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Birth

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To the light that shines in the night

and falls through my window

Oh ! blessed  blessed  light

Many a nights have I spent by your side

Many a nights have I written

my heart on a piece of paper

and set it to rhyme in your light .

Many a nights I have

laughed , wept , dreamt , loved

all in your light , tender tender light .

For whenever I felt lonely in the arms of the night

you reminded always

that I , have a friend

Oh blessed be the night

when I saw you for the first time

for I saw myself then in a new light .

Perhaps then for the first time

it felt like dawn at midnight .

Arijit Roy

(Poem and Photograph)

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Tiny Truth

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It is dusk .

I lie in the field , lost .

A group of ants walk past my feet

they tell me , I have stopped .

I see , they carry the wounded on their shoulders

not their pain .

They tell me  “Brother ! Drop the pain

carry yourself forward” .

I rise .

Arijit Roy

 (Poem and photograph)

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Deep Breaths

Breaths are closing down,  you say

is it death or  love , I wonder

which is better which is worse

to answer , I am torn asunder .

Both free you from life , yes

both come , at their own call

both may lift you to the greatest heights

both may ,  lead to your fall .

Whose day it is , I do not know

but some footsteps can be heard

for both of them scream in silence

and make no use of any word .

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(Poem and photograph)

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Aati – mango seed in Bangla

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In days , which I now realise were free

but were then , as turbulent as today

I along with the old king , one summer

had planted a mango seed

in a specially ordered pot , just outside our home .

The old king , I remember would often tell

how he , when he was my age

had planted a similar (mango) seed

which now has grown into a seventy year old tree

rich with fruits , foliage and everything else .

The tree still , stands tall in our native village

but it’s father has gone home , a long time ago .

It was the same wind that spread his ashes

which now moves the leaves , one way to another .

The seed we planted here , did grow into a sapling

but the sapling now has dried away

not only the plant , but also the human sapling

whom he loved a bit too dearly .

A good soil , a little water and

a bit of sunlight might restore them both

for they have to , have to grow into a tree 

full of life  ,  rich with fruits , foliage

and everything else .

Arijit Roy

(Poem and photograph)

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Close your eyes

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A  billet doux  (love letter)

or will a bullet do

both take away lives .

Not one

but many ,

many die as the trigger of the heart is pulled .

Boom ! the noise ,

all is silence

and all  ,  is silenced .

                                                                                         Arijit Roy

                                                                                      (Poem and photograph)

Never mix your drinks

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I want to scream aloud

and vomit my heart .

 

You know what happens

when you mix your drinks

you feel dizzy-choked-nausiatic-on the verge of death

all in the same moment .

I too feel something similar

for many emotions have mixed up in my heart .

 

So when you search for the restroom

to clear your belly

I search for a silent corner

to clear my heart

one good scream to flush it all ,  out .

 

Oh ! Don’t panic don’t panic my friend

Be rest assured ! You will find the restroom

for you have directions towards it

but the trouble is that I

I am still searching for my silent corner .

Arijit Roy

(Poem and photograph)

All + One

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I am God , I am ghost

I am the curse , I am the toast .

I am a lotus , I am a weed

I am the desert , I am the seed .

I am the heaven and I am the hell

I am the sleep , I am the bell.

I am time , I am glory

I am words , I am story

      Arijit Roy

                                             (poem and photograph)

After the blessing

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You love the rain but hate the mud

you want the war  but not the blood

you love the love  but hate the tears

you want the peak but not the fears

you hate the sun  for you love the moon

but still wish for the night  to get over soon

You chase life , by running away from death

but both exist,  within your breath

Arijit Roy 

(Photograph and Poem )