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Luminous

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“Go watch the moon” she says

“What’s special tonight” I ask

“It’s the lunar eclipse” she replies

“the moon hides behind a mask”.

 

I refuse to go, so she says to me

“It won’t happen again anytime soon”

How could I tell her

that for me,  she was the only moon.

 

Photograph-Indu Kriti

Poem –Arijit Roy

 

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Sweater

 

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Your sweater fits me perfectly.

If you would have been alive

you would have scolded me

for stealing your clothes

but you also would have been happy

knowing; that I am growing up.

 

It fits me perfectly, father

it fits me perfectly

we share the same height, you see

slightly loose on the breadth though

but it fits me perfectly.

The colour too looks good on me

perhaps more than you, perhaps not

but it is and will always be yours, so will I.

 

But that is not what I wanted to say, father

that is not what intrigues me .

What fills my heart with a very difficult emotion

that which is hardest to describe

that which is truest to the core

that which is  neither joy nor sadness

that, yes that which is everything

is the sense of your presence

as the sweater carries your smell

which makes me remember

and makes me believe

that you are and here.

 

It fills me with pride to wear you father

the heart swells with pride, believe me .

I walk unafraid as you surround me

just like that little kid who felt safe in your arms.

 

Your smell, your smell

it brings you back , it brings back me

it brings back all those memories

all those days , years, summers, winters

all those moments of life , which remain, still.

 

All of it father, I want all of it

everything back again .

I clutch the sweater close to my face

letting not even an ounce of your smell fade away

all of it father, all of it

I want to be with you again.

Drunk with your smell

I run as a musk deer runs

mad with the smell of its own scent

as the eyes search for you everywhere

but the heart knows, you are in me.

 

The song of life is forward

Yes, I am aware of it.

The sweater will soon be washed

and I will lose your smell forever

just like I lost you , father

but the heart knows

that you live through me

and I live through you

and that ours is a different forever.

One with a sunny sky, green grass

where you taught me the game

or one enmeshed in those hours of poetry

where you “commanded me to sing

and my heart would break with pride”

as tears of joy would choke the voice

or one where you taught me to never despair

or one, or one , or one

 

 

You are now in forever, father

you are now a forever

and we will always stay together … always

 

 

Arijit Roy

 ( Poem and photograph)

 

 

 

 

 

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Death be not proud

Inspired by John Donne’s Sonnet 10 “Death be not proud”

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Death be not proud

for all men must die

making you not a solitary throne

but a common destination.

Unwelcome you are, in every house you visit

Death, have you no home?

friendless you always are,

sitting on the greatest curse.

Hearts brought together under the stars and moon

strengthened by the sun and earth

are separated only at your call

Have you no heart, mighty death?

Have you never lived and loved?

For those who do, live forever

and death then dies an utter death

at the hands of love and mercy.

Everyone goes through you, fearful king

Oh! Death be not proud

you are only a part of life .

 

Arijit Roy

(Poem and Photograph)

 

 

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Resplendent

 

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Grant me thy light O lord!

Give me thy flame

Let not the wind blow away

this candle of thy name.

Bless me with thy fire

and the strength to overcome all strife

Greet me not in death O lord!

greet me in life.

Promise my heart faith O father!

may it forget about all fear

let the belief triumph in the end O lord!

that thou art always so near.

Thou singest with the birds

and movest with the tree

liveth thou in all

but blesseth only the free.

Make me strong like the first ray of the sun

for I am the boat challenging the sea

I seek thy courage, O father mine

I know thou art in me.

 

Arijit Roy

(Poem and photograph)

 

 

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Arrival


Let me revel to the rhythms 

of the music inside

for the heart sings with boundless joy

as everything else fades away 

into a sweet coexistence with peace,

resolving all that is inconstant 

into one sublime melody . 

              

                                                Arijit Roy

                      ( Poem and photograph) 

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Epiphany 

A firmament of stars 

rest above my head . 

I look at the sky, and wonder 

which one of them is you ? 


The head is held high

as I search for you father

but then I stop and smile, 

as I realize

that you, are not a star

you, are the entire sky ! 

                                             

                                                Arijit Roy (poem)

                  Photograph taken from internet.