Dr subhendu kar
Biography of Dr subhendu kar
I am Dr.subhendu kar born in a state of orissa, India, basically an environmental consultant under the INSTITUTE OF ENVIRONMENT, by profession and my fascination is poetry but depth of affiliation to the world of poetry is yet unknown to me, interestingly something from within always impulses me to scribble about my feelings looking to the world around me- the soothing blue sky and its smooching whisperings to the moon by the rainbow across the vast void. I behold the
blue mountain by the beauty of its divine grace, the ocean in its ravishing waves of blue thrill and the jingling cornfield across the grin of the green that promise me to smile all along while trudging through the path of my journey in the midst of eternal stream of my time and space in this universe. At times tears glean in eyes by the sorrow or heart swells by the joy and happiness in a most intrigue manner baffling me by my existence across the known and unknown crowd and my mother taught me the alphabets and the abacus to know the curve of this world. with hope of love and peace unto the last dreg of my communion...
as I do exist nonexistently upon this earth with all my belongings, the men and matters, I have tried to express my self being roasted by the emotions extruding from me within and those are in the process of print as my footprint to the posterity.I do have half dozen of English anthologies of poetry and few in my own language of Oriya, apart from that I edit a literary journal called- IMAGE for constant communication with the people around me....
Dr subhendu kar's Works:
1. GOLDEN SHADOW.
2 STEPPING INTO BLUE SILENCE.
3.DISTANT VOICES ON OTHER SIDE OF THE SEA.
4.EKANTA TARANGA.-(INDIAN REGIONAL LANGUAGE.-ORIYA.)
Dr subhendu kar Poems
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Soul rejoices by enlightened grace, virile breeze smooches passion by mirth heart touches tunes even million miles apart earthly rhythm seems to reel thorough red
Shadow By Reality
Here is the semblance flapping in wind Light when parades by shadow of wing grace looks brighter by glaze of green eyes seems to meander into love intoned
! ! ! Sultry Dream! ! !
yet a letter from the heaven carrying the message of hope of yarning intuiting the blue universe on the other side dream yet not bloomed by the craving
! ! ! Friendship! ! !
FRIENDSHIP friendship true emblazons the heart the rarest of rare virtues within
! ! ! Wild Stream By The Eternity! ! !
Rune of passion when holds the mystery sympathy never dries empty by the reeks eloquence of love parades across the bliss the reason never seems to falter by the belief
! ! ! Curve Of Silence! ! !
CURVE OF SILENCE cloud may rain by apprehension there may be luscious green
Beauty is what by clarity of vision more we learn greater we know truth as we read history as mirrored by facts yet time seems paradox in hand by realty....
! ! ! Grace Of Love! ! !
Grace sprinkles over the green beauty of love engraves earthly god rock of the heart intones in blue passion when chilled by snow
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ARRAY OF DECADENCE Freshness no more scruples joy Even by warmth of sun rising at dawn
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SHADOW OF DREAM dappled wings of love awe in void as sultry wind blows on elysian bay
***barbarism In Pink City Again! ! !
I am really shocked to behold the pink city Blood when flows near by the green field From the ill fatted souls of their mother’s womb Tear when turns red eyes yet steeped in sorrows
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As the symphony reels through on rungs of colors by dappled skin rainbow sneaks into vibes of blue eyes seems to bestirs by green of wild
! ! ! Rungs Of Quest! ! !
Green grins through earthly eyes, heart muffles into ocean’s blue, dust inflames by the fire in the forest night stashes in hide from the gleams of light
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light enlightens gallows of darkness truth is stark reality by flow idyll we do exist today by non-existence tomorrow iffy dream lays back to happen by desire
Solitude Of Mid-Summer
As I walk into the footprints of known unconcern
Concerned unknown from the legions remembering
Of those golden voices in my solitude of mid-summer
I stuck up for a moment with little tired bloods in hand.
when I browse through the tears of their toil wistful
across the winds of days lost-achieve dispossessed
The nostalgia raucously recoils over their walks
And the folds of beauty of the gets embittered.