Biography of Pijush Biswas
Only being a person who had already faced different dimensions and faces of surrounding I have now become a poet.Lot of things happened to me have become a lesson to my life.I, many times, went through situations which did not give accompany to me, so I was severally battered and shattered by them.Yet, being quite liable to believe in the God I tried many to conquer those.Its not like that I never had situations which did not favour.So, I, as being a mere person to my surrounding always try to make happy all there and myself.Only when people come rude at my works done not so clearly I sometimes be somewhat upset, although there are some who now make me realize how it could have been.As I went through some tough situations even now some of my well-wishers are created whom I greatfully responsible and grateful to.
Life is a stage where men and women come to perform their multi-colored days.It may be someone now going through bad or worse, but I must say there is a time for everyone bound to be good.Similarly I took my early days and effectively I have got it.Now I have no questions to those who once gave me hurling and hitting words.Now I feel and swear that even their caricatures and manipulations were so valuable although little then, but now greatly realized by me.If I describe my early days' life it would be so short, but I am quite interested to do it.Perhaps, you don't know I fell in a love when I was 15 years old.I fell in love with a girl who came from a aristocratic family.Many of my surrounding people considered me undeserved to her.Once she took angry and for a several times when I tried to meet her and was eager to see her for at once, I did not have no chance to meet her again.I weeped and I weeped.I am weeping still now, as I have no lover-girl thence.It is a great shock to me, and now I keep myself far away from such relation.As far as I could, is that I made her realize that love her really and she came twice at our home.Now I remember those days when she and I, we together made stories sitting at a field under open sky.It is love which have great impression on my life and I can not get out of it.I must say- - all, that I had lost or gained, were all because of love.So, I must say- -" If there is no love, there will be no hate;
and there are two kinds of people within whom one attain from love and one attain from hate" .And I am waiting for your consideration at what I am.
- A Teacher -new-
- Summer Moon -new-
- Pretty Night Wore It's Veil -new-
- We Were At Victoria Memorial Ground -new-
- On Going To Country House
- I Praised Your Sister's Brow
- I Ask You To Come Back Again
- Our Country, Awake!
- A Song For Soldiers/To Them Who Fight Fo...
- As It Was Not A Dream
- Court Is The Machine
- One Day Morning
Pijush Biswas Poems
First Day To School
It is a winter morning The sun is arisen in the East To the God I'm praying In a splendour dawn, full of mist.
Life is like frozen ice Its body is hard and chill Life looks priceful and nice When all demands come out to fulfil
A Dear Tree
Not to touch, not to climb! Its breakable for tender limb! I would claim upon every fellow As mellow fruits grew yellow.
Let there be peace in the world! Let the hate be demolished utterly! Let the war cease!
The beach is with its summer face There utmost pleasure of mankind The tides are in their race And happy, are all mind
Don'T Be Upset
Ever, if comes darkness in life Don't be upset even for a little bit And, always keep it in mind that Forever darkness is followed by light.
Pretty Night Wore It's Veil -new-
Pretty night wore it's veil Tweet, Tweet- - twittering birds Said, 'All they had but nothing' When day came still
I'm anxious about, shattered by Our country, bantered by others afar or nigh Where prevailing war and cotradiction are high. Where the evil-evokers eat Her high head
The corn-fields are in their autumn beauty The grazing path is dry And the sun is in his eternal duty The God listens to cultivators' cry.
Still They Await
I remember you, remember- And those gusty trees await, still, Tears glide to the sea, although; So, fate fears no bill
One darkening dusk and I feel sore, So I did return to the sea, my dear friend I did call him 'Dear', he did too And limitlessly time we did spend;
Sonnet12: Tyranny Ignites A Wicked In Ea...
Tyranny ignites a wicked in earthly modicum And tyranny, in a wicked's life grows his plume And he builds his home in duplicity, When all the world he deprives by engraved beauty.
Your compulsions upon me fairly increase And fire doth take place between you and I, More moderately I try, although your disease Enrapturously you nurture to make me lie.
The World Is Partial To Everyone
The holy dishes are senewy Although their lives never return- Some hens crave to reach Wherein dishes are made, yet;
Two Mynas I Used To See
Two house mynas quarrel on the courtyard
Mother says 'stop them, let them not go out
Of the house'; and explains oft them as auspicious birds.
'Go Go! yet full-throat'd I shout.
Neither they hear, nor they fly up
Stolid, indifferent they are in altercation!
And press they one-another's cope
So dangerous the battle, so dreadful the vision!