Somnath Roy

Somnath Roy Poems

All around mountains, soaring their heads high-
As if they are rulers of the great wide Earth;
Streams flowing down them with swift winding courses,
The green plants & shrubs fluttering from side to side.
...

'I don't love you'
That's what she said,
And went away,
Out into the night-
...

Oh lovely people, why are you afraid to die?
After your owns are gone, why do relentlessly cry?
For to you, it is the end of days
So, you don’t want to have any parting ways.
...

A silent tear punctuated
His placid eyes, And
swiftly rolled down his cheek onto the floor,
A forlorn moon gazed at the black silhouette-
...

The sky overhead, is staring with sigh-
Why, oh people, do you cloud me with smoke?
The birds are singing their shrill, sorrowful cry:
In this wonderful world, do we have to choke?
...

The waves wash against the rocks,
And sadly turn away -
I hear the sound of my internal clock
Like a car speeding on a highway.
...

Doesn't matter how far we will go
Could always give it one more chance
Set things right, forgive all mistakes
And be happy with our loved ones
...

(Dedicated to the girl with whom I fell in love at first sight. She, I think, never realized my true feelings for her, so, on I carry with this lifelong struggle in search of the soul mate, though I know in the bottom of my heart, that she, and no other, is the one for me.)
...

Beautiful, you are, from whichever way my eyes see
Swift is your style, with something I can never compete
Reserved, you are, don't let yourself sway by ineffectual things
Special in your own humble way, an angel without wings
...

The people from this side cry to those of the other side-
Oh! Heavens! God, when do we get united?
For many decades in their exiles alone,
And the burning anger has slowly grown,
Bravery mocks people- look how they died;
But still the torch of friendship hasn’t been ignited!
...

As the dawn breaks in beckoning a whole new day,
A shackled life searches for a way to exist,
...

People say “anger” runs in my veins,
And, I try, but, fail to differ with them;
This horrible trait of mine just can’t be tamed-
The resulting consequence always turns out to be “shame”.
...

You're the one who gives me strength when I feel let down & alone,
You're the one who listens to me when my words bearly come out,
You're the one who takes my hand & guides me to my home,
You're the one who soothes me down when I scream & shout.
...

I've died in a thousand dreams
I've strolled on a million lands,
I've committed innumerable minute errors-
That have pulled my life into a quick sand.
...

There was a day when my whole world was grey,
Shattered & bruised like a wounded beast,
Death haunted me as if I was an eternal prey,
Life was shrouded in a cloud of mist.
...

16.

When you are in a sea of difficulty-
With just a rock to save your life,
When the forces are too harsh to bear:
With a hand to lead you to strife,
...

Let the rivers flow as they want to be
Let the flowers shine in their brightest glow
Let the crippled, caged bird be set free
To its heart’s content, wherever it wants to go.
...

Many a day I've wondered in tranquility-
Who am I? What was I meant to be?
For friends fail to understand this enigmatic me:
And decipher me to be an unknown entity.
...

The sunset sky, stretched far & wide
Radiant with the glow of the setting sun;
So romantic & charming.
Hand-in-hand came two young lovers,
...

Her eyes were transfixed upon him,
Her face bore a perplexed look of utter disbelief,
Hands drawn close to her chest-
Shielding the scarlet mosaic of blood.
...

The Best Poem Of Somnath Roy

Bhutan

All around mountains, soaring their heads high-
As if they are rulers of the great wide Earth;
Streams flowing down them with swift winding courses,
The green plants & shrubs fluttering from side to side.
Slowly, the sun rises with its sparkling red flames
And makes the surrounding an antique precious gem,
Where on Earth can you come across such a place?
Mother Nature displaying all her might.

The trees of the forest like pillars of rocks,
Standing firmly for a million years,
And where the sun has little effect on the moist brown soil
Experiencing the sight-it proved to be very dear.
Where the life is hanging on in the ancient times
The age old belief in powerful historic shrines;
Truly worth a lifetime’s visit-
Can’t tell if it may come again, for I’m not a seer.

The local people here, the Masalis & Scebes,
Are affectionate & caring like their mother,
They treated me with utmost respect,
I’m a far off stranger-they just don’t bother.
Though I couldn’t catch what they said
For, to learn their language-would mean bringing back the dead
The ever smiling faces, they have little to regret;
Unlike the cruel life, every man is a brother.

The deep, wide lakes with their rippling waters:
The sun’s rays gleaming like a silver glass,
The fishes playing joyfully-aware of nothing
The birds perched on the branches, singing in mass.
And all day long I sat by the shore
The desire arising to see more & more
The time elapsed by, I didn’t have a clue
Only to find its strong picture, which couldn’t easily be crushed!


(I went to Bhutan on 22nd May,1997. First, I stayed at Paro & then went to Thimpu. I was overwhelmed to see the scenic beauty & the visit left a permanent impression on my mind.)

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