Biography of Amitava Sur
I'm basically a technocrat, served an international oil Co. and now I'm retd.
Since long I love reading poems of different poets in different genre. I enjoy reading poems and short stories.Truly, very recently I started writing. Because, I found here I can express my feelings & views silently with a freedom. I personally like poems from any genre, but they should have some message at the end.I like expressing my views in simplest words with a smoothness and rhythm.
In my opinion the rhythm itself differentiates a poem from a prose.
A poetic mind's expression with rhythm itself is poetry.
I have joined this PH Club in Sept’ 2013. Here I can read very many poems from different poets from diff. corners of the globe and can go through their feelings & thoughts through their penning. Nevertheless, I am also expressing my feelings and getting valuable comments from your end what inspires me to write further and in a better way.
Thank you all respected poets all over the globe. Keep well and enrich our club by writing more and interacting more.
Amitava Sur Poems
A Drop On A Lotus Leaf
A water bead on lotus leaf - Shimmering with a glow But up to that time only As long is on the leaf.
Oh' my dear, the passers by, I beg you all to listen a while. I don't beg any food from you Not even any money.
Woman… Woman… o' my loving woman A woman is by far an Excellency A woman is like a Baobab tree A woman can grow to any length
With a sudden gush of air, the mirror, hanging on the wall Was broken into hundreds of pieces. Collecting all of them and uniting in a frame
Pool of blood, already being soaked in earth's soil Innumerable Skulls are scattered around, So many bodies are floating away With tears and miseries all the way -
Gone are those lovely colorful days …….. Leaving only some sweet remembrance. But still they give a solace to me In a corner of my heart in these days! !
Though I volunteered to be truth abiding, Truth has not endeared me yet. What a swell headed man I am
In A Misty Autumn Night.
Cherishing your presence Being so benevolent, Your every footstep Is immensely engraved
They All Left The Park
Jesus was with Mohammed in a park near the lake Buddha, Confucius and Mahabir Jain Were sitting on another bench, Eating some ground nuts, peeling off their shells.
O' My Loving Jesus
A holy heart with kindness and wisdom Was boldly addressing them. To think right, to do the right And to know themselves.
An Angel In The Night
In the misty moon -lit night an angel did alight Peeped me through the window- With my beloved holding tight. She was smiling at me with a gleam in her face
Humanity Is At Stake
This earth is not safe anymore, Here human cannot stay. Where cruelty and enmity are Dominating day by day.
It feels good, it does good And it persists throughout It cools, it calms It gives the ultimate peace.
Passage In My Life
Phase 1. Alone I was at that time, when I arrived in a womb, Getting mature, as time was passing by – I had a shape of a human being! !
A poetry is like a well nourished tree,
Yielding flowers and fruits with green pretty leaves
Tasting so luscious and looking so great.
Poetry is like a flowing river
Or a soothing mild breeze ……
Poetry speaks poetry hums
Poetry dances or it weeps
Poetry is a collage of our body and mind