I choose the subjects on my own
may it resembles others
may it makes the writers frown
my writings have so many mothers
...
A she wolf is waiting for the return of her dearest
who has gone for food with his pack.
But detached somehow in the very deep forest
and the friends also lost his track.
...
Oh! you sweetheart, you beauty with brain,
why did you take me in your arm you lovely dove?
Coz it seriously made me alien
growing a sixth sense in me that is 'love'.
...
The sounds of playful noise, the sounds of laughter & cheer.
The sound of oscillating bell bracnhing its way to rooms.
The sound of thousands footsteps converging into choir.
...
Conglomeration of folks, showers of bliss
mound of gifts pour,
where you are the cynosure.
...
Why are there still some places on earth
where the birth of girl is mourned?
...
I am a teacher of mathematics, teaching in Govt. aided school of West Bengal, India since 2009.I started writing poems at end of 2014 as a time pass but with in few months it has become my passion.I don't know how.But reading Tagore, Robert Frost, John Clare, Siegfried Sassoon really inspired me a lot.I now want to write more & more.)
Thinking Of A Poem
I choose the subjects on my own
may it resembles others
may it makes the writers frown
my writings have so many mothers
Some subjects are too common
already chosen by the greats
but writing a different way of forlorn
does it ask my uniqueness?
That's why I don't read much to sway
since it may pop up a subject some way
which I know is not good sign to be shown
but can't I grow it on my own?
So, I try to think & think & think
for every feasible link
love searching for rhythm
like a puzzled game
how would I know in the world somewhere
someone is thinking the same?
Life is full of rhythms, we just have to find our kind of it.
'scarcity is directly proportional to worth'