The young bard writes,
He soars high with the wings of poesy,
But soon the severe reality drags him in the dingy earth,
He cries and cries in deep pain and resentment.
...
The silent traveller
And the silent road!
Great combination indeed,
It's wonderful to see,
...
Two travellers had travelled a long way,
They became weary and exhausted,
At night they took shelter in an inn,
They lay in the same bed
...
I knew the greedy traveller very well,
He travelled throughout his life
In search of wealth and affluence,
He succeeded in his mission
...
When I reach there,
I smell sweet fragrance
In the atmosphere,
Soon I realise
...
They remain silent,
As they are afraid of the horrible situation,
Only the brave man protests
With his strong energy and spirit,
...
This is the road....
Very important road,
It begins here
And ends in the vast sphere,
...
In the pleasant evening,
I closed my eyes
And prayed to the God
With great concentration and reverence,
...
I know
You are a very talented man,
You have wanted
To achieve many important things
...
In the dark
And silent night,
The man fell deep asleep,
He was very greedy,
...
The boys are bathing in the river,
The scene I will forget never,
They are jumping and playing in the water,
It is a joy forever.
...
I reached the great land,
There was none,
I was alone there,
Silent pleasure reigned there
...
I lost my way
In the midst of pitch darkness,
Strange wind came
From the darkest region
...
Success is the key,
It makes us alive,
But failure is also very significant,
As it makes us hungry to achieve success in life,
...
Emptiness.....
Everywhere,
But fullness.....
In the creative sphere only,
...
I met
The great shadow
In my wonderful vision,
He said to me,
...
This is wrong.....
Surely wrong,
Everybody concludes,
Still I believe....
...
ASSISTANT TEACHER OF OARI HIGH SCHOOL, KHANDAGHOSH, BURDWAN(WESTBENGAL) , INDIA. MASTER IN ENGLISH LITERATURE.)
Dingy Earth
The young bard writes,
He soars high with the wings of poesy,
But soon the severe reality drags him in the dingy earth,
He cries and cries in deep pain and resentment.
When he becomes tired,
Someone Whispers to his ears,
"Don't cry, dear friend!
This is the tragic fate of all the poets,
But they can meditate deeply for a long time
And can successfully create a tranquil poetic realm only for themselves
From where no one can dethrone them then,
Take lesson from those eminent men and write."
Dear poet, Your poems are really nice to read, Mostly I find the Poems comes from your personnel experience.keep writing..... All the best to go ahead.
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Anjandev Roy, There are very poets who can write like him. I find his poem very intriguing and interesting. He is a wise and versatile poet. His passion for poetry drives him to write wonderful poems. I wish him good luck, pink health and prosperity. May you keep writing many more poems.
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It's fantastic our dreams are our desired hidden in the inner recess of our souls
We are alive as long as our inner self is live.Great conclusion.
Dear Poet Anjandev, It is a joy to read your poems. Please continue your fabulous work. With best wishes and regards.
Anjandev Roy is a wonderful poet. I have been reading his poems and i find his poems very philosophical, insightful and truly rejuvenating. He is a thinking poet. His poems are full of questions and answers. His style of writing lucid and effortless.
'The superior thing is not at all a matter of worry for the great artist, but the inferior thing is a matter of real concern for him, as the eminent artist always knows he has to depict the inferior as the superior.'
'Sometimes I cry in extreme pain and agony, sometimes I smile in great joy and Pleasure, then at the end of the day I depict everything and find myself a successful man.'
'As I see the little thing, it looks very simple, but in reality its essence is very profound.'
I see the beautiful sky in amazement, but I want to see the most beautiful sky beyond it. That's why I write poetry with great energy and enthusiasm.
Read something new, think something new, write something new, then this world will be yours.
Beauty tries to flee from me, but it does not succeed, as my pure and refined soul is strictly glued to it.
It's beautiful when I see it, it's beautiful when I don't see it, beauty is the only identity of its great soul.
One bright candle can illuminate the entire world.
The young bard tries hard to depict the grandeur of the bright sun, but his pen always flees from him because the brilliant sun is mightier than his inexperienced pen.
It's good for me, it's good for thee and it's good for everybody; but then suddenly I see a little crack in it. This destroys everything as we become empty and desolate once again.
Perhaps it is good, perhaps it is bad. But the door is always open. That's an important fact.
The page of poetry is definitely the brightest.
The great flower blooms everyday but very few can see it.
Yesterday you failed, today you have also failed. But tomorrow? ......Always believe that you will surely succeed.
I laugh but you cry, then at the end of the day both of us are insignificant in the page of the great writer.
The task of a writer never ends, it continues till the end and even beyond it.
The pain of joy is the sweetest feeling of all.
All of us are insignificant in this sphere, but our great significance is hidden there.
Accept success. That's important. But accept failure too. That's more important.That will make you a true human being.
Ego and jealousy always paves the way for darkness.
When everybody disbelieves him, I believe him. This gives me a different identity.
A poet sleeps with poetry, he wakes up with poetry; poetry gives a poet pleasure, it gives him pain too. Indeed poetry is the soul of a poet.
With my open eyes I have nothing to say, but in my vision I have so much to say.
Poetry is the first word for me, it is the last word for me too; there is nothing in the middle.
When I gained the important thing, I couldn't understand its great value, but when I lost it, I sincerely felt its true worth.
The emptiness of the world can be removed only by the fullness of poetry.
Don't say...'yes, '..... don't say.....'no, '.....both are irrelevant in this moment.
I am writing, still I am not writing, rather someone is writing instead of me from within and very often I see him in my great vision.
Someone is right, someone is wrong, but someone who stands between right and wrong is most critical.
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