Biography of Bhaswat Chakraborty
Born at Deoghar, India - in the easern province of Jharkhand. Trained in Canada in medical research. Bhaswat Chakraborty finds writing poetry is a way to be in tune with the Self, one's true nature. He writes mostly in Bengali.
Bhaswat Chakraborty is deeply moved by the noble and divine aspects of the human beings. He likes to focus on the graceful, innocent and wholesome side that each and everyone of us have been given without asking. What a fun to be aware! ! Aware of existence, beauty and love!
Bhaswat Chakraborty's Works:
Books in Bengali: 'Geetayan' and 'Ki Anari'
Books in English: Enlish (verse) renditions 'Srimad Bhagavad Geeta' and 10 Upanishads; Patanjal Yogasutra.... and a few more sacred classics
Bhaswat Chakraborty Poems
Of all human manifestations May I say, you are the greatest As you give milk, food and protection What to say of love, peace and rest!
One. I am a little petal of hue and smell I am gorgeous you can tell
The Naked Child
The war stopped, the great one About seventy years ago All said and done There is now peace – peace aglow
The passage from cradle to grave A voyage of sheer consciousness Some make it with laugh and fun Some make it a total mess
A Friend From Far
Oh, ho! Oh ho, here you are My friend, my friend from far Am I glad to see you here Oh my friend, oh dear, dear!
Beauty And Truth
Attracted as I am like John Keats To “A thing of beauty is a joy for ever” Sometimes I am uncomfortable To beauties of certain flavour
I remember all about you When I sing the song you wrote The eyes get wet as they knew The lifelong generosity you dote
It burns in the stars To make the universe possible It burns in the stars To have the heavens going
Oh Load-Bearers Of Humanity
When I gasp for strength I borrow it from you, oh the strong ones! You carry the load stupendous Of the humanity
Your Face: A Galactic Window Of Happines...
Walking – have I not been For thousands of years? If not with this name and form But as the species human
Form And Formless
With beautiful white daisies There was a flower vase Just a week ago it was glowing On the green carpet grass
Sun rolls down in dusky smoothness Along the line of day and night Silhouettes of life begin to caress the body of darkness in search of light
Holding the seas, boasting the mountains You invaded the sky with grace and glory Tolerating the wild, keeping all terrains Mother earth, what is your story?
Where Are You, My Son
Where are you, my son, where are you? I miss you very much, I miss you. You said, you were happy with me
Do the senses bind you?
Do the senses bind you to a point
That you are blind to you soul needs
That you understand but accept not
That you see but witness not
Seeing things as they are
Ain’t easy for anyone
The illusions lay as much