Biography of Deep Mukherjee
'Live to think; think to live'
Deep Mukherjee Poems
The two sides of mirror One side I stand alone Other side I see myself alone! Who am I really?
A Puzzle Within A Puzzle
Days diminish in the wrath of night; A new day is born after night ceases A puzzle solved within a puzzle Ripped into broken pieces!
Science wears mask of ostentatious truth Religion in the mask of silent vice Mankind wearing the mask of history To conceal the sins of twisted lies;
Oneday in my dream I came across a broken-wing bird I silently asked 'Can you see me? ' With agony in eyes she screamed;
A Piece Of Paper
A void piece of paper Void like an echo Echo - reflected by the wall Wall - perceived as 'Wall of silence'
When the lamp is shattered The ethereal light lies in shed; When the dreams are scattered The spirit of beautitude lies dead.
Seconds, minutes, hours, and day Like grains of golden sand Phew! ! they creep away! And I am made to understand
From Beauty to Bewilderment Perplexed motion of self-indulgence; I look at this dead flower Once full of life
Lament Of A Crucified Heart
Mind - an enigma; To decipher the code The code of deception! !
It's 10 past 5 And the Sun hiding behind the clouds; I should be deep in sleep But here I'm with lighting flames;
A breeze rustles through On the greenish - brown hills; Scattering raindrops of different colours Puddles the flood of green paddy-fields;
Life - Two-Fold
Perceived by etherial darkness Embedded in the fabric of pain Pain - the essence of my lonely heart! !
Tribute To Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could
Quest Of Truth
Silence - stretching it's wings Through the clouds of humanity; Humanity in the shackles of deceit Deceit in the name of Love;
Seconds, minutes, hours, and day
Like grains of golden sand
Phew! ! they creep away!
And I am made to understand
What are left are delusions
A false hope of redemption
A dark unfathomed tide
Of interminable pride
In the vicinity of the false 'God'