Are you a dream, or shadow in the glade,
That walks through golden fields where sunlight glows?
In dew-kissed winds, your trembling forms cascade,
The river bends and greets your gentle flows.
...
Again, your face returns to haunt my sight,
Along the path of memory falls the shade.
Within this empty heart, I lost the light,
And reach for hands that out of reach have strayed.
...
Sonnet I
Within the womb of earth, in silence laid,
A hidden seed endures the storm's cruel might;
...
The summer's searing heat consumes the chest;
The parched throat splits with thirst, the skin is flayed.
No fleeting moment yields a breath of rest;
On melting tar, the blistered feet are laid.
...
Sonnet I - A Winter Evening's Fatherly Joy
Upon the bed the children leap and spin,
While winter's hush lies silver on the floor.
...
When youth, untrained, did chase a fleeting flame,
And hoped that fortune's hand would crown his love,
Yet study half-done, he found no lasting claim,
And counsel harsh as stone fell from above.
...
Beneath the veil of memory I lie,
Where shadows soft of thee still haunt my mind;
Thy whispered voice floats gently through the sky,
And leaves a tender fragrance left behind.
...
শীত এসেছে—
চকডাস্টের গন্ধে আজ নেই কোনো তাড়া,
ঘণ্টার আওয়াজও যেন একটু নরম,
স্কুল উঠোনে রোদ পেতে বসেছে দিনটি নিজেই।
...
I've loved full many times, yet none would stay,
Each fleeting flame like sand through open hand;
Yet still I sail upon life's shifting way,
A vessel borne across an unknown strand.
...
When hope lay bruised beneath ambition's weight,
And fortune turned her face from all my cries,
I learned how harsh the hands of time and fate
Can school the heart with slow infirmities.
...
Upon the riverbank I sit alone
And watch the crescent moon's soft silver glow;
The evening sky a muted, dusky tone,
While hollow hearts lament what none may know.
...
I. The Gateway of Knowledge
Within these walls where youth and dreams collide,
I stand before the board's dark, dusty slate;
...
Sonnet I
In Nadia's fields, where emerald mornings lie,
A village woke to bells and birds in tune;
...
O tongue of mine, in thee my soul takes flight,
Thy gentle words like rivers softly glide.
Through fields of green, through golden morning light,
Thy voice the pulse where all our hearts confide.
...
O India, my mother and my breath,
My living soul, my heart's unending flame;
Through countless storms and centuries of death,
Thy spirit stood untouched by time or shame.
...
When winter's breath lies softly on the eve,
We sit with coffee, dark with curling steam;
Its gentle warmth bids silent cold to leave,
And lifts the heart from frost to waking dream.
...
Fourteen crisp lines compose this narrow room,
Where ten-beat iambs pulse like steady hearts;
The A and B alternate through the gloom,
Until the first four-line quatrain departs.
...
Is priceless love so rarely to be found?
In soulful union, heaven meets the earth;
By inner peace the spirit is then bound,
As sacred songs give quiet joy their birth.
...
Within the silent garden of my heart,
Your love descends like soft and morning dew;
No earthly storm can tear our souls apart,
Since every breath begins and ends with you.
...
My silent room was walled with cold of stone,
Until your light unlocked the heavy door;
A name unknown is now a seed well-sown,
A sacred song that echoes ever-more.
...
Dipankar Sadhukhan has been serving as a teacher of English at Badamtala High School (H.S.) , Budge Budge, Kolkata - 700137 since September 27,2008. Apart from his professional career in education, he is a passionate writer, composing poetry, novels, short stories, and essays in both English and Bengali. His first two poetry books, Your Love, My Inspiration and Love, Another Name of Divinity, were published in 2014 and have reached readers around the globe. His third international poetry collection, Beauty and Truth in Love, was released in January 2016 and received critical appreciation. Born and raised in a middle-class family in Nadia, a district of West Bengal near Kolkata, Dipankar was admitted directly into Class Two at Natapuli Vivekananda Shishu Siksha Niketan at the age of five. From an early age, he demonstrated honesty, ambition, diligence, determination, and a peaceful temperament. His father, Santosh Kumar Sadhukhan, lived a simple and humble life, and his mother, Bhagabati Sadhukhan, greatly influenced his early years by teaching him about the great personalities of India and the richness of Indian culture. She remained his only tutor and guide during the formative years of his childhood. Dipankar was always a meritorious student. He completed his primary education at Natapuli Debendra Smriti Vidyapith, where he was deeply influenced by Mr. Birendranath Sadhukhan, the former headmaster of the Lower Primary School, and Mrs. Gita Raha Halder, his History teacher. Despite suffering from jaundice for six consecutive years, he stood first in class five times. He completed his school education at Chakdaha Ramlal Academy, one of Nadia's most prestigious schools. Following the advice of his English tutor, Mr. Pradip Kumar Sarkar, he pursued a B.A. (Honours) in English. After his family relocated to Ranaghat, he and his younger brother, Subhankar Sadhukhan, continued their studies from there. Dipankar faced significant personal challenges during his teenage years, including three major accidents. One of the most serious incidents occurred when a coconut fell on his head, threatening his life and interrupting his studies. Nevertheless, he persevered and successfully completed his B.A. (Hons.) in English from the University of Calcutta. He then joined St. Xavier's College, Kolkata, one of India's premier institutions, and earned a Bachelor of Education (B.Ed.) degree, even while undergoing extended medical treatment. His academic journey was profoundly shaped by the mentorship of Dr. Mandira Mukherjee, former Dean of the Department of Education, and Dr. Charlotte Simpson-Veigas, both of whom he considers role models for their exemplary teaching. Later, Dipankar completed M.A. degrees in English (Literature) and Bengali (Linguistics) . He currently resides in Kolkata. Dipankar began writing poetry during his school and college days, with several early works appearing in institutional magazines. His poems are regularly published in VERBUMLANDANEWS (Italy) , an international e-magazine. He is also a member of Muse India, an international e-journal. His poetry has been featured on renowned platforms like: www.poemhunter.com www.bestpoems.com www.poetrysoup.com www.poemsabout.com His poetry has also appeared in various national and international journals, magazines, and reputed e-zines. Dipankar's three international poetry books—Your Love, My Inspiration (2014) , Love, Another Name of Divinity (2014) , and Beauty and Truth in Love (2016) —have been widely read and appreciated worldwide. His ambition, dedication, perseverance, and integrity have been the cornerstones of his success, both as an educator and as a literary figure.)
Are You Dream Or Shadow (Sonnet)
Are you a dream, or shadow in the glade,
That walks through golden fields where sunlight glows?
In dew-kissed winds, your trembling forms cascade,
The river bends and greets your gentle flows.
At sunset's edge, the rainbow slowly dies,
The tired sky turns pale, the evening sighs.
Then you do rise as morning in my eyes,
And leave your quiet music where it lies.
The sun's first rays drift softly through the pane;
Your tender touch revives my hidden fire.
They warm the earth and sweep away the rain,
And lift my soul with hope that climbs up higher.
O come, eternal, ever-new, my light;
You hold my spirit, endless as the night.
By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India
Copyrights@ January 31,2026.