An Ode To My Father Poem by Subhas Chandra Chakra

(1)
Oh Papa...
You passed away!
Away from our
Old worlds of disillusionment,
Away into your
New world of detachment.

You shall be wedded
To the familiar world
Of my departed mother!
To the set frames again
Of my old fashioned mother! !
To the nascent tides
Of a timeless vast ocean!
To the void lanes
Of memories and unspelt verses! !
To the marvels
Of never-ending silence, and
Of everlasting chaos in you,
To the unrelished desires
Of your nonexistent body.
Of your realms, result less attempts,
Of your unproved theorems about life.

I have no words to describe
The lyrics of your unsung songs,
The cantos of your unspelt tongue,
The melodies and harmony in lives -
That you planted around you and us....
I have no words nor guts
To describe the incarnation
That was you.

(2)
Oh Papa....
You defined
almost all our
Alphabets of life.
You fingered on the
Strings of our hearts
with different notes.
You dipped our souls
into fluids of cosmic desires,
in the vastness of the universe!

You painted the petals
Of our minds with colours -
Unique,
Distinct,
Elegant and
Full of delicate feelings,
Full of aesthetic beauty,
Full of life, full of passion,
Full of love, full of compassion
For each and every soul next door.

(3)

Oh Papa...

You defined love
For everything new and fresh,
For everything far and near,
For ideas novel and innovative,

For solitude
Amongst densest crowds,
For altitudes of life
Beyond the clouds,

For attitudes
Social, human and spiritual,
For sharing
The last pie with the stranger,
For caring
The victims of misfortune,
For ventures into paths unknown,
For cultures different
And faiths of others,
For all thoughts in and around
Revolutionary,
Socialistic,
Scientific,
Modern,
Spiritual,
Aesthetic,
Literary,
Philosophical or Ethical.

(4)

Oh Papa..

You filled in us,
Love for the beautiful -
A baby or a flower,
A girl or a river,
the ocean or the sky,
the deep or the high.

A landscape akin or alien,
a new thought,
a novel idea or
a soothing vibration
emanating from sources
Strange and unknown!
(5)
Oh Papa...

You filled in us
Love for the people.
The people we meet
On the roads
Of the past
Or the present,
Of the future -
Near or far.


Love for the people -
Who lead us
amongst the storm,
who lend us
their hands
in sharing, caring
or inspiring
the tenderness in us.


Home, Sainkul,
09.15 a.m.
01 August 2014.