A pleasant weather
With some pleasant rememberings
Always intoxicates me,
Gives peace
To my soul.
I feel like bathing
In the ocean of your love,
To be purified wholly.
Solo Thought
I do not want any thing supernatural
Or somewhat precious
Which may cause disaster
May cost many lives.
I do not want absolute peace
As it sounds inevitable.
But I want
A little pleasure
Which would delight me for a while
Console me for a dear moment
With pure sense of divinity.
Life -- 1
It is the life
Where men feel wretched
Like you and me
For everything
We become handicapped
Spiraling in the hands
Of the Supreme Power.
It is His wish
What would be the ultimatum?
Of our desires.
Life -- 2
Life is like a mere shadow
Nourished with
Helplessness and frustration,
A commitment of guilt consciences.
Life is like a mirage
In desert,
Burning fiercely
Each passing day.
Time
The unbalanced time
Is dwelling coercively
Between you and me
Somewhat
A violent storm
Is blowing within us
Anxiously waiting
For a sentimental union.
Poems © 2003 Choudhury B. Panda, all rights reserved
