A brush with life
A day in adulthood

A helpless follower

A man draped in tattered clothes

After dark

An axe on Keats

And can't I mould my future

And how the dreams fall

Being in love

Bereft of success

Between despair and hope

Come back soon
Devil and his counterpart

Devour

Engineers

Epitaph

Farewell

Farewell from the circle of friends

Fast moves the time

Femina

Finding Estella again

Freedom came cheap

From where to nowhere

Fulfillment

Harvest

Heart in Everest

Heaven to hell and back again

HOME

How he lies amid his ruins, and you smile

How I missed the beauty

I want to be your nosering
I weave a dream
I wonder
Insomnia

Kiss from a rose

Land's end

Leeches in my soul

Letter from battlefield

Looking back

Losing everything

Love and compromise

Love in modern times

Madonna

My abode among the clouds

My beloved

Naga Sadhu goes digital

Nevertheless I tried

Ode

On St. Valentine

On visiting an old place

Papa dear

Rancour

Reminiscences from my graveyard

Stranger at the tavern

Suspended animation

Tears, idle tears

Telephone call to my beloved

Tell her I am dead

Termination

That passed, this also may

The blissful illusion

The breathless seashore

The bride

The Buddha smiled, but he died

The cigarette butt, the mosquito blood

The day after the crossing

The desert princess

The dipping sun

The eve of St. Valentine

The frozen wet damsel

The last word

The pen and the paper

The phoenix

The pimp

The silence spoke so much

The soldier's lament

The tear left a trail

The world beyond innocence

They tell me I am mad

Thoughts of tomorrow

Titanic

To hug her close or leave her alone

Today I die

Vain is the wish to be born again

Vanished figure

Walking through the streets of a country deprived

When loss pains no more

Where the grass in not painted green

Which is better?

Wild nights
You don't ask

You see why I died

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And how the dreams fall

The ways of the world are but strange-
When people so sure of their belief in their love,
Dismiss weakness in jest: Indomitable we are!
Slowly time grinds the vanity of pride,
And as mere puppets are we left to dole with emotions-
How we think that love would never sink,
And how but time erases the deepest of thought!
Deeds do fall and vanish; but dreams! -
I thought them infallible, unvanquished as it was so far-
Oh! How time made me wrong,
In Ozymandias, Shelley was but so right!
-2\11\98, Calcutta-63

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The alluded to poem by Shelley is as follows:


Ozymandias
I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive (stamped on these lifeless things),
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal these words appear
‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings;
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

People are in the habit of boasting about their love for the object of their affection- and if that object happens to be a fair lady, the claim borders on haughtiness. But when rough weather comes many are left shaken. Many such claims are tested. Most fail, a few survive- the real champions. Everyone celebrates the winner- the loser majority languishes nameless. But love is not just a tale of triumph, it is also a tale of loss, of dejection, of tears:

‘Some are there, who, for love shook destiny,
And others who silently died away.’

Shelley had said that our sweetest songs are those that tell of the saddest thoughts. There is no scientific reason why it should be so, but fact dictates that it is so. A vast majority of the lyrics in most languages are poems of dejection, the best poems invariably reflecting upon the darker part of life.

 

My favourite picks

Devil and his counterpart
Devour
Epitaph
Farewell from the circle of friends
Femina
Finding Estella again
Harvest
Kiss from a rose
Land's end
Leeches in my soul
Love and compromise
Nevertheless I tried
Stranger at the tavern
Suspended animation
Tell her I am dead
The blissful illusion
The breathless seashore
The bride
The cigarette butt, the mosquito blood
The dipping sun
The pimp
They tell me I am mad
To hug her close or leave her alone
You see why I died
Wild nights