Banalata Sen

For thousand years I’m wandering on this planet's pathways,
from Ceylon Sea in the night's dark to the Malay Sea
traveled I have a lot; in the dusky world of Bimbisara-Ashoka
there I was; far away in the dark in the town of Bidarbha;
a weary soul that I am, life’s sea foam surrounding me,
was presented a moment’s peace by Banalata Sen of Natore.
Her hair’s the night of bygone dark Bidisha,
her face Srabasti’s artwork; in the distant sea
the way a sailor who’s lost his trace breaking his rudder
sees the green grassland inside the cinnamon-island,
likewise I saw her in the dark; “Where were you all this time?” she asked,
raising her birdnest-like eyes – Banalata Sen of Natore.

At the day’s end, like the whisper of the dew
descends the evening; the kite wipes from its wings the sun's smell;
When all hues of the earth subside, the manuscript calls for
the sparkling color of fireflies for the story’s sake;
all birds return home – all rivers – settle all accounts of this life;
only darkness remains, to sit across Banalata Sen.

To Whom It May Concern

Close your eyes
Say what you see,
If you feel his pain
Why not set him free!

Close your ears
Tell what you hear,
Is the clarion call
Still not quite clear?

Open your mind now
A moment so new --
It's been long waiting
Time to renew anew.

On Turning Four

Today as you turned four
Baby we can call you are no more.
But you are still our little Pudlu
'Happy Birthday' said dada Gudlu.

Today's a special day to celebrate
Not being with you we mostly hate.
Your year #3 was so much fun --
Specially your visit to California sun.

From mimi's house to the train
are our rides down memory lane.
You started to swim like a fish
and to enjoy all kinds of dish.

You are one cool artist in your den
and mom's li'l helper in the kitchen.
Then came daddy's Australia trip
All the cool stuff makes you hip.

Your knowledge of country flag
gives us pride and right to brag. 
I am quickly running out of rhyme
So see you today on Facetime.

Happy Birthday to a special boy
May your life be full of Joy!

Krishu the fish

 This is a poem for Krishu (written after he finished his swimming lessons)

There's a little boy named Krish
who really can swim like a fish.
He enjoys going to the pool
with the floater his only tool.
He can swim at length a mile
finishing of course with a smile!

Congrats Krishu!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bf6toaL6-98

Another Holi

from crimson morning

to lavender evening -

colorful Holi!

On your 5th Birthday

Five long years gone, painfully long
You beat evermore in our hearts' song.
One, two, three, four, and now five
Each year keeps your memory alive.

Why do God give and then reprive?
Sadly true, life without you is no jive.
Your life though short, impact is long
fond memories of you keep us strong.

Time flies, today you have turned five --
But to be by your side, I couldn't contrive.
So, here's a birthday wish moist with tear.
We miss you, we love you, our angel dear!

Hope you loved the balloons we all left
and the wooden clogs for you we kept.
You would have been five, you are five.
In our mind's eye, the dream is alive.