Nothing happens anymore.Nothing. No chords to struck. No words to rhyme. No thought to ponder on .No tears to dry. 'Nothing' happens all the time.

The seas are strong
Wild waves rolls on
Only to crash
into the sand
Frail
Feeble
Inevitable

And all my troubles fly away




The picture's taken by a stranger friend

The Tale of dawn

Into the land of stormy seas
A man of waves crashed into a rock of peace

From another world ,another place
The Mother of love came searching its trace

Signs, they met
With perfect rhyme
Fragrance that pulled her
Beyond the castles and shrines

Across the seven seas, softly she sailed
Consecrations,
Soft , serene
Gentle, it did rain
A divine connection,
A destiny pre-written
Gravitated and stuck
Till the end of time

Her love for mankind and crimson soil
Reaped in her mind a quiet truth
Painted a dream; an Innocent realm
Where Poetry and art from round the world
Would sing a song of a saffron sun

Though the earth is parched
and souls are dry
But the moist of love would wet the sky
The sacred dawn would fall upon
and paint a world of barefoot dreams
Life and living would float in
softly ,with compassion and peace

Timeless
Priceless
Forever

Auroville

Amidst the eternal dawn
Where people never grow old
A generation of love
Silently play




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It smells Pujo in Borkhola

Home again

Paddy fields soft and green
Swinging across a silence serene
Familiar railway stations pass by