Poems

EXTREMITY 

[it was 2002 summer and i was crossing Andhra in a non-AC compartment after a spine treatment in Vellore . The temperature outside was probably around 48 degree Celsius when I, with my in pain fragile spine decided to get up and open the window. This poem is a witness to what i saw outside]

The date tree is standing alone

on the barren field

Some herbs are the only one

witnessing its existence,

The heat scorches, trying to torture out

the history of all creation

But the date determined, stubborn

not to reveal the truth.

One farmer found, challenging mother earth

to prove her fertility

The secreted water from his body, always ready to kiss the soil

maintaining the laws of gravitation,

His demanding stomach never gives him the chance of pleading God,

he continues his efforts,

His little dreams give him the fuel for his survival

he loves his family.

God has become one here

He reside in the shades of ‘babul’

Death is only a mockery of life

and life only a residue,

The pain has become only a supplement of respiration

suffering a partner

Nature’s fury shows her presence everywhere

but this is only another way of expressing her love.

Abhishek Bagchi
?/05/2002

ATTIC

Hoping, the breeze will take the shape of a storm

The rest metamorphoses into unrest, leading to a revolution,

The loss of identity inspire to germinate Mankind,

The thoughts sediment like in sand clock in my attic.

The clock, the witness, of every breadth taken (or not taken);

Life betray but death never;

Dreams reside in the clouds, felt, but never consumed;

Sacrifice redefines pleasure.

Collecting bits of life in a mindful

Many are lost, making the picture incomplete,

Today the rain outside had made my attic wet

Need a storm to make it dry.

Abhishek BagchiDate: 02/03/2006

THE DEATH

They saw the corpse go past them.

There were no sufficient rituals or sadness,

Though we all were aware of his reputation;

He was well known for his honesty, hard work and loyalty;

He gave lot to the society without taking much from it;

His presence gave comfort to many; gave inspiration to a lover,

His actions preached sincerity, after defining the concept of duty.

I knew him for a long time

I felt void 'noticing' his unnoticed death

As I try to 'celebrate' his death through some words

As I wonder in the death of the dog.

Abhishek Bagchi

?/11/2008

WORDS

They are like the small hilly train,
Rolling, looping and tumbling down the slopes at his own merit,
The wind gushes in and out, helping the traditional fuel to provide,
Stopping in the middle, gathering company,
They are my words, forming the lines......the tracks of my poems.

They are like sailing yachts,
Propelled by the naughty 'little boy' zeal,
Challenging the impossible to achieve, defeating the fate,
The rebel germinates, born out of the ashes,
They are my words, forming the lines......the arrays of my poems.

Abhishek Bagchi
09.09.10

It's RAINING

A melting drop of dream touches my skin,

Tasting salty? Like my lover’s tears? Precious.

Sweet? Like her smile? Purifying.

Sour? Like her humour? Propelling.

Bitter? Like her lessons? Proper.

A gust of wind swipe out memories,

It’s raining.

It was the time we talked to the trees

The time we drew pictures out of the clouds

We discovered new constellations

We escaped time to create moments

We wove poetry to frame an epic

We sang to each other.

The lonely nights do not betray

The life gives a reason to live!

The dreamer change the dreams

But keeps the shadow intact,

Keeps the memories treasured

I’m still in Love.

Abhishek Bagchi31/08/06