My New Poem... Hope in Motion...

Hope in motion…

                                             

The silence had suddenly broken, as the thread ball

Fell on the floor; the swirling threads

Of hope lay scattered engulfed in the

Web of life and death…!

The shades of colourful display of

These spread draw faces of ecstasy and grief;

Coloured fascinated souls, yearning to break the circles…

Silent faces now mask the veil of tranquility

And storm, as anger mounts up; and yet

They mediate oozing silence in motion!

Pricking the soul to rise, jump and scream –
“I am alive”, the robe of façade clears

With each leap across boundaries of hope and

Distance, which so long, was drawn within…

Rolls lay scattered like fallen flowers of

Fragrance, sprouting their nectars

For those delicately chosen drops.

Breaking the bondage of poison, strength and tragedy;

Rituals of crimson, red and yellow, melt in the

Sweat of blissful unity and delicacies – emanating

Moments of hope and faith…

 The colourful threads radiate!

                                                Rajdeep Pathak

                                                May 26, 2020

The Coming

Someone there, knocked at the window, suddenly!

It wasn’t so heavy, but definitely hard...

Someone wanted to tell something, urgently!

With my nose squashed against the window glasses,

I looked for a soul, for now the leaves were restless

And the branches made a whipping sound...
A storm was on its way; or will it be just a heavy shower

That settles early winter dust? I’ll wait!

Just them the knock grew milder.

Greasing against the glasses, I opened the door...

The lamp by the bedside was still lit — now deeper,

Fading into the daylight that breaks through the window plates!

Rising from the drunken dreary nights,

The sun beams across prisms like a shining armour

Spreading its arms towards, the vast ocean, as life ripples...

Silently the water flows by;
As the morning breeze whispers
It’s delightful arrival...

RAJDEEP PATHAK

MAY 22, 2020

My Tribute to #Irrfan Khan, #Rishi Kapoor, #R V Smith and #Chuni Goswami

My Article in The Shillong Times on COVID - 19

My New Poem - Untitled...

Untitled…

Sweet soft rhythm of the night
Calls in tenderness —Remain awake;
For we have just risen to play around
And the stars and the moon are swinging

in the silent beats and tiny sparkles!

Here’s an envelope of softness that caresses the slight heart beats—

Quiet! For these run faster beating the pause
That has shadowed around thy scarf of veils!

Lift, lift as you purge in the divine solitude of calmness...

Moments ...

Rajdeep Pathak

May 21, 2020

Masked

Silent as a grave, the city breathes in isolation.

An occasional car zooms past echoing sirens

In the quiet air; as curious dwellers open their congested windows!

Dead in the city expands and warriors battle in the open,

Masking the crimson stretches to swell!

Shrouded in darkness, graves of saints and fakirs

Wait for their flock to assemble for remembrance.

In silence, prayers mount for mercy.

Amidst this crisis, some masks their brutal murderous arms

Upon fragile souls, spewing blood and hate;

While others tear their façade in similar

Old unchanged, spacious streets!

No counsel masks their senses…

Exploding insensitivities and insolence…

No sermons guide their conscience…

Mounding vicious masks; layers accumulate.

Cloaked in blues and whites and browns

Masked warriors endure their deceit with danger –

Saving lives; sheltering assurances, reassuring faith.

Calm and poised, they promise hope!

Rajdeep Pathak

April 29, 2020