The Farewell Notes...

Do not sing the last song of the dusk,

For the heart still yearns for the unquenched thirst…

The tanpura strings clings to those forgotten notes

Come as we’ll care for the lost dreams…

The time still grasps the wall, rusted with the dust

Of ages – I see the clouds play between the skies

The dark window panes and few spider nets

Encircling each moment within each one…

Whilst the wooden chair shifts sides, slowly!

Two sides between the glasses – and the

River of hope flows from far corner into

The stream of thoughtful sound of the strings…

Momentous, yet crucial, as the musical notes

Flow from one stream to the other – building waves

Into each rhythmic senses, a perception of the swaying

Of the heart beats and the persuasion of the soul!

The lamp shimmers through the prism with the rising scales …

Do not leave the glass house with that false pride,

For I’ve not sung the last notes yet, for this moment

Is now to fathom and loosen the notes. My music

Feels the air, lest you not forget the bond that my

Notes have created in your thoughts and dreams….

For in mine and yours, the love of music flows

Slowly, steadily, pleasantly – the sweet notes

Sung to just you and me…

The farewell notes, written, torn, pieced; graced!

                                                    

                                                     Rajdeep Pathak

November 6, 2014

Whispering windows

Spinning, twirling, dancing with the wind at play

Tip toeing at my window pane,

Drizzling into soft droplets,

Come, I have something to say!

Magical – my window has just felt your breath

Your kisses soft and sweet, playing music

In my ears – soothing, surrounding my heart

With the warmth of the untouched bliss!

Reflection of the rain and the rising drops

Gently saying… exploding… travelling

Bouncing and sharing… droplets in the window pane

Speaking… falling and gathering – as I listen…

Life stretches its arms, its ears already dreaming

With the drops… something to say, much to hear

Without any further noise into the life’s journey!

The fragrance of the yearning earth, yielding from the

Soil, rich in colour; and gentle in touch – tendering

The rough edges with care, drawing lines of life;

Breathe; breathe into freshness without a care,

Breathe the laughter, breathe in harmony, and the

Sweet nectar from the heaven’s above!

In harmony the voices whisper in my ears

Through the prism of the breezes around

I know your touch, your blessed form

Whisper, whisper in your splendorous warmth

With your benign benevolence and your bountiful grace!

Whisper, as you weave contours, carrying hopes…

As I join you….!

Rajdeep Pathak

July 12, 2014

The First Breakfast

I watched as the river flowed quietly

Amidst the buzzing market noise

Waiting…

Time passed gently!

Some cookies were laid in the table

Covered in white silvery dishes,

A sleek glass of lemon juice and a bottle of wine –

That was complementary, the waiter gently nodded

While I smiled with the folded slip in my hand…!

The long stretch of tent-size houses that stood

Between the river and the city, did not change since time –

Only the colours of the white spreads those covered the beds got

Faded, and were replaced.

The sun, cloaked in golden mask rose

Slowly from its hidden veil dusting the darkness aside;

Tracing and glimmering with sparkling delight!

The clouds smiled and hid its face,

As trees offer shade to the migratory birds…

The curtains remain creased…

A golden mirage appears behind the door

As the bell rang - in little gaps – lull…

Time waited and held back the steps!

Watching the slow moves – the feet hidden

Behind the donned decorated robe – as she slipped

Into it to full grandeur – a concealed smile and a dexterous poise!

I watched as she rested her delicate hands on the shelf

And set to place her position – the calmness on her face

Reflecting her composure… reposing the tranquility within…

The water flowed faster as the market bustled…

Her gentleness – and the stillness of the buzzing solitude

Mellowed with her warmth…; A glass of wine splashed

Breaking the serenity… another filled and wasted –

Emptied and shared – a gentle touch… a quiet kiss!

                                                               Rajdeep Pathak

                                                                    July 9, 2014

Raping the Rivers

I sting like a wretched lifeless disturbing nostalgia

As my legacy is ruined by mocking creations,

Of surviving richness and dying consciousness!

My splendour and purity has been torn and

Stripped time and again by lustful audiences

Of illustrious and mortal beings – defining divinity

As my existence and deliberately marauding me!

They who swear by me, compel their vicious

Ignorance on my clean and chaste flow…  Still

I give life to many breasts!

Songs of lament surround me,

Whilst people defecate and mar my soul;

Alive emotions and stereotyped passions

Plunge me into despair.

Flashes of bliss – ashes, fire, corpses flow in me,

And the ceremonial outer trappings

Of industries and machines disrobe my sanctity…

They create a façade of purity and piousness!

Curtailed by artificial boundaries, their

Reflection imbibes an ornamentation of false pride;

As I ponder on the loss of unrequited love

For my decaying dignity, as it bothers none today.

Blessed? Cleansed? …

Rajdeep Pathak

March 21, 2014

Evening’s Pure Delight

  

An evening of hope, a prism behind!

I stand alone in a boat, with the wide

Horizon facing the sky, as the sun radiates!

I spread my arms that ‘You’ could behold me

In this hour as conches blow and lamps are lit –

Pure evening, mesmerizing sound of the waves                                             

Temple’s doors open in sheer delight!

Leave me not, for I untie myself from

The bondage of life’s package…

Binding and sighing from moments of despair,

I embrace myself in your benevolent grace!

Your benign nature; your soothing touch;

Standing in front of me in the vast serene undisturbed

Horizon, as beams radiate around!

Pure evening, pure sight, the sound of wave become strong

And flow, pouring, springing, arising – emerging to emanate…

I still stand watching if ‘You’ embrace me within ‘Your’

Blessed bosom, as silence pour my thoughts with

‘Your’ glowing rays!

‘Your’ brilliance strikes and I wait for ‘Your’ embrace.

                                                                                               Rajdeep Pathak

                                                                                               March 5, 2014