Thursday, April 2, 2020

My New Poem - The Enchantment Trap



The Enchantment Trap

I am trying to teach a language
Whose future undermines our embellished past;
Where semblance of sanity is a façade
Exposing our attitude towards humanity…

In the frontline of deserted streets
Lay in rows of coffins and white spreads
Morphing into chains of interconnectedness,
As world blinks for relief!

Living into an unceasing constrained mobility,
Fragmented lives struggle in their resilience,
Scaling and reinventing powers and forces,
As survival strategies hang in strong winds.

Stumbling into the narrow passage of crushing austerity,
Humanity finds scarce land to bury the dead, whilst thousands
Mourn the anarchy of a few – hopes dwindle.

Fragile souls intrudes into the solitary reverie with
Crumbling images of flowers dancing in the dusty breeze
Battling obstacles of breathing oxygen and overflowing confusion!

Here freedom and choice clings into a fashionable
Cohesion of imbecilic legitimacy of materialism and greed;

Here industries return to necessities, crying solidarity.

Here closed landscapes and communities assemble their
Magical endurance of dodging the enchantment trap – once again.



RAJDEEP PATHAK
APRIL 2, 2020

“World beyond COVID 19”


Some Passing Thoughts: My New Poem - The Black Swan

Some Passing Thoughts: My New Poem - The Black Swan: The Black Swan Crisis on the horizon looms as the black swan flies Across from one distant land to another engulfing souls Figh...

My New Poem - The Black Swan


The Black Swan

Crisis on the horizon looms as the black swan flies
Across from one distant land to another engulfing souls
Fighting for survival!

Travails of people on the road struggling for safe passage
Through long arduous walks, beating the blackened clouds
And dark nights pierces the soul, as the impending flight awaits!

Distanced yet nearer, bitten and smothered,
The closure has dried up the sources,
As they march for safety and bread...
Stranded on highways, the masked diktat beacons them,
Whilst their resilience smiles upon them!

Who knows where life or death awaits them?
Who knows where danger and safety mocks them?
Who knows when the swan binds them?
Who knows when panic and resentment grips them?

And those that risk their lives day and night for others’ safety,
Bigotry mocks them from their own breed –
Harassed and tormented they await justice – security!

The black swan watches all behaviour – curling up slowly yet firmly,
Gripping impregnable men...

Careful for the black swan flies high...
RAJDEEP PATHAK
MARCH 29, 2020
(A poem on Covid 19)


Saturday, June 1, 2019

TIME...


Time…

Enclosed within the corridors of timeManagers rule over a world of desktopsAs office workers snuggle with their strategic coffee mugs;
Away from these power centresBathed in solitude, stories of wandering travellers and fakirs
Define life with elegance.. Far beyond usTime floats,
Life rolls on as the evening
Matures in quietude – restless, yet pristine!


                            RAJDEEP PATHAK
                                                                                   

Saturday, May 18, 2019

My New Poem INTRUDERS


Intruders

Screams of innocence hung in the night air
For silence of sudden death pours forth bleeding soul
Upon the sleeping multitudes who rise in fear and pain!

Red skies cloud the fragrance of jasmines,
As scores of wailing mothers and wives
Mourn the young and old whose
Blood stains now get removed by water cannons
From stained brick walls and muddy streets!

Echoing sirens of fire tankers fulfill their rituals;
Whilst water splashes the thumping chests of
Few thousand voices that still bemoan the last hours’ loss!

Many in the alleys arrange for coffins and flowers;
Assembling pieces of memories and drawing sketches
Of bundles of moments, lost to a single bullet!

Candles and marchers capture the images once again
On a night vigil, as machines defy lost tranquility.

Like a work of several seasons, this cobweb of lies and loss,
Gazes from the doors and windows spinning more truth and untruth,
Into an ever intruding rhythm of solitude and crumbling whispers;
As the dusty breeze of fear and quietness survive in fragments…?

Rajdeep Pathak
May 19, 2019








Wednesday, May 9, 2018

The Night

Sleep, for tiny dreams await their arrival upon your drowsy eyes;
As night’s silence draws silky feather
Of clouds on the eased brows..

Wiping tears of sorrows and happiness
the lullaby singers add soothing tones to silence,
As silence sing along some dreamy notes...

The pen on the wide brown table lies still
As uncovered book pages await its readers
To join the league of muses and bards!

The night paces slowly, circling the full moon...

Here heartbeats, beat lightly, welcoming dream fairies
Whilst they touch colourful feathers of life
Into those sleepy eyes, awakening blissful beauties,
Beholding the night!

Here, between reality and truth
Lay new revelation of love and grace,
Staging human appearances of longing visibility;
Comfortably caressing wandering souls!

Here reason renews faith across horizon
Where time has stood still in this solitary journey...

A moment of pause and this sudden rush of fanciful dreams —
Shouting, screaming and relaxing, the pendant still hangs on
Crying for its release — shirking hurriedly engulfing thoughts!

Momentarily, the moon winks from behind the floating clouds,
Hiding, scaling and flowing with the wind, as tree leaves flutter
Creating noise, and disturbing such calmness of the
Night birds, who has cultivated some time, now.

Momentarily dreams break into ecstatic silence,
As life harmonises serenity and restlessness with grace and elan...!

The moon keeps winking more often breezing through floating clouds,
Creating facades and hiding behind it; and stars whisper few solitary notes,
Telling tales of wandering souls and sleeping beauties with their alluring eyes ...

Sleep as this drunken night await more dreams to beckon you!


                                                                                                              Rajdeep Pathak