http://theshillongtimes.com/2020/06/07/the-beast-in-us/

My New Poem

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Lustrous prophecies of ancient wisdom
Remain frozen over many unravelled mysteries
As dissuading fortified moments of longing,
Desires for their awakening ...

Defeating the deafening silence of betrayal,
Strokes of yellow rays emerge
Beyond the session of darkness;
Bearing the legacy of boisterous charm and ecstasy!

Entangled in complicated patterns of whirling sounds,
Echoing cool breeze from shaded forests
Swings across window fences,
As serenity settles over fallen fabrics and dry leaves...

Here grandness thrills into profound austerity!

                                                          RAJDEEP PATHAK

                                                                       JUNE 4, 2020

Some Passing Thoughts: My New Poem... Hope in Motion...

Some Passing Thoughts: My New Poem... Hope in Motion...: Hope in motion…                                               The silence had suddenly broken, as the thread ball Fell on the f...

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...

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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

My New Poem - Walking - in one Breath

Walking – in one Breath

Silence; and a set of eyes watching – scared curves…

Gazing from one end to the other – waiting…

Listening to some echoing voice through a distant amplifier!

As their shadows beam through long distances in pure rhythm

Shaping profiles of varied structures – they walk!

The young, old and infant wait amidst pandemonium;

Calmness and worry beaming through their face, as their burdened

Torsos with kids and possessions crisscross high rises which they had once built.

From creating space for others to touching highways

The migrants walk their way with hope and despair;

Resting, pacing and stretching along stone pillars which sustain their tired souls.

Flashes of despair stare the empty pillars as

Thousands tread the unknown to distant lands,

Stuck – jammed into the shimmering sun

Baffling across passing vehicles, for a ride to their home…

None to guide these men, women and children;

They move in one breath – whilst the fear of

Death lingers on.

Desperate clouds now fly without barriers

Whispering the rains aside, as the sun deepens into the horizon.

              

Fatigued souls march on; hunger and thirst create a facade

Of the pain of eviction and helpless tales of anguish and dejection!

Relentlessly their journey continues...

Rajdeep Pathak

April 8, 2020

(My new poem on migration during the contagion COVID -19)