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Saturday, February 9, 2013


THINKING OF YOU…………

When the Mountains point to the sky
And the clouds clothe the peaks
When the snow covers earth
And the blankets are in dearth
I am thinking of you….


When the wind blows through the leaves
And the chill comes through my spine
When all that rustles are the Pines
And brown goes the nature wild
I am thinking of you…

When the water in the streams is chilling
And this wait for you is killing
When the trout swim in mirth
And I pine for my warm hearth
I am thinking of you…

When the Moon is blushing just over the hill
The night is dark with a little wind chill

When the stars gaze in awe at me
And I star-gaze back hoping to see
You; I am thinking of you……

When the Icicles melt in the golden Sun
And the first drop of water is barely won;
When the campfire’s glow lies in the amber

And I am shedding winter clothes in my chamber
Yes, I am thinking of you………………

When the geysers gush out water so hot
And it is freezing cold in this melting pot
Where it is warm but that neighbour is cold
And the nights are long and bones are old….

Yes, I am ..I am thinking of you….


[ 01 Feb 2013 Jyo Jottypoet ]



Monday, December 5, 2011

You cannot feel the bliss of pleasure until you feel the pangs of pain ...Indeed life is a divine chaos...

RANDOM THOUGHTS ON LOVE

The pain when I read and see in every line
A lump in the throat sans the love wine
Love is a feeling we endlessly crave 
Whet that appetite till the grave…

I read somewhere that life is ‘Divine Chaos’ 
So pep it up with some pepper and sauce
The ‘Tired Minds’ await some joyful soul
So mould the mind into wannabe whole.

Forget the spite, feel the hug and hold it tight
See thy sorrows banished, with the day so bright
Those moments of hesitation – just quell them
And those fleeting invitations – just accept them

You can thank the Lord tonight, for a little more
For keeping the joys of friendship for you in store
Only if he knew you shall still hang in there…
That lump in your throat could clear out dear

If you can do, you must, and the love will bind you
You are born but once, O! Friend! Let me remind you 
Every kiss you miss, every tear you shed, gives a call!!
“I can return my friend”, if you choose to have a ball!!

The Sun rose today again, dispelling the darkness stark
‘Coz the stars chose to truly, ignite the bright day’s spark
Hold on to your relationships, you promised to cherish
Learn to value a kiss and hug, lest The TIME may perish.


[By : Jyotirmoy Ghosal]

You cannot feel the bliss of pleasure until you feel the pangs of pain ...Indeed life is a divine chaos...

RANDOM THOUGHTS ON LOVE

The pain when I read and see in every line
A lump in the throat sans the love wine
Love is a feeling we endlessly crave 
Whet that appetite till the grave…

I read somewhere that life is ‘Divine Chaos’ 
So pep it up with some pepper and sauce
The ‘Tired Minds’ await some joyful soul
So mould the mind into wannabe whole.

Forget the spite, feel the hug and hold it tight
See thy sorrows banished, with the day so bright
Those moments of hesitation – just quell them
And those fleeting invitations – just accept them

You can thank the Lord tonight, for a little more
For keeping the joys of friendship for you in store
Only if he knew you shall still hang in there…
That lump in your throat could clear out dear

If you can do, you must, and the love will bind you
You are born but once, O! Friend! Let me remind you 
Every kiss you miss, every tear you shed, gives a call!!
“I can return my friend”, if you choose to have a ball!!

The Sun rose today again, dispelling the darkness stark
‘Coz the stars chose to truly, ignite the bright day’s spark
Hold on to your relationships, you promised to cherish
Learn to value a kiss and hug, lest The TIME may perish.


[By : Jyotirmoy Ghosal]

Monday, September 19, 2011

AUR SITAREY TIMTIMAYE

Jab bhi Chand- Suraj ka zikra kabhi ayega
In timtimate sitaron ko bhi yaad kiya jayega!! 
AUR SITAREY TIMTIMAYE

Hai Chand – Sitaro ka yeh manzar bhi ajab aaj raat,
Hain koson door sitarey par timtimaatey puri raat !!
Thoda hi sahi karte roshan, par dete saath puri raat
Poocho chanda se chali kahan, abhi baki hai adhi raat?

“Hai mera jeevan Adha, udhaar par hai chandni meri!
Un Sitaron mein se ek ki, yeh hai ajab roshni meri !
Na karna yaad mujhe, na choona chandni ko meri
Mera jeevan chakra hai poorna, par raat adhi hai meri”

Udhar ki ho roshni ya udhar ka ho fir woh sindoor
Chamakta chand lamha par, chalta nahi bahu door
Har poonam ki chand ka wohi hashra hota hai
Char din ki chandni; lekin suraj din-o-din hota hai.

Sitaron se poocha to woh chupke se timtimaye
Hum hain toh door par dosti humne hi nibhaye
Ek Suraj hai kafi Akash-Ganga me hamara
Wohi hai srot jeevan ka aur chandni ka sahara!

“Roshni hamari hai kam par koi gum nahi
Humein yaad karo-na-karo, hum hain yahin.
Jab bhi Chand- Suraj ka zikra kabhi ayega
In timtimate sitaron ko bhi yaad kiya jayega!! 

FRAGRANCE

Should I look simple should I look bright?
What should I wear my darling tonight..?
FRAGRANCE

What shall I wear, what shall I wear?
What shall I wear my darling tonight?
Should I look simple should I look bright?
What should I wear my darling tonight..?

Should it be flowing or should it be tight
Should it be fitting or loose for my height?
Should it be revealing enough, for tonight?
What should I wear my darling tonight..?

What should I wear my darling tonight
So you can spot me in that crowd bright
Should I sit far or a little close, just here?
How will I know my darling you are there?

“Whether in pink like the Rose so fine
Or in white like the Tube-rose divine
Tight or loose flowing or fitting any kind
Is same for me Oh my dear for I am blind!!”

But I can recall that deep ‘n’ fresh aroma babe
That cast a lasting spell on my olfactory lobe
No, not Carnation, Jasmine, Lotus or Rose
I cannot identify with sweet aromas those!

I can see you not with or without your ‘wear’
But I can feel the freshness from miles my dear
If you tonight come sans any fragrance here
I’ll spot you with your aroma, Oh! My dear. 



Tight or loose flowing or fitting any kind
Is same for me Oh my dear for I am blind!!”


THE ROSE LOVERS

POETIC FANTASY

In pristine pink see such a serene silent rose,
And the poetic embrace of the lovers so close
Clinging like the pollen that’s lost on a bee..
This surely is a lover’s retreat as soft as can be.

She pines not anymore for the flower’s nectar
As she floats freely in that nymphet’s nectar !
Drink not! Oh Bee, Oh Butterfly from my Rose
This one is booked as the Earth’s berth just froze !!

I sit silently to admire this loving embrace
And watch an endless honeymooning grace
Every bud that grows to be a flower may dare
To beckon the lovers, for their moments to share.

That endearing kiss, softer and now lasts longer
Sans shoes and stockings left on the sill yonder
Sepals fall off baring her lithe and supple softness
The ‘Rose’ so blooms in joy, I longed to witness!!

He and She entwined in such a kissing spree,
The World at their feet from worries free
Perched in that ‘Rose’ of joy and ecstacy

Is this the ultimate in my poetic fantasy….??


[ Copy right Jyottypoet ]

Saturday, July 16, 2011

The drop spills, life kills - if it’s an uncontrolled motion…. Let us not hold ‘assets’ beyond God’s contention.




DROPS & DROPS

The drop in any form pointed and soft
And the  one you can hold in your palm aloft
Small or big it holds all your  imagination
A sharpened arrow or a soft satin temptation.

When it falls as a hail it penetrates and pierces
And as snow it gently soothes and embraces
It shines on the petals like a priceless diamond
But flows like tears from the eyes abandoned

A Drop in the Ocean is such a ‘Metaphor’
It vanishes in thin air like a piece of Camphor
But the same Drop - drop by drop it fills…
The parched earth, for the ‘farmer’ who tills.

The drop that once was just a grain of sand
That drop so different now stays as silicon
To keep  ‘em  young, pretty and charming
But the result at times may be alarming!

A drop is one that creates and procreates
A drop is the one that almost always satiates
Those parched lips or the arid land exposed
‘Drop’ of Life sometimes by science  juxtaposed.

A drop just holds due to the  surface tension
And life holds for some despite all the tension
I dare say with conviction and sans pretension
The drop spills, life kills - if it’s an uncontrolled motion….
Let us not  hold ‘assets’ beyond God’s contention.

 [ @copyright Jyo 16 Jul 2011]

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Poetry - the mother of all emotion Some call it mere ‘words in motion’

POETIC EMBRACEMENT

Poetry - the mother of all emotion
Some call it mere ‘words in motion’
When I write, I love thee- Oh Poetry!
Thy branches deeper than the banyan tree
That’s why you are stronger than prose
Oh! Poetry !!

And as a poet I have all the freedom
And all the world’s verses in my kingdom
I can be fair or may be a little foul
I can see through night like an owl
You can make night as day, your way
Oh! Poetry! Have your sway…

You have words stringed like beads
And a finger that pointedly needs
An applaud, a bow , a salutation
Sometimes a silent infatuation
You are the need of a man-to be free
That’s why you are –Poetry!!

If some one loves thee, is it also me?
That sounds selfish but true you see!
For when I embraced you, Oh! Poetry -
An ‘embracement’ was ‘love’ I thought
But ‘embarrasment’ was what I got !
For she admired me, just for thee!!
Oh! Poetry!!


Across the seas and across cultures
In Birds and Bats, Rats and Vultures
In Man and Beast, In Rocks and Rivers
Poetry dwells and shines, pines and shivers
But today,just for you-it is poetic fever
So, let me be fearless, let me be free
You are what You are! My Poetry!
!

They watch in awe at me and you For I love my love the way you do.

DREAMS - I

If you dream of precious beauty
Which you hope to have some day
Keep on dreaming of it always
Never falter friend! Dream away !!

Let your dreams be your fascination
Free from all strife and worldly care
Sheltered thus from life’s temptations
Live beneath your blue skies fair.

At this hour- in tune with time
Live your dreams with joy sublime
Soon the things you long for dear
Will sure be real and not a dream.

Life has ever more been built
By the dreams along its way
Joys will come to you the dreamer
If you dream, a dream each day.

'Today I dreamt of her again
Arm in arm we walked the lane
A lonely lane to a lovely Villa
Under a bower of bougainvillea'

A cuckoo singing the songs of Love
The peacock dancing to woo his love
But when they see me hug you thus
And see you gently kiss and blush..

They watch in awe at me and you
For I love my love the way you do.

[copy right JYO]

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

WILL YOU BLESS? OR WILL YOU NOT??


WILL YOU BLESS? OR WILL YOU  NOT??

BY : JYO JOTTY POET JOY                                                                                   
  


















The scorching sun burns them all,
Man and beast, in a heap they fall..!
Wishes and prayers on their lips shall last
Now, let’s have the Rains..Rains come fast
Oh Lord! Will you bless? Or will you  not??

In the hot deserts of the ‘Thar’ Man walks so dazed,
But the ‘Ship of the Desert’ sails through  unfazed
Man prays, an ass brays; whenever in pain…,
Oh!Rain, come again,but prayers  are all in vain
Oh Lord! Will you bless? Or will you  not??

                                                             
                                                                                 


                                                                                       There in the shadowy grove the cuckoo sings
                                                                                 In the hot summers unabashed it has all the ‘flings’
       Rain or drought it matters little to them as well
     Fishes in the ocean, or that ole’ frog in the well                                                                Oh Lord! Will you bless? Or will you  not??

The standing crops ripe and fine, awaiting a harvest
Yonder a farmer prays “ This Time for Rain, not the best!”
Alas ! The fishermen beside the dried ponds sigh
Look askance at the thin clouds, that in the sky fly by
Oh Lord! Will you bless? Or will you  not??

                                                                      

 Not a fisherman, neither a farmer nor the animal be
A MAN with lots of wealth, in scryscrapers dwells he,
Rain or drought bother him not, he is used to AC..
Earthquakes! Or the Tsunami, his nemesis can be
So Lord!Whom will you bless? Or will you  not??

Sunday, July 3, 2011

Food for thought just ripe for you A Mirage turns Oasis just for few...











OASIS AND MIRAGE

Sitting in an oasis she looked at the mirage
And  looked at self , she and her  visage
Leaving the cool shade  and palms behind
She  wandered about wishing to unwind. 

A thirst so deep she could quench not
A love so intense, she could forget not
The sands of time blew in her face masked
Pricking her like thorns she herself  asked.

Hunger pangs were her ‘bill of fare’
The thirst of joy and a bit of care..
Food for thought just ripe for you
A Mirage turns Oasis just for few...

The Sun had set and the Oasis amiss
The mirage by ‘night’  is never a bliss
When the night has drawn close on you
Quench thy thirst in the Oasis-dew .


[@copyright JYO – 3 Jun 2011]