Cleaner the heart, better the judgement.
Clearer the view, of anything in review.
On top of your sins, a simple life begins.
Complexities subside, stronger is the stride.
Clarity in your thinking, potent is the effort.
Beautiful is the green, of the plains that mimic youth.
Swaying is the blue, of the sky where thoughts flew.
Gracious is the night, darker is delight.
Clearer the heart, truer is life.
The air is wearing thin,
Into perennial love.
The walls of your milieu crack,
And crumble to bring in eternal joy
And life.
And light, as it falls on a crimson rose.
Its fragrance richer than its red,
cocoons the Earth.
A wave of the ocean forms a circle, as the moon sits on it and invites all Creation.
It’s love, thick as the forest, sweet as honey, precious than measure, in rays of light.
There was never a definition to Happiness.
The Peepal stands alone in this farm.
Golden rays of the Sun fall on a silver ring, making it slightly more valuable.
Stacks of hay are placed under the tree, where a squirrel is seen and no more.
The sky is blue and pristine clean.
There is no wish for a God, no need for hope and no ties to yesterday.
Now is enough.
Laziness is a virtue and I have wasted my time on Earth.
Release, for it will fall in time
What’s in a clutch vanishes in mind
What departs from life, if leaves a scar
Was held to hard, or too far
For it’s religion to know
All must go
It should bid farewell to a human heart
Let go, it’s the foremost art.
I chose the field instead of a mansion.
An open blue sky instead of the safety of a ceiling.
Laying on overgrown grass, I wish I could melt into the invisible.Golden sunlight washes my face and to anyone not knowing, I am a blessed man.
Butterflies ,and dragonflies float in the air.
A soft breeze touches me and I don’t wish for forever.
A bench nearby waits for me being seated, but my exterior stands tall.
I am a wreck.
I am free.
There, a butterfly surfs on the air.
It knows not where it goes
Or where it came from.
Effortless to my sight,
It’s wings are in uplifting flight,
It asks not why it is here,
Or wishes for a life after life.
It counts but this moment,
For beauty in the now,
Is the truth somehow.
Wow!
There a butterfly, surfs on the air.
It need not possess, when flowers are
your dress,
A moth it was, it seems but not anymore
but a dream.
Its beauty to my eyes is its beauty held inside,
It sublimely glides.
I feel like but defeated, being a human,
Entangled, learned, seated.
There, a butterfly, surfs on the air.
Take you dancing to the infinite skies,
Your heart it’s joyful, tears on your eyes.
Like lovers on ice,
With movements precise,
Our love it survives the World.
Your ingenuous hope, rests as a telescope,
To the day that waits unfurled.
Your soul it sings, like the Sitar strings,
As Life is as love to give.
In your boundless heart, live the countless stars.
Life is but life but brief.
In your heart I reside, show up and hide,
Play games with rules our own.
In your heart are the stars, galaxies afar,
A drop of truth unknown.
Oh! Princess Pretty, the Heavens do bow,
For you I have forsaken, Nirvana in now.
For me you are here,you vow.
For you I am here, I vow.
All nature seeked a heart,
A home to hold her art.
For beauty is borne in breasts,
Her limbs sought room a stretch.
As her hues she did display,
The heart uttered, to lose its say.
In the fragrance of this soul,
As Creation did unfold.
These words, they jump out of the page
And into the atmosphere.
They Swirl and curl and twirl to the boundaries
Of this limitless sphere.
These words they reside, pop up and hide
Into the expanses of our mind,
These words are love, These words are life
These words are resourceful mines.
Now, there a line flows, from the holder of woes
And takes flight into the sky
To drop as rain, on the healer of pains,
as truth is joy is why.
Words to know a heart, a view to a soul.
Two words on a see saw, one on the swing
A word that sees it whole.
Let the light shine through your eyes,
And into the outside world gleam.
I pray you live your dreams,
To know they were not your answer.
Gaurav Chakrabarti 