I travel the world to find it true, My home and heart belongs to you.
Category Archives: Poetry
Ain’t no wisdom in lifting the sky, It’d stay there without you trying.
Nothing or traversed?
Why do good people have wrong destinies? And why is it vice versa? Why does life seem unfair on the surface? The unseen wheel of karma? A question keeps nagging my heart If we find our start Whatever it is we find on our plates Does life begin from zero? Or life does not begin …
When blessed with the power of lucid imagination, I hope that your dreams come true. When prone to building castles in the air, I pray that they are brought to life too.
Reaper’s Songs
Reaping this afternoon ,she sings myriad songs Her heart ,it was brighter than many a joyous throng With her sickle,she could win a moderate war Her spirit,it was too jocund to find torpor The mountains stood steadily to hear what she sings The vale ,it was empty with her in its wings The clouds they …
The arc of history often bends towards justice, but it is acquired at such a high cost that the victory is deemed pyrrhic.
On Our Way
May colours fill our reflective hearts And joy for every start Hope to glut our whole existense And grit to carve our arc Perfection in all imperfections Be crystal to inner sight Resilience to every setback Vision to view the light A drop of sunshine to illuminate the whole Life to be embraced by the …
If you should revel in heaven and hell while living on earth, If you should dine with the devil and Messiah, there are calls unheard.
Vessel
The vessel it sails on the river on a full moon night The silhouette of palm and coconut trees Add to sight Such ecstasy and delight Glimmers of light from huts and houses Rocking and rolling on the waves that come it’s way The vessel it sails on the river on a full moon night …
A land without the feeling of minority, A land without the wish to reverse the same.
Gaurav Chakrabarti 