Gaurav Chakrabarti

I travel the world to find it true,
My home and heart belongs to you.

Ain’t no wisdom in lifting the sky,

It’d stay there without you trying.

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 as a clean slate?

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.

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 gathered to not miss this view
All nature surrounded to the songs she knew

She reaped and reaped, as it was her day
Challenging the view ,the world had her way
The birds they joined as voices amateur
Lakes,creeks and rivers could not stand the lure

I hear her songs on a pensive mood
Her joy had glutted whatever life could spew
The more I see life,the more I know
Each song ,it is stronger than my heart’s window.

The arc of history often bends towards justice, but it is acquired at such a high cost that the victory is deemed pyrrhic.

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 human soul

A unique song that you will sing

In flight to freedom on timeless wings

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.

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

The vessel don’t stop or speed
It sails softly knowing its creed
At harmony with nature, its pride its curvature
The vessel stands lone on the battlefield
Not needing you and me
The vessel will fulfil what it is meant to be
The vessel will resolve itself into the sea.

A land without the feeling of minority,
A land without the wish to reverse the same.