The Sun Returns

The Sun Returns

By,
Kaushik Paul

All misery and pain,
An iron will will always burn.
After every deep dark eclipse,
Returns the brilliant Sun.

To face all the fears,
A bold heart will always turn.
After every deep dark eclipse,
Returns the daring Sun.

Virtue from all the good-bad,
A calm mind will always churn.
After every deep dark eclipse,
Returns the victorious Sun.

In the course of time,
Despair-delight will always run.
Inspite of every eclipse,
Prevails the eternal Sun.

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Meanders

Meanders

By, Kaushik Paul

Friends of mine from childhood days,

You stood by me through life’s different phases.

Do you miss the fun times we spent,

Or are they just sands left on the meander’s bent?

O’ sweetheart of my early youth,

You were once my love in sooth.

Do you still remember the love I sent,

Or are they just sands left on the meander’s bent?

Relatives of mine, seniors and small,

You taught me to smile and to stand tall.

Do you remember our sharing moments,

Or are they just sands left on the meander’s bent?

O’ my dear foes and arch-enemies,

You helped bring out the best in me.

Do you still turn green with my each ascent,

Or are they just sands left on the meander’s bent?

Of this world, O’ people, so fine,

To whom I leave behind these absurd lines.

Would you remember what this poet meant,

Or would I be among the sands left on the meander’s bent?

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Faces of Facade

Faces of Facade

By, Kaushik Paul

One fine day, I was walking the streets of Venice.
Where the carnival rolled with cheer and bliss.

Showered the roads, the people of the city,

With colourful dresses and masked faces happy.

Such liveliness they showed that one’d ever see.

But the poor one without a mask, was just me.

Oh! A part of them, how much, I’d love to be.

Alas, the only one left out, was just me.

Then suddenly, a thought cut me through.
Was my own human face, true?

With worried hands, my face, I did touch,

My face slipped off, surprising me much.

And as I looked beside into a mirrored frame,

Beneath my face was a mask, looking just the same.

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The Endurance of Mahadev

The Endurance of Mahadev

by Kaushik Paul

Me:

"Angry like a raging flame, yet calm as snow.

Master of all dance forms, that we might ever know.

Ash-clad life in the hostile, how do you pull off?

Oh Crescent-mooned Yogi, tell me, how are you so tough?

Binding in your jata, you tamed the Ganga, rough.

Oh Destroyer of Evil, tell me, how are you so tough?"

Shiva:

"When to withstand the deadly Halahal,

The endurance of the Mahadev himself wasn't enough.

What saved the day, then was,

Oozing out of Tara's bosom, a drop of pure Love."

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