RAGING RAINS

The day has gone in history
when rains played havoc in lives
people atop poles , with ropes
carrying others from marrooned drives.
Why ac cars became death traps?
Hondas and Fords with jammed brakes
doors that locked death indoors
Rains which cool and also kill
its mans destiny or natures thrill
at his folly for building roads
so poor, concrete trapping the flow
of water from the skies
which soothes otherwise.
A deluge I love and hate sometimes
despite its colour and rage divine.

JAJABOR

JAJABOR in bangla and YAYAVAR in Hindustani means a traveller with a soul. For all the jajabors I have known and admired , a few thoughts

JAJABOR
Write to me more about places you have seen
The customs and mystery of unknown beings
Of jungles and mountains, rivers gurgling bright
Snow and ice-maidens dancing by the firelight.
Why and what they fear and their faith in nature
Who do they trust most with their lives treasure?
Where is the clear stream quenching their thirst
How do they heal their war-wounds fast
Do they forgive all and love with abandon
Their enemies as friends in golden passion?

Jajabor,
Tell me the tale of desires unquenched
Which high priestess teaches them patience
Who gives them the potion to bear the pain
Of living a loveless life, yet forever giving?

SOUMANA
14 July 2005

FREEDOM

Sometimes I wonder beings
at all the groups of earthlings
we have---ethnic, religious, national
which is the strongest bond of them all?

why the boundaries of land
dividing , forbidding,
arent humans free to
fly, ride, swim to other shores
to work or make films?

why leave ones homeland to
kill in another abode
birds of devastated greens
laying eggs in a distant wood?

AFTER THE BOMBINGS

DNA OF A KILLER

God in your kingdom, the sights repel
Bodies on streets, fire in the house
Cops toiling, killers on the loose
Like the cat chasing the mouse
Why does man kill
First with his conniving mind
Then with bombs in sacks filled?
Who plants the germs of gore
Seeds in the passionate mind
Of churning and a griping soul
Who questions the right to exist
Of people living in harmony
Since centuries old?

His grotesque conscience repels
Does he deserve your pardon
The face of terror is a blot
To mankind
Will not our faith and yours
In humanity decline?
Once was he not like you and me
Kind and a soul with free will
Why then his genes played up yesterday
Ordering him to blood-spill?

Feed your DNA with humanity, folks
Lest one day it also kills…..

SHOMA
11 JULY 2005

WELCOME

Welcome to my blog, folks.
its a cheery day for sharing
the sunbeams of your mind
or the dark abyss left behind
for a friend and a guide
a teacher with views of all hues
you will not so easily find.

soumana