The frozen heart of mine
Slipped into hibernation for years.
In the chilling winter,
The sunrays you casted 
Awoken me from the deep sleep 
Celebrating the spring after the 
Agelong confinement of the cruel winter.
I felt resurrected, 
My heart melted , as the soul began to thaw.
Flowers of passion blossomed 
In the rejuvenated gardens of spring.
For us who existed eons ago
To get lost in the dimension of time and space
Eventually to unite in the convergence of ages.


©Rumpa Ray-Ghosh

A Perspective

Living many lives in a lifetime,
Growing up in life, walking on the roads
Marked by conservative correctness 
Being aware of realism.
Yet nurturing the path of idealism,
Juggling behind the shadows of 
What we are and 
What we ought to be.
Clinging to the present 
That is inherently transitory.
Unknowingly ignoring 
The inevitable future
Faith in the capacity to alter
The direction of fate.
Confronting death in its varied forms
Rediscovering a certain purpose to live.

©Rumpa Ray-Ghosh 

Gust of Hope 

Across the fields of happiness, 
It keeps on marching. 
Along the unpaved paths of sorrow 
It stumbles and stands again.
Under the foliage of uncertainty 
It often gets frozen.
Over the bright horizon of colours 
It soars high.
Amidst the forest of dark times
It gets lost at times.
On the sidewalks of life
It fosters in every soul.
A gust of hope it is,
Sweeps away the mist of despair every time.

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My eyes often burn 
Dry as the arid lake bed
Devoid of the dreams
Tears no more moisten my eyes 
With barren vision I live 

Ardently fostered castle of dreams,
Once built on a silver stretch of sand
Nurtured by the hands of hope
Wrecked by the blustery wind of time 
Disintegrates in a twinkling.
Swept away by the rolling billows 
Stolen by the wild ocean 
Immerses in the indefinite depth 
To get embedded in the ocean floor.
Nevertheless new castles of desire
Form over and over again 
On the desolate shore of mind.


©Rumpa Ray-Ghosh

Standing at your foot
My whispers touch you and rebound.
Every fold of rock leads to your story of endurance.
Your mines and tunnels hold
The mystery of your eternal existence.
Crevices dig deep into your skin
Revealing the wounds and struggles.
Your ridges stand undivided 
Singing a song of serenity.
The slender spring emanates from you 
Vanishing soon into the green shadow 
Of valley and the towering trees. 
Let your slopes remain unsullied 
That you seek to be untouched.

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I heard the thunder 
Of thoughts  striking the plain of 
Barren mind followed
By a spell of rain soaking 
The soul by the verses deep.

Harvest of Grief 

Wend your nomadic way westward, 
Away from the path 
Where my dead leaves fall.
I will reap the harvest of grief alone.

Leave me alongside 
The bank of pristine nothingness.
A chasm dwells in my trunk
Hollowness, never a friend unknown.

Wander faraway to a land uncharted, 
The gust of wind may not be mighty enough 
To carry the lament of my soul.
A seed of solitude under my shade is sown.

©Rumpa Ray-Ghosh

The Frosted Land

Fluffy flakes fall
Build a mass of layers.
The essence of the earthy path 
Shrouded  under the heap of frosted icicles.
The snow laden winter buries 
Umpteen stories underneath frosted layers.
Moments instantly freeze into 
Memories which lay frozen 
Inside the pallid land of snow.
Bare branches wrapped in 
The cloak of ivory, withstand 
The torment of the frigid wind,
Stand as witness to the phases
Through which nature passes.
Footprints of time leaves 
Impression on the frosty road.

© Rumpa Ray-Ghosh