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

Song of an ardent lover

The ardent lover in his verse,
Drenched in the deluge of passion 
Brimming with a divine love
Urges his beloved to preserve
His essence eternally 
In her sublime soul.
His presence lightens up 
The palace of her heart
His melody enlivens her spirit
His love blooms as a fragile bud
Fostered in her deepest core.
 
A master of words, 
Tagore soulfully connects with every loving heart
Magically melts the candle 
Of ardour with the warmth
Of his enchanting melody and verses.


©Rumpa Ray-Ghosh


Inspired by the song " Bhalobeshe Shokhi" by legendary Rabindranath Tagore. 

Utopian Cliff 

Trekking up towards the utopian cliff
My spirit ignited with imagination
A hiking tempted by fantasy
Vision enveloped by the clouds of dream
Being reckless on the slopes of reality
I slid in the ascent
Losing grip on my thoughts
The peak obscure
Overshadowed with mist of illusion
I fell in the deep crevices of reality.

©Rumpa Ray-Ghosh