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
A thousand verses I write Colourful words echoed from the heart Innumerable melodies I croon Connect the souls that are held apart ©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
Enmeshed in the world of web, My essence is embedded deeply In the layers of cyberspace. Oblivious of the nature lying Beyond the network of synthetic reality Am stuck at crossroads of reality and virtuality. ©Rumpa Ray-Ghosh