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
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. ©Rumpa Ray-Ghosh
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
Castle of Dreams
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
A Note to the Mountain
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. ©Rumpa Ray-Ghosh
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
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
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
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.