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  The day shines today
  The brighter beams spread and reign
  Dark yesterday fades
  As time extends its power
  Tomorrow remains unknown 

©Rumpa Ray-Ghosh 

The infinite waves
Brush the rocky pavements and
Crush into bubbles
Of hope that sweeps thousand grains of wounds and worries away.

©Rumpa Ray-Ghosh

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Don't be Silent !

She wakes up with a smile
Every morning with wounds and scars,
Carries on with the heaps of chores. 
A hope fosters in her heart, 
She urges to heal within and without.
Sadly yet silently she wonders 
If she really exists?
Does anyone ever care to know her story? 
Her struggle and her pain?
She hesitates to face the woman 
In the mirror who keeps on whispering 
"Don't accept, don't tolerate, be brave, don't be silent!"

©® Rumpa Ray-Ghosh 

Moments are born
They grow and die.
Eventually their remnants
Exist as black and white memories
Painted unevenly on the canvas of mind.
Memories coloured in gold
Carry on the shine.
Few fade out in the dullness of time. 

Let few golden memories
Light up the world of thine and mine.
Yet we move on towards 
The newness of world,
In the process of recreating memories 
As we depart from the times bygone.

©Rumpa Ray-Ghosh

The Mystical Creek

Droplets create illusion.
The green landscape hides
Behind the misty empire of clouds.
At times a whiff of whispering air,
Sometimes a raging wind barging  
Against the glass pane.
The calm mangrove
Exudes a sense of mystery. 
Shadow of the trees
Standing in a line 
Guarding the swelled up creek.
Ripples in the creek silently shape , 
Silently spread, only to
Fade away with secrets deep.

©Rumpa Ray-Ghosh

In the hope to strive for
The truth that was never born.

In the hope to walk
On a road that was never chosen.

In the hope to chase
A dream that never took shape.

In the hope to be wrapped in the 
Blanket of mirth that was never felt.

In the hope to linger in a castle
That was never built.

In the hope to be accompanied
By a hope that never existed.

©Rumpa Ray-Ghosh 

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.

©Rumpa Ray-Ghosh