MY PASSION

  LOVE  SONG Your face in between my palm. Your eyes ,my eyes Together converging and Creating  a world of love. Wind dashed, made your Silky hair to fly. Which  covered me From hate, deceit and selfish  world . Your soft and smooth cheek, Is like the world of love we framed. Chin speaks of rigidity, Of any obstacles faced, That we would fight together. Your face in between my palm, I find myself  a lucky one. Lips of ours  are  in harmony, And in rhythm . Ready for the love song , Again and again to continue. **********************     SANTANU NANDI PURKAYASTHA 

  IT IS A DREAM It is a dream, In bright sunlight. As if a shadow, In front of the eyes. With the blink of eyes The shadow cast away. But the mind smiles, Visualizing your real picture.   Radiant energy from me that radiated Created a theosophical castle Of love and for the love, Where you will reside And I will remain just your beside. The bliss of divinity, And   love the purest of all emotions that   showers . I dream of a castle, Studded with peace and harmony And truth and   only truth to reside.   By – Santanu Nandi Purkayastha             ******************

                  IF I…… If I , I and only I remains, Then how “ WE ” would develop. Wishes and desires Are like chase, More one runs, it remains further. Self development should, Aim in realisation. And not in robotic expression. For the materialistic satisfaction, If “ WE ”   is crushed, Then how “ I ” can stand Isolated , Deserted.   If I , I and only I remains, Then how “ WE ” would develop.   By   - Santanu Nandi Purkayastha *************************

  I AM A MAN I have immense strength, That can break mountain  and turn it into particles. I have immense will, Which can turn the river course  And even can make the ocean dry. But I want to remain silent, As lethargy has arrested me. Corruption has distracted me. I am not in my-self. I speak in a tone, And act in other. With a mask, I am a respected one. Without it poor self reflects. I am split personality, As I am a man. I am clever, I am cunning. I am opportunist. And can silent all existence threat, So I am superior life in planet. I can change wrong to right, And again right to wrong. As I am superior than other form. I AM A MAN , I AM A MAN. ************************  

  DREAM GIRL O , I thought of   a girl, With whom I shall fall in love . Heart to whom I shall give thee. With beauty and pleasure of the world, I would adorn the life of thee. Never would I, make her weep, And let her in allay and worries. I would be there, beside her To   embrace all the trouble and grief.   With face so innocent, Gentle and calm That’s no other than the   winner of my loving heart. Every morn with my rise, I will see her face to smile. And would keep her looking, Till with her beauty, I become rich enough. She would be worthy of praises , For her broad eyes and beautiful smile. Her Spanish lips, staring   which I would forget myself for a while. By – Santanu Nandi Purkayastha           ***************

        AUTUMN A lofty leafless tree Alive but seems a   timber upright Not a trace of leaf anywhere. Depicting the clear picture Of   autumn   around. Dry and isolated, As far as eyes stressed. Autumn is in its silence But recapitulating gone days, Just like us Standing alone in crowds. Those   crowds in home Filled during childhood days, But   now all strangers around. Detach and attach is part of life Most now detached, Counted are only, to be with life. But I foresee evergreen around. New will be embraced. Let’s cherish the gone days.   Lofty trees will again have leaves, Alive and green And beneath its canopy we will rest.   By  Santanu Nandi Purkayastha            ***************

      A  PROUD INDIAN I am a pure Indian. An Indian by birth, An Indian by blood. An Indian to die in its soil. My heart fills with pride , To find you as my mother. I am proud of my nation, Which had fostered   refugee of many nations. I am proud of my motherland, Which taught the world peace and nonviolence. Beauty of my motherland And its courageous children, Has developed a wish in my mind, Again, if I am to born, May this country be my motherland.   By – Santanu Nandi Purkayastha                   *******