Pleasures after my Death

Yesterday I was a little sad,

Sad because I had seen another death,

A death which prodded my thoughts,

Thanks maa and deuta for shielding me,

Against aching hurts and stumbles all.....

Without you my life wouldn’t be

Without your love I wouldn’t live at all....

Yesterday, once again I wished I worked harder

And trod the path smooth....

But now I am happy that I have made no mistakes

That can’t be erased,

I have hurt no one that can’t be forgiven....

I have loved so much

That there will be some tears too

When I die......

And, I believe, people I leave behind

Will miss me sometimes......

13.56 hrs, 

29.10.2011,

Amrita Sarkar.

Hope

Don’t be afraid

When darkness comes.

Don’t frustrate,

Or think what of life becomes.

Keep faith, since

Light shines near;

Soon the blinds will draw,

So, of darkness you needn’t fear.

                                           -          Amrita Sarkar.

                                            Written on- 13/12/04,

                                             Published on- 01/12/07,

                                             Feelings, The Assam Tribune.

Empty Laugh

I laughed in my empty palace,
As loud as I could.
Under the pretence of vain,
Noisily I made a hoot.
I laughed till the echoes returned,
On me they fell like the rain;
Slowly my mouth twisted
And trickled tears of pain.

- Amrita Sarkar. 


 Written on 03: 07: 2009
 Published on 12: 03:2011 and 30: 04: 2011,
 The Assam Tribune.

To My little Bro

Walk to the stars

And you’ll meet 

The brightness of success there ,

The celestial shower of happiness ;

And when you look down

You’ll always find me

Looking up at you

With tears of pride in eyes ,

Telling everyone ,

Oh! he’s my little brother ……

That’s my dream for you

And that’s my prayer .

-          Amrita Sarkar .

Written on – 03/9/2007,

Published on – 29/3/2008 ,

Feelings ,

The Assam Tribune .

My Gaurdian Angel

Sometimes, when sad I’m

And the world

To understand me fails;

Like an angel

You come,

And comfort me.

Sit beside me,

Bear me all the time.

I love the pleasant words you speak,

Not condemn my misgivings,

And still show the mistakes done;

And not hate me

For doing so!

I love the touch

Of your caressing hand,

I love to feel your fingers

Part my hair.

My angel……so dear to me,

Never abandon me,

Always be near.

-          Amrita Sarkar.

Written on- 23/3/06,

Published on-19/1/08,

Feelings,

The Assam Tribune.

Why Man ?

Why man ,

You fear to see the truth ?

To know the reality

Why fears your minds ?

To uncover the pains

Of a heart ,

Pricked so mercilessly ,

Why , now , you don’t dare ?

Why not question

That nasty mind ,

Which you want

To keep masked , always ?

Why you fear

To taste the fruits of labour done ?

Does its bitterness

Frighten you ?

Why man ,

You run away ,

After spitting on my face ?

Yeah ! you can run ,

And so shall I ,

With my hands

Hiding my dirt-clad face ;

And , till you don’t clean my face ,

I shall never show it again .

       Amrita Sarkar .

Written on – 06/09/2002 ,

Published on – 06/10/2002 ,

The Sentinel .

And Yet I Walk

It was one of those days today

When I wander lonely

In the midst of crowd .

The children playing

On the beach ,

Yeah, I saw !

And couples together –

So distant they seemed !

As if in some happy movie

All they were !

And I ……

As lonely as I were !

Only then ,

A soft breeze

Made my hair

Kiss my cheek

And, I almost felt

It was you ……

As if you ran your fingers
On my cheek ……

It made me smile

And close my eyes ;

And then wince in pain ……

Still, I kept moving

Towards some unknown goal ……

As for days

I’ve been …….

-          Amrita Sarkar .

Written on - 02/8/2007 ,

Published on – 14/6/2008 ,

Feelings ,

The Assam Tribune .

Once More

Once more,
Please touch me with love,
And lovingly
Play with my just done hair.
Ah! how I miss that soothing touch!
Once more,
Will you buck me up,
Not only to win,
But when I lose?
Once more love me,
Like no one did,
Be with me…..always…..
For I want to feel you
Always near…… 



- Amrita Sarkar.
 Written on 16: 02: 06
 Published in The Assam Tribune on 17: 02: 07

My Home , My Assam

The Brahmaputra

Slowly as this Russian rain

Come down , flying past ,

I remember my native land

And tears flow for beloved ones .

The weather today is sad again ,

And, along it saddens my mind .

Some moments gone , I want to live ;

So let the time once rewind .

But I know it won’t !

Aye, I so well do !

And so ,

Along with several unrealized dreams ,

I encage those wishes

The Volga

With quiet remorse ;

In some nook

Let them lie .

O’ Russia , far is my country, though .

When I envision

My Brahmaputra flow

From Volga may emanate

A warmth alike .

 -          Amrita Sarkar.

Written on – 08/4/2004 ,

Published on – 10/5/2008 ,

Feelings ,The Assam Tribune .

My Hamlet Small

 Ah ! I miss my hamlet small ,

The huts little and bamboos tall ,

The sweet ponds and clear streams ,

And the nectar filled to flowers’ brims .

In dreams ,

I still see my school and mates ,

We plucked mangoes and ripen’d dates .

The flocking flamingoes ,

The bleating goats ,

In my memory clearly float .

The sunny days and starry nights ,

Unique they’re in all my pride .

Ah ! how I miss my hamlet small !

The little huts and bamboos tall .

-          Amrita Sarkar. 

Written on – 06/06/2003 ,

Published on – 06/05/2006 ,

Feelings ,The Assam Tribune .

Unchained Memories

You’re like a dream,

That comes

Whenever to rest

I close my eyes.

Of bygone days,

The forgotten past,

Your memories……

Come pouring by.

It gives me immense pleasure,

Just to think of you,

And suddenly, then

The hustle breaks my spell.

The unmasked, unveiled Truth

Laughs at me…….

And I blankly stare.

I’ve nothing to say……

Nothing to hear…….

Only a body I’m now

A body…….so bare.

-          Amrita  Sarkar.

Written on -28/01/06.

Published on-15/7/06,

Feelings,

The Assam Tribune.

The Stains Of Vermilion

My bridal saree

Is a shroud white !

It reminds me

Of the fateful night ,

The fragrant room –

Bathed in dim light ;

But of nothing sweet ,

Rather my plight !

The cigarette burns on me

Hurtfully burns my pride .

I still remember ,

How, on the white sheets

My vermilion stains cried .

Yet ‘the wife’

Still awaits Spring’s return ;

But I so well know ,

That the dreary Autumn

Has just begun ……

- Amrita Sarkar.
 Written on 08: 01: 07
 Published in The Assam Tribune on 07: 04: 07

Widow’d

If I were a child ,

They would say ,

You became a star –

My guardian angel ;

Did you dear ?

Then it must have been you

Who haven’t let me die !

Do you still hover around ?

And see me cook your favourites ;

And , spoil the others

The moment I turn back ?

Or is it I can’t cook any more ?

Dear , won’t you ever come back ,

And , while leaving for work ,

Lovingly linger at the door ?

Won’t you come home to me , anymore ?

- Amrita Sarkar. 
  Written on 21: 01: 07
   Published in The Assam Tribune on 12: 05: 07

INCENSE STICKS

I wouldnt mind burning away

Like the incense does,

To give you---

a little fragrance,

a little peace,

a little sanctity...........

When I know

How devotedly you're lighting me.........

And when I'm assured

That when all but a pinch of ash,I am

You'll take my dust

And with no hesitation,

But a little pride

On your body,you will

So lovingly adorn me!

- Amrita Sarkar.
 Written on 02: 08: 08
 Published in The Assam Tribune on 13: 06: 08

The Sullied White

He plucked a flower white and pure ,
And breathed in her fragrance with his eyes closed ,
Kissed her ……
She blushed and her petals shook ……
Alas! The dream lasted till a thorn on her stalk
Pricked him ……
He cursed her
And threw her to the ground !
The white flower was sullied with mud and blood ,
Her petals, once wet with his love ,
Now drooped  in thirst ……
Her being stooped from shame ……
Now she's no more
Like she had been once …….
Now she's stale ,
She's fading ,
And soon, she'll die
On some mound
Uncared she'll lie ……! 



- Amrita Sarkar. 
Written on 15: 07:08
Published in The Assam Tribune on 09:05:09

Maa

Maa....
Today when it heavily rained,
And thunders aloud they roared;
I just wanted to run to you,
And clutch you tight,
As a child would do!
No! Its not this storm
That I fear from
and thither run!
Nor,from thunders I want to hide.
Its just that I feel so tired of life
That I want to feel the peace
which radiates from you....maa.
I know if it rains
Your hand can't protect my head from getting wet,
Ain't I too big for that...now?
Nor you can carry me
so that oblivious I remain
to this long sojourn!
But,sometimes,when I fail to stand;
My limbs tremble.....
and for myself,I can no longer fend:
will it be too feeble
to ask you to come and,by me stand?
Just to let me know you're near.....
and then,just give me your gorgeous smile
to bring life to me....yes! yet once again!!




- Amrita Sarkar.
 Written on 21: 06: 06
 Published in The Assam Tribune on 10: 07: 10

Small,Forgotten Joys

To where the rainbows end
We'll walk hand in hand,
And you show me the lovely colours of life,
After each torrent!
We'll make small puddles our friends,
And,jumping on them
Around we'll splash some joy;
Together we'll forage for some mirth,
In bright flowers,in bathed trees,
In sanctified breeze,
In un-flooded streets!




- Amrita Sarkar.
 Written on 26: 06: 08
 Published in The Assam Tribune on 07: 03: 09

One Moment - Me And You

One moment Let the clocks tick on; One moment but Countless and long! One moment Where regrets lie in distant yore, One moment In which I've wish no more. One moment Let me cling to you, One moment With nothing else to view; Whether the cobwebs spin around, Or the earth's shaken With an astounding sound. One moment, unperturbed By sweet smell or musty fume; Let me fill me With only your perfume. One moment, Let me hear the lub-dub Of your heart. One moment When I'm no more alert. One moment, Let the parting vermilion Grow brighter with love, And make Sky blush sanguine. One moment- of only me and you, One moment, I'm richer than the queen.......... (lub dub - medical term for " the beats of heart ") - Amrita Sarkar. Written on 12: 03: 07 Published in The Assam Tribune on 15: 05: 10

The Betrayal

He broke the news to her,
And she listened,aghast;
After a moment herself she gathered,
That had into thousand pieces scattered;
And feared if her emotions showed.
Her dry eyes again produced two drops
Which rested on her lashes long,
Her heart was smothered but she smiled....!
Then turned and walked away,
Her bosom heavy
But her head she held upright.....
May be he'll never care to know
How her heart,that day,died a thousand deaths,
And her hurt pride will never
Let her again speak!

- Amrita Sarkar.
Written on 10 :07 :08

Published in The Assam Tribune on 04 :07 :09

Commemoration

Two unremarkable figures,lone,
From two different worlds,unknown;
At the two ends of a long,lighted bridge,
Under the night sky....
There's nothing special about them.
And yet about them I talk!And why?
Because,when they are midway
And find each other
Their souls meet,
And a remarkable thing happens!
Its called love...
The air turns magical and they special!
And cherubs commemorate in the heaven above....

- Amrita Sarkar.

Written on 11 : 07 : 08

Published in The Assam Tribune on 07 : 02 : 09

IS SKY SAD?

Why do you weep,dear Sky?

In this wintry February weep ceaselessly why?

Don’t you see

To hear thunderclaps naked babies cry?

Hurt with wind-slaps their mothers can but only sigh!

Their tatter’d hut can’t shade them well;

Stop! Or else those mighty rivers swell.

I know,you’re angry;

I know you must be sad;

To see Earth weary and us dirt-clad.

I know how it aches to watch blood gush on her fertile soil,

And prospective joyous days, all end in turmoil.

For now on her dwells desperate foes.

Then, no more will she adorn white when it heavily snows.

I know,you do have every reason to frown,

When you watch beauteous monuments so hastily crumble down.

And soon,there won’t be left one single bower ;

Thus Man will show his pelf and power.

But, of course, he’ll build spears to pierce,

And weapons to strike another’s chest wide apart;

From Earth the last trail of peace will thus,quickly depart!

Don’t weep!

When black chimneys smoke or men hurl dun soot at you,

Or, CFC’s fly unto the blue curtains to bore therein nasty holes few.

Don’t weep!

When each of us will carry a knife;

For soon, without killing one won’t survive!

To see Earth transform

Oh! Please don’t cry!

Lest you will have a swollen eye!

To us other seasons then you’ll no more bring,

From eyes thine if only fountains spring!

- Amrita Sarkar.

A Fairy Tale

She was a fairy
But carved out of stone,
She stood tall on a pedestal, but lone!
Her wings were a beauty,
Like her, they were as white as snow,
And to touch just as dead and cold.
Came a magician once, that way,
Decided to instill life in her,
When her he embraced
Her being was born,
When her he kissed
Her heart lovelorn.......!

- Amrita Sarkar .

Written on 22 : 07 : 08

Published on 07 : 08 : 10 in The Assam Tribune

Maternity

When utmost rose the waiting pain, Her tired body, too, went unrestrained. Her eyes cried, her womb so bled, Yet, those tears made her seemingly pleased; Through glistening beads of salty sweat, Her twisted face soon made a lovely smile; And, in the blissful pain her femininity so longingly sighed ! - Amrita Sarkar. Written on 04 : 07 : 09 Published on 27 : 11 : 10 in The Assam Tribune

Thirstful Cloud

Heavy cloud am I , wandering
Upon the dark sad sky.......
Laden I am;
Still with thirst I wither!
Hoping to find some appreciation
When I fulfill you with my love......
And sweet intoxicating scent from you softly arise
To drift me away from the darkness, with tears,
And I will be lost, somewhere in you....
Ending my life with a bliss
I ne'er ,in my life, found....
Earth! desire me with all your heart...........


Amrita Sarkar.

Published in The Assam Tribune on 01 : 01 : 11