Pilgrims’ status
Exchanged eyes braid lovely bands,
I can’t but decorate our love with such beauty
Silently prompting heart’s core to spring erect
And everything around us becomes fresh and fine.
Love keeps me alive beyond that eternal fear,
I decorate myself with fresh births of mirth
Mingling each with fearless deaths I die everyday
And I renew myself with endless rebirth of spirits.
Still changes perturb fingers of Time softly,
I kiss on their tips to ease its hardness
Managing diplomatically facts and fancies
And our relations become smooth and friendly.
Chemistry of heart and mind works
I hold tightly our unconditional bonds
Whipping horses of our chariot to go ahead
And Time enriches us with its blissful fruits.
Let’s enjoy, fill moments with joy and dance,
I stand by and for our solemn sights
Challenging evil eyes of the darkest worlds
And love and peace will lead us eternally to Light.
Bipul Chandra Kalita
I’m to fight for the green hearts
Holding fast to heart’s green grains
Grey heads command iron hands
To cultivate fertile corners of deep sights
To accumulate what futurity needs for fights
So as to let crazy minds melt in timely changes.
Change is a rigid feature of sights
Sounds indicate styles of dances
Choreographed to cope with time,
I have to dive into its strongest waves
Challenging equally sighs and tricky smiles.
Who am I to define you? You can’t define me too.
Let’s move hand in hand; time is pushing us ahead.
Why should we pull its tail back in vain?
We know how we know our softest ways to hearts
While mind’s cranky processes make motions slow.
Pleased to be a cultivator with green sight,
Remaining stained with smelly mud
Regaining lost dreams to be dreamed again
Defeating expected and unexpected elements
That always annoy you and me in the vast field
And as a soldier I’m to fight for the green hearts.
Bipul Chandra Kalita
Heart is fragile but…
There is a small heart inside my strong
Body frame, apparently so tender and fragile;
It sheds tears looking at others’ sorrow,
And feels happy at watching others’ smile.
Red is the colour of energy and anger,
Yet red heart throbs in uniform beats;
It is cool like leaves pf green grasses,
But gets easily disturbed with a slight breeze.
Heartbreaks occur by lover’s nasty words,
It is also shattered at breaking of friendship;
Heart is broken by cheating and frauds,
Of near and dear ones bonded by kinship.
The heart is happy seeing nurturing of love,
It revels in experiencing peace all round;
The heart sings beautifully to see charitable acts,
People with good heart are rarely to be found.
Heart is fragile but it is also strong,
Like rock bottom, it provides strength in distress;
Just we need to pursue a righteous cause,
Heart verily assumes the role of trusted mistress!
Rakesh Chandra