Madness inside her

Linking this poem with Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Ocean(s)

That Particular Song

I find music very much related to nostalgia. I have experienced it several times. You are having a regular day, busy with your work. Suddenly, a song plays on the radio and that takes you back to a different time, in a different place in the blinking of eyes. For the next 5 minutes, you are not in this world. And when the song ends, you realize the tremendous emotional impact it just had on you. 

"Nostalgia is a seductive liar."~ George Ball

Linking this poem with Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Nostalgia

When I saw myself in a parallel world

Sitting in lotus position,

I close my eyes

Let myself drown and then float gently

On the soothing meditation music

I slowly travel to a distant land

Where harmony and beatitude exist.

I see a carpet of verdant grass

Yellow and pink blooms

Whimsical butterflies dancing around

I notice a girl; wind in her hair

Her laughter uninhibited

As she followed the butterflies,

Chasing them until she is tired.

Holding her belly, she then lies down

On the lush green meadow.

Glowing with contentment and gratitude,

She gives me a radiant, genuine smile

I open my eyes with a smile

As I softly realize I saw myself

In a parallel world,

Brimming with inner peace and happiness.

-Purba Chakraborty

04.01.2017

Linking this poem with Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Vision

When I saw the prompt 'vision', so many things came in my mind. I definitely want to be a very successful writer and fulfill all my dreams. I want to travel a lot and do social work. And there are so many other things that I aspire to achieve. But first of all, I would want to be a person made of inner peace and inner happiness who can spread peace and happiness all around her.

One of my resolutions for 2017 is to do yoga and meditation regularly. This poem is inspired from my visions during meditation and the picture is from my trip to a spiritual destination of West Bengal, Mayapur in 2016. When I was in Mayapur for 2 days, I experienced a lot of inner peace. So, I thought this picture would be apt for the poem. 

Waves, Rain and Wind chimes!

Music of sea waves

Can cease the chatter of mind

Ebb the anxiety;

Symphony that motivates

A soul weary of living.

Melody of rain

Can spray romance in a heart

Weave colorful dreams;

Nostalgic minutes

Bring back moments of  passion.

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Music of wind chimes

A euphoric harmony

Makes you laugh and dance;

You open your arms to life

With all your mind, heart and soul.

-Purba Chakraborty 

(14.12.2016)

Tanka is a classic form of Japanese poetry related to the haiku with five unrhymed lines of five, seven, five, seven, and seven syllables. (5, 7, 5, 7, 7)

Linking this poem with Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Music

Glory of Autumn

I watch the trees shedding leaves

As I silently shed my old self;

Reinvention is a necessity

From time to time.

I let go of my old beliefs

That're inhibiting my growth;

The glory of autumn enthralls me

The absolute magnificence in pain

Inspired, I mirror the season

Unafraid to let go.

-Purba Chakraborty

21.09.2016

Linking this poem with Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Equinox, Equator

Also spare a moment and read my candid and personal interview on Poets United: BLOG OF THE WEEK ~ AN UPDATE WITH PURBA CHAKRABORTY

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BEAUTIFUL : Blooms and Miracles

 Beautiful flowers gently caressing my soul

  Enchanting me with every passing minute;

    A sort of miracle occured as I gazed at them

    United with the Divine energy, I felt blessed

   The blooms vanquished every anxiety I had

Inspired me with their profound wisdom:

    Follow the pace and style of Mother Nature

      Unravel the varied mysteries of the Universe

      Let the divine beauty unfold in your life too.

-Purba Chakraborty

7.09.2016

Linking my new Acrostic Poem with Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Blooms (noun)

Your Blessings

The incandescent light within me

That fails to snuff out

My hopes and dreams

Even in the darkest of nights,

Assure me that you are there

In the form of your blessings.

The clues and premonitions

That help me solve the riddles of life,

Take me out of the tricky labyrinth

And enlighten me with a new dawn,

Assure me that you are there

Showing me the way.

The love and kindness in my heart

That prevails even after cruel betrayals

The scent of forgiveness 

Amid vengeance and bitterness

Assure me of your divine touch,

Purifying my heart from negativity.

I can find you in the first morning sun ray

Blessing me for the day

I can feel you in the first drop of rain

After a spell of scorching heat,

Soothing my pain like a night lullaby.

My soul is the abode of your blessings.

-Purba Chakraborty

(24.08.2016)

When I think of blessings, I remember my mother who continues to bless me and show me the path, despite not being with me physically. Tomorrow is Janmashtami which is the birthday of Lord Krishna. I am a devotee of Lord Krishna and I can always feel His blessings and teachings guiding me in life. I read the Bhagawad Gita, the holy book of Hindus whenever I feel lost. So, this poem on blessings is dedicated to my mother and God. 

Linking this poem with Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Blessings

Divine Song

Linking this poem to Poets United Midweek Motif ~ The Song of a Single Word. It is also written for #AugustFalls poetry challenge -Day 3 where the word prompt was unfiltered. 

Thread of acceptance

I saw them first in the park

On a beautiful spring morning;

A very good looking couple

That grabbed everyone's attention

The man looked extremely polished

Reserved and quiet

The woman was a wild bird

Laughing loudly, without any restraint

Fleeting here to there

Always up to some mischief.

I could often hear them

Bickering with each other

On silly, meaningless subjects

Till they were worn out

And headed towards home.

I observed them every Sunday

Month after month

As they bickered and debated;

I frantically searched for the glue

That held them together

Despite the silly fights.

It was after my chat

 With the lady one evening

I learnt that there was no glue.

It was the pious thread of acceptance

That kept them together

They loved to fight

As much as they loved to love

None wanted to change anything 

About each other.

-Purba Chakraborty

(27.07.2016)

Linking this poem with Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Acceptance

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Spring and Autumn

Life of a person

Often resembles the seasons;

Love colors your life in spring

You bloom in joy and delight

Your beloved adores the flowers...

....Then suddenly autumn visits

And the flowers depart with the leaves

Leaving behind the branches.

You slowly adapt to the change

Compromises are inevitable in life,

But what happens when

Your beloved cannot adapt or compromise?

You sigh...till spring returns

Only then you realize

May be, he loved only the flowers

There is no space for

The barren branches and the dull roots.

-Purba Chakraborty

(06.07.2016)

Linking this poem with Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Compromise

Defeating the tears

Tears clouding her vision

A lump in her throat

Refusing to go down;

The sting of a hundred needles

Piercing her heart,

A thorny rose crushed

In her delicate palm...

The helplessness of deception

The remorse of a wrong decision

The serpentine thoughts threatening

To strangulate her at once...

When she finally decided to stop

The self-torture and self-pity;

Wiping her tears fiercely,

She tried to smile

Recollecting fond childhood memories

Night outs with her best friends

And there she was...

Laughing her heart out

Defeating the tears;

Surrendering to pain is never an option

She had grown up

Singing in the chaos

And dancing with a broken foot.

-Purba Chakraborty

(22.06.2016)

Linking this poem to Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Resilience

Every time I fall down

Every time I fall down,

Every time I make a mistake,

Take a slightly wrong path

And my heart sobs secretly,

My father's calm countenance

Placates my weary soul.

I look at him

Tired, lost, tuckered out

He caresses my head

And narrates a story

About a girl

Who stood up with renewed equanimity

Every time she was hit down;

Who always learned from

Every misstep and experience,

Gaining medals of wisdom

In the casserole of her scars.

She is his favorite hero

A champion he boasts of.

My tears disappear

And I smile

As I recognize the girl and her stories;

The wind beneath my wings

The valor in my heart

My father is my soul-guide.

-Purba Chakraborty

(01.06.2016)

Linking this poem with Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Parents, Guardians, Significant Adults in the Lives of Children

Extraordinary Picnic

We all are little gypsies

Searching our long, lost home

On this vast, capacious planet;

The beautiful, ambrosial home

That we have left behind

In the last life

In the form of a place or a person.

Moments of perfection

Occur startlingly in life,

When we find our lost home

And our vibe attracts our tribe

Amid the green paddy fields

Or perhaps under the misty rainbows.

Then, a thousand bells tingle in our soul.

It is some extraordinary picnic,

Where the sounds of laughter

Erupt from the kernel of our existence,

Where the soul smiles and shines,

Pancakes taste like chocolate muffins;

Abundance of hilarity and jauntiness

Enlighten us to live.

-Purba Chakraborty

(25.05.2016)

Linking this poem with Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Picnic

Be my home!

Neither a riveting adventure,

Nor an electrifying escapade;

Neither colorful mocktails

Nor tantalizing refreshments.

Be the tender pleasure 

Of having water after a tiring day,

The soft snugness of my old cardigan,

The velvety breeze of my native town,

The familiar song of the monsoon.

Just be someone

I can call my home!

-Purba Chakraborty

(13.04.2016)

Linking this poem to Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Home

She was called Weird!

She was called weird

As it was difficult to figure her;

She was unfathomable and complicated

One day, gentle and sober

And the next day, dangerously wild.

"Weird and crazy",

They called her aloud

She lazily glanced at them

Without a frown or a word

Her mind was at some other place.

Sometimes, a social butterfly

At other times, a lost loner

Her friends could never guess her mood,

But she was always comfortable

In her unpredictability.

A perfect paradox

Fiercely possessive on some days

Nonchalant and detached on other days

A heart of gold, but she was called weird

As she was impossible to understand. 

-Purba Chakraborty

(9.03.2016)

Linking this poem with Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Weird

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The Red Gate

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I am the red gate of her house

She makes me feel important

Though I am nothing special;

Every evening,

She looks at my direction

From her balcony

With a coy smile

And impatience tickling her.

As she sees him,

A wide grin appears on her face

I keep looking at her, happily

Till she walks inside her room.

I am the red gate of her house

She makes me feel like a friend

Though I am an inanimate object;

Every evening,

She looks at my direction

From her balcony

There is no sign of him

For months now,

She sobs and wails every day

Confiding in me,

I desperately look forward

To his arrival just to see her smiling again.

-Purba Chakraborty

(11.02.2016)

Linking this poem with Poets United Midweek Motif ~ The Inanimate & The Non-Human

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Special Letter

Clouds visit mountain

With a rare, special letter

From his old pal, sea;

As mountain beams and writes back,

Clouds form drizzles to meet sea.

-Purba Chakraborty

20.01.2016

Tanka is a classic form of Japanese poetry related to the haiku with five unrhymed lines of five, seven, five, seven, and seven syllables. (5, 7, 5, 7, 7)

Linking this poem to Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Mountain

The Music Euphoria

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That feeling of euphoria

Planted by music

Oh! So divine.

That extraordinary music

Where rhythm weds melody

In the heart of the universe

Abundance of harmony

Lurks in its mellifluous lap;

Not only my feet,

But my soul sways

To the rhythm of the music

Not only my lips, 

But my spirit hums

The melody of the song.

That feeling of euphoria

Submerged in music

Oh! So joyous.

-Purba Chakraborty

06.01.2016

Linking this poem to the first Midweek Motif of the Year : Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Joy

Design your Life

Design the life,

The life you dream to live

Channel all your energies

In creating the masterpiece.

Let your life

Look like a beautiful artwork

Sound like an enchanting melody.

Yes, we can all do it

By blending the power

Of our Heart and Mind,

And not letting them 

Be at constant loggerheads.

Design your life, 

The life you dream to live
Adversities will spill ink
Mangle your design time and again

They'll cripple and discourage you. 
Rest for a while, if you must
Take a deep breath
And start afresh again

Don't quit till you've created the masterpiece.

Linking my new poem on Design with Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Design

As 2015 is about to end in 2 weeks, let's promise to make 2016 an amazing year of our lives by designing it in the best possible way.