Zen and Solitude (Magic and Alchemy)

 

You do not have to

embark on a pilgrimage

to attain self-realization

when the one you are

searching is sitting within you.

Make Zen, your lifestyle

solitude, your ally

faith, your armor

discipline, your mantra

scriptures, your catalyst;

Now embark on the 

magical journey within 

Keep going till 

you have the epiphany~

The Creator is in the Creation

The Creator is in you as

well as in every other Creation of his

You are one with the Universe

There is no you and I

All the rivers, no matter how different

merge with the same Ocean;

We all have come from the same Source

and will merge there at the end of time.

Purba Chakraborty

30.04.2021

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Your Breath on My Neck (Magic and Alchemy)

 

It's been long

Yet I still remember

your breath on my neck,

erupting constellation of

stars on my body;

your lips close to my ears

kissing my name

enveloped in 

whispers and sighs, 

making me feel I am 

your entire galaxy. 

Yes, it's been long

we are light years away

but a love like that

is like counting stars

on the sky every night

without ever getting tired. 

Purba Chakraborty

29.04.2021

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eXtraordinary fall and rise (Magic and Alchemy)

 

The garden wears the 

color and ornaments of spring

The sky- a burst of vibrant colors

Messages of ardor concealed

in the pattern of clouds;

The world looks like Arcadia

Everything becomes extraordinary

when there is an explosion of

rainbow within the beating heart;

Feelings that are stars 

form a grand constellation

We realize how deep we have 

fallen in the ocean of love

let the ego burn into ashes

and risen like a phoenix

in the sky of spirituality. 

Purba Chakraborty

28.04.2021

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Wings (Magic and Alchemy)

 

My father had gifted me

a pair of magical wings~

Wings Of courage 

and determination

when he saw me dreaming

with open eyes for the first time.

I fastened those wings

with the glue of faith

ready to take my first flight

like the Greek craftsman, 

Deaedalus and his son, Icarus. 

My father told me to fly away

from every thing that

chained me  

caged me 

pulled me down

made me doubt myself

stopped me from

reaching my dreams~

rules of society

judgmental relatives

comfort of the known

fear of the unknown

habit of the routine.

"Yes! Fly as high as possible

Do not fear to be Icarus" he said,

"Your wings are glued 

by faith, not wax

Sun cannot melt them 

Storms cannot touch them."

The poem is inspired from the Greek mythological story of Daedalus and Icarus. You can check it out here

The poem is dedicated to my wonderful father. It is his birthday today! Happy Birthday Papa. All that I am is because of you! I love you the most. 

Purba Chakraborty

27.04.2021

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Valley of Nostalgia (Magic and Alchemy)

 

I find my way back again

to the alluring valley of nostalgia

Lit by fireflies of memories

Keepsakes sprouting like daffodils

The petrichor, night-jasmine

and other familiar aromas

inviting me in;

I hear the voice of loved ones

favorite childhood songs and jingles 

combined to form a delectable melody.

The valley of nostalgia

A bewitching, magnificent place

Present fades away

Unreal becomes real

Realm of magic realism.

I lay down on the valley

taking in all the beauty 

until the sun shines brightly,

jolting me out of my reverie.

The valley of nostalgia

is a magical place to be

but I have dreams to fulfill

songs to sing

stories to write

years to live. 

Purba Chakraborty

26.04.2021

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Unspoken, Unsent, Unfinished (Magic and Alchemy)

 

If only we could hear

the unspoken words,

swallowed just before they

could escape the trembling lips...

If only we could read

the unsent messages and letters

languishing in the draft folder

or crumpled up in a dusty corner...

We could dot the i's 

Cross the 't's

Prevent many stories

from staying unfinished

Prevent many connections

from fading into oblivion.

Alas! The white pages 

have long turned yellow

Yet the ship could not

reach its shore.

Purba Chakraborty

24.04.2021

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The Trees and their Hymn ( Magic and Alchemy)

 

The trees and their hymn

teaches me the art of living;

How gracefully they 

shed their leaves in autumn

and wear new ones in spring;

Watching them, I learn

to cast off old beliefs, 

unlearn old habits

let go of toxic energy

and put on new ones~

clean energy

beliefs that uplift

habits that serve.

The trees and their hymn

teach me to sing songs 

of autumn and spring;

Revel in the gifts that

each season of life brings. 

Purba Chakraborty

23.04.2021

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Sisters by Soul (Magic and Alchemy)

 

They taught us all wrong

They told us we have to

compete against each other

all through life

as if when one is

achieving happiness, 

the plates of others 

are getting emptier, bit by bit.

If we were meant to be

competitors and foes, 

how are we all linked

with the thread of pain?

Every month, we go 

through the same agony

We bleed with a brave smile

carrying out our job and chores

We have all been victims 

of being called the second sex

whether we choose to call

ourselves feminists or not;

We have all faced harassment

in some form or the other.

My heart swells when it 

realizes the connection 

I share with every woman; 

Oh! It is deeper than the oceans

mightier than the mountains

more sacred than 

the Gita and Bible;

We are daughters of the 

divine Goddess 

Mother Earth

Mother Nature

We are sisters by soul

We are sisters across various lifetimes.

When we stand up for each other, 

we change the direction of winds;

When we support each other, 

we make the sun shine brighter;

Once we acknowledge we are

all sisters by soul, 

we will witness a 

sunshower of miracles. 

Purba Chakraborty

22.04.2021

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Raindrops on my skin (Magic and Alchemy)

 

You are like the mountain

I am like the sea

Miles between us, 

I await your presence

with every ounce of hope.

The tired grey clouds 

gather overhead;

They have travelled all

the way from you to me

carrying your message;

It soon starts raining

First drizzles, then showers

As the raindrops graze

my bare, weary skin, 

I can hear your 

vows of love

promises of eternity

kissing away all my tears

healing my pain and scars. 

Purba Chakraborty

21.04.2021

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Que Sera Sera (Magic and Alchemy)

 

The sky revels in the

whimsical movements

and impulsive patterns 

of the clouds ~

Cirrus, Cumulus, 

Nimbus, Stratus

without any complaint. 

The butterfly revels in the

playful dance from 

flower to flower;

The skylark revels in 

singing its chimerical songs

from sunrise to sunset.

Nature whispers from 

every corner - Que Sera Sera

Whatever will be, will be;

Then, why is the obsessive

longing for certainty?

Why allow the present moment

slip away like grains of sand?

Nature whispers from

every corner - Que Sera Sera

Life is in the now;

not in the illusions of the 

time to come.  

Purba Chakraborty

20.04.2021

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Palace of Dreams (Magic and Alchemy)

 

You have been building it

Brick by brick

Tile by tile

Room after room

even before you understood

the meaning of life. 

Every wish, desire, 

yearning, hope, prayer

stored into rooms

embellished with faith and love

The palace of dreams 

represent life in its full glory.

Today, you meet plenty of people

who sell you sugar-coated lies;

They brainwash you into 

being walking dead

They ridicule you for having

something sacred in your life;

Will you let them convince you

to abandon the palace of dreams

in exchange of acceptance?

Will you let them crush it

with the bulldozer of hollow logic

justifying the societal conventions?

Or will you fight for your

beautiful palace of dreams

till your last breath

so that you live every second 

with honesty, depth and mirth?

Purba Chakraborty

19.04.2021

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Ode to my Muse (Magic and Alchemy)

 

I have met you

through my poems

in several worlds;

Distant daydreams

yet so sublimely intimate

Countless conversations

yet not a single word exchanged;

How beautiful you are my muse!

You bring out the best in me

You transform me into a wizard

You beautify everything I write. 

I have felt your soft caress

when I doubted my ability

You lulled me to sleep

gifted me with visions

kissed me in my dreams

awakened me to a new world.

You are as dear to me

as the vast sky is to the bird

Our esoteric relationship gets

stronger with every word I write

How patient you are my muse!

You never abandon me 

it the difficult times

Instead, you hold me close. 

Purba Chakraborty

17.04.2021

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Numberless costumes yet the soul finds its mate! (Magic and Alchemy)

 

As we look into

each other's eyes, 

I get transported to

numberless places

where I have looked at you

with the same intensity

and you have captivated me

with your overflowing love.

Somewhere in space and time,

we have loved each other

in numberless costumes

I have danced to your music

I have captured you on my canvas

You have given words to my

incoherent thoughts

You have taught me pottery

We have created sculptures.

As we look into

each other's eyes, 

I learn the secret to this familiarity.

Numberless roles we have played

in this stage of life;

We have put on various costumes

I have taken the male costume at times

and at other times, the female costume

Yet the soul manages to find its companion 

We find our way back to each other

to love and be loved in numberless ways

despite the changing of the costumes.

P.S. This poem is inspired by a poem of Rabindranath Tagore in 'Gitanjali'

Purba Chakraborty

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