Poems by Jyotirmaya Thakur

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Poems by Jyotirmaya Thakur

 

MY MUSE

You are a friend like the sun shine,
A reminder that we too can rise.
That we too can shine in our own light.
Your awakening with love is done,
When we win, you’ve won.

You are the meaningful silence,
Which has so much to say,
You scribe our poems with patience,
And guide us each day,
To bring out creative excellence.

You are a beautiful soul,
With pristine purity
Whoever walks by your light
Reaches the summit of creativity,
And finds lost paradise divinity.
Jyotirmaya Thakur@27/2/17

 

WINTER WALTZ

The memories of my Childhood
I recollect on the pages of my notebook.
In January when I was admitted
In the tall forest tower,
Surrounded by ramparts
Of solid rocks and foliage bower.
In a long corridor, shelf above shelf
Where I lose myself and my way
Where ambition begins and love ends,
In silence I hear and obey.
Like wanderer of scholastic search
Our winter waltz in pale moon gleams.
Climbing steps of knowledge lurch,
To conquer world of success it seems.
The library becomes our measure,
The dreamers turn lone seekers.
Movers and shakers,no leisure,
A martial regime with no pleasure.
Desolate, lonely, in cold bed lying,
Like orphans, hapless pages crying.

Jyotirmaya Thakur@27/2/17

 

BLUE

Blue eyed prince of blue blood fine,
Does he feel the blue inside?
A twinkle of fear in his blue eyes,
Of his gray kingdom lost,
And love of his moonlight.
Blue is the ocean, blue is the sky,
Blue thrush singing of hope divine.
Love in the heart or inked in the word,
Spread wonderful vibrations in the world.
Blue is the horizon where two friends meet.
Blue sapphire in engagement rings,
Of lovers who trust in love and don’t quit.
Unison of two worlds rejuvinate,
When the blue rains fall adrift.

Jyotirmaya Thakur@2017

 

ASHA

Asha-‘hope’ posts a letter everyday,
To her consort on the war front.
Letters from home are censored, xray,
Woes of his parents and children wanton,
She goes through the drudge of mundane,
Only the good and happy front line
Are hallmarks of her news letters,
Though wounded eyes festers.
Its a painting of art and craft,
Which will enlighten his draft.
Lonely and sad, as duty calls
Afraid to look back as bids farewell.
Both hearts shatter, but Asha falls
When warrior is out of sight, swell.
He faces terrors of enemies outside,
Asha overcomes fiery obstacles inside.
Old malady or hurdles future may lay,
Asha posts a letter everyday.

Jyotirmaya Thakur@2017

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