Facing

I look into a gleaming crystal mirror, and there I see an orphaned, trembling child instead of myself. He grins wickedly, he pukes, he laughs and laughs. He stumbles, ashamed of himself, as if he had been wounded in a million shapes, and mocks - most of the time holding up a crooked mirror to himself. 

I feel my Enkidu-cheeks curiously inward, and with my fine executioner's blade, like a miniature sword, I cut the thorny carpet of my stubble. For all I see is the wounded one within, and the unplated fallibility. - Like the eye of the true pearl in the valley of shells, it loosens, and from the void of the deeps it secretly emerges. In its throat like a snow-white marble on the tamed surface of the seas. Foolish wanderer? Perhaps! The meaning should be confessed responsibly, so that we may be equal in the curved mirror to the accelerating changes of our lives. 

Each man sinks back, like a treasure-scraper Into the whirlpool of Being ...

WISDOM AND UNDERSTANDING ESTABLISHED WORDS

Rise

This is your tomorrow

Walk the straight and narrow

Don’t cry, but rejoice

I set the standards

You have living to do

I will always be your Mentor Guide

It’s what my goodness will provide

People will make your mind feel week

Don’t relish listening to their defeat

Look up at the skies, and stand strong on your feet

The wonder comes from above

It’s everything to think of

Fulfill beyond your dreams

Illustrate like flowing streams

You will be directed if you are loss

The skies are the force that sets the course

Sustain is remain

Be inspired and encouraged throughout

This is daily as you are moving about

This is brought to you by Spiritual nourish

Be assured and established

HEAVENLY CONNECTION

Mold me into your expectations

Inspire me in representations

Give me the words in what and how to say

Carry me all the way

Let my tomorrows be enriched

Establish my goings in and out in moving efforts

Keep my mind always learning and understanding

Encourage me and help me to take away from fear

Be close and always near

Let me be humble and share

Give me an open mind

Thankful and kind

Help me truthful and genuine
Help me stand and win my battles

Even when I am uncertain while sitting in the saddle

Let every storm be my circumstance in don’t be alarmed

You are Heavenly and won’t harm

Keep me obedient

Let my words be radiant

Turn my emotions into tolerance

Let my encouragement to others have influence

Let me always be content

Thank you in advance in this prayer...

MOMENT OF TRUTH

Reflect

Understand

Value

Respect

Believer

Sustainer

Reactions

Responsibilities

Dedication

Facts

Faith

Conqueror

Commitment

Desire

Fulfillment

Testimony

God’s Foundation stones

PUZZLED

Confused

Challenged

Totally observed

Piece by Piece

Wonder

Precise

Competition

Control

Thinking

Understanding

Concentration

Determination

Preparation

Pieces to figure out

Sudden curve

Do you deserve?

Master authority

Destiny

Puzzle complete

Wisdom

SKULL'S BAY

In the skulls' caverns, in silent, untidy solitude, In future-weaving, mournful, wailing, alarmed voices nestle, Watching in witnessing, womb-like silence, the devil's spasms of the soul.
They are still mine, for they have found a home with me. In my ears long ago the conscious exile of exile hath nestled his lowly cries.

My nerves, like a thousand times unruly lightning-bulbs, are bonging, howling naked - the hangman's Time is breaking through my lived ruins of existence. They fly, from one track to the next with my blind lament, With motherless sobs my thoughts warn of the future! - From the corners of my eyes a prodigal dream-rain oozes, for there is no Dear One here on whom I can still bravely lean! 

In the pots of my chin-shattered mirrors The pine-woods of the deformed birch-fringed beret- Its rasping, wild voice like the dragging draw-string Whirrs like a whirring clatter. My shrunken, earthly life is shut up, My ri...

TO THE LIGHT-FAVOURITE DARLING

With petal-winged saintly hands, with sun-baked bronze Eve-skin, came the Angel of Destiny in a dress of light, in a glorious diamond moon-coat, swiftly towards me. 

What strange game did she tempt me to play? Her proud, fair soul was touched: she lay like a butterfly's wing of rainbows at my side. The earthly Universe could be ours now, Tangible in our souls she moved, As when the pearls of our happiness were clinging to golden resin, To bear witness of their immortality.

Could he have been the hope of all the present?! On her soft, proud hips, graceful as deer's, like serpents, the proud geometric curves of her proud hips, Wove like undulating waves; and in her broken circles her superstitious rope-dance and her swerves, Through which her rhythmically quivering, superstitious body, Like a million sunbeams of sunshine, fell the glow of her starry talismanic loins.

Beneath her bewitching figure, her love-starved girlish shy...

Song of life

Building the canopy with dry grass and leaf
Tied up their house,
Still in the house corner, with full of smiles
Enchantress is active.

Housewife living in the illusion of home
Hides her shy face,
Two companions in happiness and sorrow
In private.

Menting the old net with Ebenaceae juice
Fisherman rushing to the river,
Fisherwoman looks towards his way
Sings in a melodious tone.

Seen in new tidal waters
New song of life,
Standing on the mildly flown banks of the Jamuna
Fill their mind and soul.

(Dedicated to all those fisherman families
who lives on the river banks of the Greater Bengal.)

Endowment

Looking at the full moon, kerosene flame says,
On my forehead, draw a mark of royalty.

When you are covered, in the new moon
Yet I, with the light, go on lighting.

Hearing this the earthen lamp, guffawed
People loves more, in worship-prayer.

Moon smiled and said, "Listen, both of you."
You both are equally meritorious, there is no shame.

AS A CHILD-ADULT

When you get to ground zero,
 When you get to the point when you're at a zero
So, after thirty, he'll pick up his soul on the stray wall
 The cruel inventory: you may change but seldom! 
He striveth in his twofold solitude
 To arrange its fragments in the expanding Time. 
These thoughts have seared my flesh
 - So publicly abused by others, when 
I left myself with intent.

I was unworthy of this foolish earthly existence,
 for I could hardly find myself. 
In a world always inquiring and inquiring 
With my mind I was trampled to the ground, 
and often with tears and begging... 
With eyes of Golgotha within myself
 I cherished suicidal thoughts. 
Perhaps I should have given up for good
 this vile, pathetic towel. 
In my hesitant, Sisyphus-believing...