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Lyric
I'm not a bad man to punishI'm not a bad man to finish,Let me tell the truth, I prove youListen me for a moment, I excuse youI'm not --------------------------------------------------------------------When I wrongly became the guilty of the massPeople treat me enemy with anger and hate,I bear the pain without any objectionI'm waiting long for the day of revolutionI'm not---------------------------------------------------------------------------It's really hard to digest the factLife is so terrible to make me culprit,It made me an iron man with gutAnd I 'm very proud in my secret heartI'm not --------------------------------
Lyric-2
Lover loves his lady beautyWithout any malice against virginity,Lover------------------------------------------------------------------Then the two heart united into oneAnd exchanging their grace with sweet tone;Seeing the wonderful dream in mindWhen longing for the desire fulfilment,Lover----------------------------------------------------------------------The romantic spring flows into the hot blo0dWhen the lyrical cuckoo express their wish;Rose blooms into full spread moodAnd the peacock dances with style,Lover----------------------------------------------------------------Both wants their golden deer urgentlyThe spirit of love binds the lovers perfectly,Lover--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Lyric-3
Can you hold your glib in distressCan you became motionless in fierceCan you hold -----------------------Can you became--------------------Pampering your eyes to the wide-horizonCumparing not with others for the decisionAwaken your mind to do the brave deedCreate the pitch to diminish the semblanceCan you hold------------------------------Can you became---------------------------Can't you be suppressed by the autocratCurbing them to do their vindictive moveWho wails, screams and squealsJust attacking them to scareCan you hold----------------------------Can you became------------------------You only pushing up the sagging to spiritAnd be the force that stood against the flowCan you hold------------------------------Can you became--------------------------
Lyric - 4
To be loved, love anybodyTo win the world, didn't hate anybodyTo be--------------------------------To win-------------------------------When human grows with unconditional loveNobody can divide the true human natureThe simple rules that eludes enemiesAnd the love makes the strong bond of friendshipsTo be---------------------------------------------To win--------------------------------------------You can't live with disillutionWhen the love fulfils the depressionCreates the discreet relation to each otherBy solving the problem with sweet tearTo be----------------------------------To win---------------------------------You can't fall into prey by the traps of largerAs your wit of love make you out of dangerTo be-------------------------------------To win------------------------------------Your flawless love that connects allTo walk on one route without any turmoilTo be------------------------------------To win-----------------------------------
Lyric - 5
Mind refreshes into the shadow of a silent forestBreezes spreads their wing to give the comfortMind-----------------------------------------Breezes---------------------------------------Seeing the natural beauty with amazing realityBy forgotten the terrible past in solemnityThere is no false, no malice, no misleading statementEnjoying the earth by sitting in distantMind-----------------------------------------------Breezes---------------------------------------------When the raunchy hill calls with his irristable attractionAnd humming sound looming large to bind in oblivionExperiencing the euphoria in a different wayThe blue heaven totally engulfs the mind right awayMind-----------------------------------------------Breezes---------------------------------------------Realizing the end is no-where to the rearTo enjoy the life with it's beautiful source of gearShuting the eyes in a recess of mid-day sleepAs jungle liife can never be daunt than civil lifeMind-----------------------------------------Breezes---------------------------------------
Short Story
Jagat Banerjee is a famous surgeon and socialist. He does the several life threatening surgery. In his personal life, he is unhappy with his wife and son. Jagat an ardent reader of voracious subjects. He is also a moralist and socialist. He has a tremendous passion for public’s welfare. He is not very possessive for money. His family dislikes it. Sometimes, his son revolts against him. His wife approves his son to do this. Jagat love his son and wife very much. Now, he became disappointed from their behaviour. But, he wanted to forget it always and devoted into his work. Mental depression overpowered him. So, he wanted to seek a woman soulmate other than his wife. Only in this case, he is not correct. At last, one spinster woman Rekha comes in his life. They meet frequently one another secretly. On the other hand, Jagat organizes the seminar on superstition especially on Kabiraji medicine and their harmful effect. He increases enemies day by day. Some dishonest Kabiraji protests him severely. He have got life threat also. His family’s disloyalty worried him. Rekha give him a suggestion to divorce his wife, otherwise she will reject him. Jagat is not interested to divorce his wife. He has an acute love and affection for his son. Also, he is thinking his social status and prestige. He know the reverse effect if he divorce his wife. Everybody will blame him. But, Jagat don’t tell Rerkha about his decision. He has a real love about Rekha too. Rekha knows it very well. She also loves Jagat and not wanted to hurt him. That because, she wanted to marry Jagat as soon as possible. But, Jagat’s perplexed mind hurts Rekha. Gradually loves faded away and come to an end. Rekha marries other person. Jagat’s life will became again miserable. His wife and son behaves rude after knowing his relation with Rekha. Defames bewilders Jagat. Jagat is a living God to his patients. It is only solace of his mind. Otherwise, everybody is against him. He wants to impress his family but failed. Jagat realizes that the evil powers are ruling over him. He became weak and frightened in his mind. He ended out protest against corruption and superstition. The oppositions started to grimaces and insult him. All of a sudden, one important surgical operation is failures by him. The patient dies immediately. The patient’s relative wants his death. Jagat feels tremendous grief and at last he suicides.
Marriage
Ashok imagines his beauty queen to marry but failed to find the same. Ashok is a classical singer as a profession. He comes to the force, after struggling so many years. But, Ashok knew that, he only done to make foot-hold of music industry. But, the music industry is quiet uncertain and palpable. So, Ashok became very ambitious to achieve it. He have visited England and US twice. Presently, he have changed his outlook towards his marriage. Ashok doesn't like the simple and ordinary girl to marry, proposed by his parents. He is became the high society brat now and maintains unsystamic lifestyle with night party. He bothered nothing like an agonist and try to make rapport with celebrities. But, Ashok is a true love-ache. His past three attempt for love-marriage is dwindled because of his unsincerity about his lover. Leela, Swati and Nupur - these three pretty woman has came into his way. They hsve all the element what Ashok dreamed. These three women were gifted with the artistic talent.
As a Poet
Poetry Collections
LOVE ACHE
A ray of affliction felt into hearts
Though light fades away and the dusk spreads,
To engulf my vision, the great dread
That can’t ever find my love.
Smilingly the girl of sweet lovely
That beats my senses, throbbing perfectly,
I know her by her walking style
Though the everyday observation of mine;
You glowing me, my darling!
But, how could I win upon?
While the sky is the mood of uncertain
And pale my wishes into meaning that lessen.
When my cherishes peeps you like a speck of light
And muses my mind under a shroud of wonder,
Suddenly, the sigh exists with the fulfillment
Then I am vacant into the cyclic pleasure;
Come on, the taintless love, the perpetual love
And smile upon only my love.
By
Amlan Basu
RAIN
Nature weeping by his droplets extremely
To assaulting it’s creation firmly,
To boundless of seasonal nourishing
When the crow sops with his crying;
And the sky in his immeasurable ecstasy
That makes us to forget the quirks by thinking lively,
To drench into our baked exterior
When the scattering scorch dissolves in pour;
Quenching the giant thirst, the thirsty lands
And doing their peak effect to yielding crops.
I’m not afraid, when it dribbles upon my orbit
That revives to me, blob to blob,
My sound can’t lie down, when sky roars with the violent
As because my senses accustomed to spread;
Though dampening; not be the unusual
Despise what I can bother like natural,
The faster I run, to resemble with day
The pleasure my sin, washed away.
Rambles over to over, place to place
With a few many sweet remembrance,
When falls into my circulation
My heart swelled with an emotion;
Sprayed on me, the rainbow-trout
Smashes my crust of heart,
When I find the delicious touch
Into the road fish, the stair you can’t know;
Later, my possible eye, which arrive to watch
The unconscious songs I know.
So transparent, when I took my palm
Replenishing my water to survive enough,
To rapture of joy, enthralls like a charm
Thrives to me: by it’s healing touch;
Amongst our way of woven love
The stain-free rain! Don’t be stop to move.
By
Amlan Basu
THE QUINTESSENCE ART
Love kisses me to its red reveal
And the bursting passion so mobile,
That breaks the law of dummy
With the hidden copulation of essentiality;
A warm-blooded hue, that glints
Under the body of embracement,
Devours me, the mental language
Burns with the bliss of moment;
And the abandon beauty, to open her coat
Jumping on its own surface,
An electric excitement, that connects
Like the signal of green focus.
Hallo, the butterfly, your wings
Naught be the unfounded bogus,
Ruefully, I am not with you
As you tell me the whole lie;
Into my terrene body, you drop
And slowly, my tough soaks
Formula, to mislead the success of love
When the mistake be not rubbish,
How would you touch me?
Wanna be the monarch of sensitivity.
Ah! The softness, the smuggled embracement
To warm the rust of my tactile heart,
The dead of my need when the call
Of sex wonders me to pleasure of celestial;
Unless it, I am not be the addle man
As my motor relieves my speed pain,
And stretches the wing, my romantic moon
Give me the oath of illusion.
The sybarite God told me the bare truth
Into my callow mind, then I am the mystic youth,
Like the incandescence light of glowing heat
Lodging my senses for lover’s naked sweet;
When my rules for lover’s naked sweet
When rules can’t abide with my stomach,
The living beauty of flesh and blood
Fulfils the eclipse of life good
You can free me, the quintessence art.
By
Amlan Basu
DAY
Day rolls on, rolls on to the formation
Through the perennial yore to modern,
The time of old elements, which I have forgotten
And I indulged more in the grey conclusion;
My tone can’t seek perfection
In the state of low determination,
As day moves beyond people’s range
Beneath the world, a veil of dark cloud
Passes with leap forth towards the road;
I can’t bleak it’s potential
The corrupted power rise as hurl,
Air blows with his burden song
Come, oh! The omnipotent monad
Unless you, who can refresh the knowledge.
Day rolls on rolls on to the destination
Into elderly old from child born,
Which look very solid that can’t bridge
I didn’t know the style of new borne tongue;
Lolls me, the unusual respite
Doom me, the decimal point
With the unlimited day enchant
Rests in the hands of good grit,
Day like the way of his own
Perhaps, it recovers its notion
In between class of privileged crown;
And the day of luster-less dejection
That upholds the flag of modern sophistication.
By
Amlan Basu
THE MIRROR
A glazy mirror,
Framed with a Belgium glass:
And a tool of optic vision
When portraits the enchanting sensation.
The bulky head of the protagonist
Clearly tuned by marred portrait;
And the un-useful society’s social
That’s hard to conceal in the mirror eye-hole.
A heavenly touch on my wistful face
I awake into my soul, I know the gist;
And measured the extent of the reverse height
Like mathematics that sinks into its feet.
Hurts my feeling again and again
By imitating behaviors as carbon copy;
In faith and truth, my hearts progress on
Like things bitterly become worthy.
The light, sharply focused to the far reach
Tells me the strange words of each;
It teaches me something unseen
That never matches with other lesson.
The real story of life comes true
In the mirror’s clear picture;
No money, no power can break you
You live a thousand times greater.
My holy teacher advised me well
“Don’t tell me about life, death or eternity;
I’ve been told enough. Tell me about
A mirror, you’ll have told me all”.
By
Amlan Basu
HIS MASTER’S VOICE
Expectation demolished in His earth’s hard rock
Mind fragmented into the highest point,
The desolation overpowered into every nook
Through all the bits of minute;
Modern soul spins resembling the earth
To search the pleasure of truth,
No wonder, worthy citizens forgets
The courtesy of obligation
And tryingly they beg his pardon.
A moment’s halt, a deep sigh of yearning
That can never be told with the mind of floundering,
Drowsing deeply into the tissues of unknown
Like the horrible tale of neuron;
The uncertain hours of wonder
And a sulky look under the tousled hair,
Just as the waning moon
The taste the bitterness of pain;
As if they have taken surukuku’s bite
They go to heavenly summit and finally dwindle down,
The poet has audited every thing with serene beauty
And there after he is enjoying
The beauty of terrible proximity;
To invite dominancy of serene beauty upon them
Life walks on its crooked biotic motion.
The air is not hums with insects
The complex of silence
Without any utterance;
A patch of shades that discolors
Their passion like mud’s molecule,
The flower flattens
With finishes its nectars
And every morning shows;
The poet’s students are born with in His tigress
And act really safeguarding His lambs.
By
Amlan Basu
SEAFOOD GOURMET
A plenty of fish in different shape
Stuffed, grilled, roasted and curried,
That savors scrumptious taste
Just the water comes in the hungry tongue;
Where platters of ravas, pomfret
Prepared with traditional spices,
The wonderful lobster curry
With the basket of fried prawns,
From tiny, crunchy to juicy jumbos
Attracts people to eat hurry;
There is delicious crab to enjoy a lot
Seafood biryani and shark keema,
Amidst of tuna and baby shark cutlet
That’s enough to fulfill your dream area.
By
Amlan Basu
THE SPORTSMANSHIP SPIRIT
Play game for the sack of spirit
It’s not the war to harm anybody,
Somebody wins, somebody losses in their day
And entertain people with nail-biting finish;
When arch-rival teams plays for the cup
The spectators enjoyed the game,
With supporting their preferred team
By applauding, whistling and clapping sound.
When the businessmen mends hefty money
By sponsoring the whole game like an event,
When the gambler bets a lot of money
Accepting gladly the win or loss;
People accepting the well-fought game
The temptation goes through the mass,
Savoring lively enriching experience
Keeping gleefully ahead, basking the frantic pace.
By
Amlan Basu
ARTIST
How can be a people’s artist?
Who are the ideals of evolution?
Endearing by their creative sensation
Work enthusiastically with genius wit;
Can get an awesome pleasure
To create master’s piece one after another,
When the coldish eyes gave a sparkle
Radically changing the traditional art;
No compromises in the under pressure
No energy loses in the haze of time,
While their ironical eyes squinting
And firmly repudiate the authority of anything.
Less of God-like figure, an artist
Follies like a human being,
Enjoying intimacy with more than one
Lone with own unrequited love;
Not uncritical to avoid
And blasphemy or raving is always,
To deny their mastery by the skeptics
The artist bothers, but silently passes over;
But spirit can’t be stymied in dole
Amidst of a few mid-night toil,
Grows with the sentimentality and creativity
When purely disinterested for money;
The artist is bound to reverable by the quality
People adorns his art and life,
That’s not to ignore like ordinary one
This reflects the modern society;
To make the people civilized by intrinsic thoughts
The true lover of art, not to imitate,
Purely solitude in mind, But productive by creation
With refinement of senses and greatest clarity;
Living with carelessly unsystematic
By the buoyant spirit of original ecstasy,
And forgets their murky episode in this way
While work in tandem with their optimum limit.
The artist, a resilient personality
With a moderately strong ego,
To make concerted effort in alone
And going with their natural flamboyancy;
Not any nuisance or tricky situation
Can detach them from their own streak,
Try to reach their void
Through the fastest way of renunciation;
And constantly dissatisfied with their undid
While immensely thinking and doing experiment,
Suddenly discover the reflection of radiance
And secretly laugh finally by creating the niche.
Artist born with the innate ability
To dedicate and sacrifice,
For creation in isolation
And fantasizing controllably in a definite shape;
To entertain people in every sphere of activity
Spending a lot of time to burn the calories,
There is no rule to win the battle
Only artist’s whim can do it perfectly;
By inadvertently woken up the sleeping tigers
The most difficult journey to survive,
With ignored the facts of mundane
That’s really impossible to comprehend.
The artist grows by the path of obstacles
By the repulsion of success and failure,
When the luck become the pivotal role
To recognized or appreciated as an artist;
Perils disturbs to malign them and their art
But they carry their risk to move ahead,
And try to become an accomplished one
The obsession grips in their mind and body,
Calm down their anger forcedly
Against the waggling tongues of rebel,
Only hungry enough to sparkle
To vandalized the dreaded nemesis.
The artist develops the process of creation
And efficiently puts life into imagination,
To mesmerize people by their art
It’s the rarest virtue to captivate;
How can you ignore an artist?
It’s night without the Moon,
It’s day without the Sun
The unforgettable artist, the immortal artist;
They are opposite to greed, trickery and hustling
But extremely sharp and critical to their forte,
For the search of true art, the staple diet
To pick up own frame of reference.
Artists defying the rule always
To make it artistic all the way,
There is no qualm, there is no false notion
For accepting the truth by devotion;
And rediscovering their silken touch
With an infinite joy and pleasure,
Drinking with ocean-glass of knowledge
With enough fire in their belly;
To establish the distinctive identity
As emblazing a smile in the broken heart,
The ideas whirring in the mind
For giving it a concrete shape.
Artist sharing with scare
When fear has always been the pivotal part,
To wellspring of their own creativity
As life is far away, where they wanted;
That’s a pity to turned out a disaster
The artist’s fine creation failed to impress,
With a few aborted attempts
Doing exploded with fury;
The stranded artist renews the insatiable energy
Then intuition works and solution arise,
The artist doing the work with consistency
It is just our innocence, to know their supremacy.
By
Amlan Basu
OBSEQUIES
The ritual going on for the funeral
For who left the beautiful earth oval,
And heart-beaten son is sitting crossed-legged on the floor
With wearing a piece of white cloth round the shoulder;
The priest is performing pujas by chanting mantras
By the little mounds of flowers,
And the sprinkling of holy waters
Towards the framed picture draped in the garlands;
The fruits, sweets and illuminated lamps
Elaborately kept into the ground,
Amidst the spiraling smoke of incense sticks
When the deep grief made the bay fumbled;
With eye closed, clasped hands tightly
Recollects the happy days spent with his dad,
It’s impossible to comprehend what happened
Where is he? Can you tell me?
The offering of well-wishers to the manes
When the family spent extravagantly for the obsequies,
Arranging the vegetarian lunch for the invitee
To partake of the feast given on the occasion;
Obviously not sharing the pleasantries but condolence
The ceremony to pay homage for the dead soul,
Through the act of praying for him
By the way the manes may enjoy blessed peace;
The ghost spirit will not come to harm
Or the shadow of the semblance not to create panic,
But the boy slept a sleepless night
By pondering about his beloved father;
That makes a black mark in his somber face
Doing refraining from his natural action,
And try to rekindle his flames
The spirit obliviously proceeds.
By
Amlan Basu
LIFE
To enjoy life as a beautiful dream
Which don’t yet experienced ever,
The pleasant joy and the painful tear
Creates the unique story to reckon your name;
Where is no boundary like a sky horizon?
Only to hurriedly in your limited life span,
Act as a brave heart to synchronize your dream
Be the king of your own kingdom;
No follies to defame you
But to eliminate the demons,
Filling the gaps between the man and superman
By the grit of your determination,
When able to safeguard you before life condemns
And love ostensibly to live a long.
Life starts in early morning
By the cock-sound of chicken,
With observing the nature green
Drinking a breath of fresh air by walking;
When the scorching heat of mid-summer
Making no way to leave from burning,
But suddenly the cloud comes with darkening
The rain falls with the magnificent drop of water;
To forget the murky episode of being hatred
Traversing into the way to retreat,
One day high winds comes with a bang
And its perfect storm swallowed,
Sitting in a room with sexual fantasies in the mind
That’s really the wonderful way to move.
By
Amlan Basu
THE INTERNET
The internet, the computerized invention
Engaged the world by frantic revolution,
Unbelievably opens the door within a moment
By sending an e-mail to anywhere;
Like reality matches with romance
While spin took over into destiny
Completely bowled over by it’s priceless quality
Magically surpasses the predecessor of all strategy.
The internet, wonderfully fittest
For the rapidly changing of time,
People gracefully escaped into surfing the net
And make it their staple diet;
The source to dig out relevant information
While paving way for the unlikely win,
To cherish the mind with hundred one percent satisfaction
While stoop the high spirit in the mind frame.
The internet, entertains so cleverly
To the youth generation in despair,
And spins it’s magic with an astounding ability
Truly never wasted, nor repressed the endeavor;
That rediscovering their touch of nifty
Despite a few aborted attempt,
Proclaimed the unearthed hidden skill of tact
And normal life moves without any disrupt.
By
Amlan Basu
TO BE
I see the romance in my sensation
Besides the illuminating moonlight in the dark,
Shadow under the banyan tree in scorching heat
The divesting storm in the desert;
The freezing snow fall, in the mountain peak
Walking freely into the planet Venus,
Living under the sea with millions of fishes
Playing rain dance with the fiancée;
Flying in the air like a bird of unknown
Burn the body by the flame of fire.
I see me to be a movie star
By mesmerizing the audience by acting,
My imagination is doing day by day writing
And creating the great novels one after another;
My kick in football makes the final goal of winning
My score with bat makes the winning run to fulfill,
I am satisfied as a savior to all the peril
To demolish the enemies, being as a mighty;
Glory basks me and I am proud of victory
I am ready for the coronation of a new czar.
I am stream rolling a all the opposition ruthlessly
I know the irrefutable law of universe,
I am in the mood of joie de vivre
Amongst flirting with my lover;
I am happy with my depth of intensity
I’ve an unlimited choice to develop my popularity,
I never miss an opportunity to smooch endlessly
I can refute all allegations labeled against me;
I have the pride and self-esteem in volume
To enthrall the classes and masses by perform.
By
Amlan Basu
DISBALANCED MUMBAI
Nature misbalances Mumbai by it’s furious down pour
The ominous effects shambles the city totally
People wading through waist deep mucky water
The day becomes night as stand-still wholly;
And disrupted the normal life totally
The helpless passengers stranded in a bewildered mood,
Seeing and believing the submerged city
While fizzling out all the connection
Traffic jammed, mobiles unreachable and trains stopped
The suburbs plunged into darkness by power cut
The rain record tumbles with a high alert
That nothing can be compared like a real deluge.
Commuters squatted on platforms
And finishes of eating stocks,
Uprooted trees and collapsed walls
Spreads the rumor and chaos;
Amidst of rapid increase of death
And the media flashes desperately to cater news,
The alert instruction for the scared generation
That surely paralyzed the link to long distance;
A grinding halt in Mumbai tone
The children frolicking in the rain,
Shutting down the air, road and train
People floundered with bated breath.
The indomitable spirit of Mumbai atmosphere
People enjoys with the joy and sorrow,
But what’s a pity it turns out a disaster
When the torment rain gives his fatal blow;
To the earth exterior, hands of the predator
And the devastating collapse of public property
That’s hard to boil, that’s terrible truth to all,
The nature beats the science by tyrannically
There is no logic, no experiment, but not the rule;
As a rain overpowered the whole
Is it the blessing of the autonomous nature?
That everybody knows the better.
By
Amlan Basu
THE PAINTING OF A LANDSCAPE
How nice the landscape
The reality in painting,
When the inherent beauty of nature
Keeps the every moment under changing;
And the artist’s imagination and exploration
Discovers the strange creation
With strikingly original form and figures
Creates the balance too and light and shade.
Through the superlative color and mood
And fragments wanted to explain,
The full of hidden allusion
That juxtaposed the landscape superbly;
With dual significance of real and abstract art
There is no way to change the mind,
That’s not very easy to find;
The nature reflected with painter’s intervention.
I have submerged deeply into the landscape
Suddenly the fresh air makes me gladiate,
And struck my refreshing heart
I walked so long in the verdant plaint;
Besides the black orchard near the river
When the hutments alternates the scene,
With the bird’s chirping song
And the sweet scent of the flower.
The mind became supple
Amidst of flittering feet of mine,
Like the celestial beauty in a sparse
I have forgotten my identity;
Through devouring the limping land
And conceded myself into the nature;
While eliminates the void by the raptures of delight
I found it is the painting of a landscape.
By
Amlan Basu
THE GLAMOUR
Human’s tendency towards the glamorous world
Makes the big wave into the every mood,
Like uncorked the bottle to quench the thirst
Recreating the image, beautifully any shape.
Only to become glamorous in any way
Like ashes, they looses their originality,
And to eke out the victory finally
And smartly doing possible the world easily.
That continuously showing the glitzy move
While brews the winning smell,
By mingled in ecstasy and smile
oozes the oodles of oomph.
An illusion to disguises the people magically
With the charm of alluring beauty,
To make someone to spellbound
When glamour spread over the world
Be fine fettle by the unbridled smile
After all the presentation wins upon all,
Distorting cleverly the perception of truth
You can’t find what’s real and what’s not.
By
Amlan Basu
THE RAPIST
Man’s mystic libido is searching to fulfill it’s desire
In the every corner of the world,
Through rapists wicked nature
And the crime speeded like hollow sound;
The law is slackened to tracing the culprit
When the uncivilized are growing abruptly,
To do their constant process of forceful sex
And brutally murdered the raped woman;
With trying to emulate their witness
But the rapist is escaped unhurt.
When the final day will come against rapist?
Then the blow will struck by the world of humanist,
To protect the generation of feminine
Before the goons molested them by sexual assault;
We swear thousand times to demolish the demon
Who are violating the primal secret of sex,
To eradicate the lie and false of coax
From the human’s romancing sensation;
Stand up for the justice and fair play
And fight for the rotten system.
To break the glittering teeth of the sinister effect
With stomping out in a huff, where the rapist romps,
And blew your conches with unbridled joy
For diminishing the rapist, who silently stalks their prey;
When confronted by the insurmountable odds
In the way to waken up your sleeping tiger,
And attack who swayed by the lust of sex
Give him the right treatment;
The rapist moves every corner
To deplete their energies in seductive way,
Make a grinding halt to their temptation
Protecting the millions and diminishing discrimination.
By
Amlan Basu
THE MISTAKEN IDENTITY
The hidden gender of different culture
Who known as eunuch to ridicule,
Always relegated by the people or society
That’s the real trauma of their identity;
Begging unwillingly without any choice
Became prostitute to live their life,
There is no fear of harassment in their nature
Only to cry deeply in the inner mind;
Nobody forwarding to pay attention to their despair
That’s the story of the mistaken wanderer.
An obscure sexual minority
Who the victim of interpretation,
Brooding all the time for the sake of sympathy
While drifting away by fragmentally;
Amidst of inconsistent and roughly loud voice
By hitting the hard rocks really,
How pity their unfortunate life
Why God created them in a different shape
To became the burden of the earth.
While the people miss to recognize their smile.
I wanted to know the stormy life of eunuch
Who moves with pride and looked stolid,
I know only your footstep, your positive side
That’s why I can’t hurt your mind;
They don’t ashamed without being pretended
And don’t like to become ignored;
To fulfill their desire to extend
So, the eunuchs! Don’t think to became finished,
Of course, you will be justified
And the world will give you the status of woman.
By
Amlan Basu
THE COMEDIAN
The comedian exists to their extent
With the virtue of entertain the human,
Brings the bagful of tricks
And the wackiest art of an artist;
The mirthful whoops of a humorist
Or the hilarious variety of the comedy,
Amuses the million minds cleverly
Make the primal laugh in human face.
How would you ignore the clown?
Who jokes with the sense of perfect timing?
And the satire, the irony to remember
That’s truly reflects the dark side of the life;
When the comedian’s weighty presence
Enthralls the audience with happy ending,
When the prankster play pranks to frolic
Make fulfill the hungry by the dish of fun.
Is not what it without the comedies?
The people relieved faster than ever before,
As forget their sorrow by moment
That pierced in every cockle of heart;
And they relieved being healthy smile
A smooth blend of comedy with the witty lie;
Fools the people, but insists to take part in the course
That way comedian performs well to unite all.
By
Amlan Basu
THE SUPERFICIAL
When the people purposely, projects their superficial personality
Instead of their actual identity,
Then the plastic persona steps ahead
With the artificial face
And the world accepts themselves by their pretentious self.
The mask, which people wear for betterment
That became the essential part of their life,
When they wanted to hide their nefarious act
Appear as damn good to public.
The sketchy people rise rapidly
With their ostensible life style,
And misleads everybody
Intelligent planned tongue of wonderful.
The superficial people, the willow
Smoothly sailing into the wave of life,
Seems as heavy-weight with the tough exterior
And un-flinch evades all the controversy.
The attacks drastically faltered against them
The superfluous people finish the attacker,
By using their autocratic power
And idea especially mooted for their.
Accustomed to see the untrue picture we are
Of what happened actually the world,
The indistinct finish by the superficial people
Only prefers shallow mentality knowledge of bureaucrat.
By
Amlan Basu
THE FRIENDLY PIGEON
The pigeon, our nocturnal friend
Occupied the obscured cave,
And ancient habitat tells us
To become resilient by nature;
When they adapted to the present condition
In our treeless cities with un-flown,
While nowhere to sit and roost
That’s the real problem to survive our friend.
The pigeon moves towards house to house
To perching anywhere to find a ledge,
When seeing by mounting the way of ingenious
And create mystery in their steps in shadow;
While runs along the walls in narrow
Can easily read the human mind,
And struck up an warmly relationship
To make a long-lasting friendship;
The pigeon, the messenger of peace
The true philosophy to stop the battle and arrogance,
When we’re fighting with other full-blown
Defying everything but inviting the flimsy reason.
By
Amlan Basu
THE UNSAFE HAVEN
In the dense of every forest
Animals are not breeding in the safe haven,
And abolishes the endangered spices with desperate effect
Faces the peril of poachers and slaughters to vilification;
The survival were really under threat
When carnivores and herbivores fastest.
The animals are teetering on the brink of extinction
As the worst killing spree for the meat,
The illegal world-life trades are going abruptly
And totally through the way of unethically;
The law wouldn’t able to prevent the attack
Therefore is no end for elimination.
The survival of animal is in danger
The crows are not roaming in your vicinity,
What happened to the jackals, heard no more?
Why the frogs croak during the monsoon?
The horrific brush of white tiger
And the capturing of wolves brutally;
The abandoned tiger cubs or the elephant for ivory
Rhinos are targeted for the horns in lone.
How can the animals rescued from the abusive situations?
Only we can eradicate the problem,
By habituating with world-life conservations
Make the safe haven with extreme.
By
Amlan Basu
THE FISH
Swimming through the water of existence
And moving freely to the state of mind,
Nature’s beautiful creation of fish parade
Amidst of their silent and mysteries revealence;
The real symbol of life and fertility
That reproduces with the power of extra-ordinary ability,
And the vertebrate cold-blooded quicker
Mainly survive for the earth order.
The fisherman’s journey to catch
The variety of eatable fishes,
Like shrimp, salmon, hilsa and carp
Or the many others and others;
That’s really the healthy food to romanticize
To promote breeding fish to the generation,
And the roe to expand with mass
That’s magically indispensable for the nation.
Fish charms us in the aquarium
With the variety of lively playful color,
Seems everywhere in the sea or river
Pond or lake otherwise fried with our plate;
To make a grand hobby to catch fish
By angling or drawing a net,
Why the innocent fish is born to die
That gently travels into own realm.
The fish, plays into the tide and flow gladly
And lively to its endless journey,
Rhythmically dancing with under water current
Watching the enter world under the sea;
By drinking and drinking enough with spree
How does fish got this spirit?
That haunts me all the time
I wanted to go with you, if you don’t mind.
By
Amlan Basu
THE GARBAGE
People throw me into the dustbin
And gradually I piles up like a pyramid,
With discardedly remains in the public place
When everybody avoids me for bad smell;
But I’m not anxious for the act
Because I’m capable to endure anything,
The crows, even vulture stands on my body
When dog barks and fight with others;
To squeeze out bits of some eatable food
And take recess for the silent sleep.
The garbage, the house of little creeper
And the deities of unpleasant necessities,
Of papers, foods and immutable bits and scraps
Flits of steel and shivers of bottles and tumbler;
With the nuisance of flies
Like the incinerations of sin and malice,
I’m also the diminution of wear and tear
And the various meats left in lurch.
I’m sagely departed into the open air
Through day by day, season by season,
Summer heats me with scorching fire
Rain pours me with incessant water;
Winter fells the chilly snow in my body
Wind flies me into the different places stormily,
But I’ve the gut to bear the pain
All are my friend, so I’ve no complain.
I’m glorified, when the truck comes for garbage
Crawl into me to put in,
I’ve the mood to diminish
And clear away always from the public place;
People litters upon me badly
But I washed away by the rain,
I don’t think I’m in a precarious situation
It’s the enriching experience I accept gladly;
As this only can prevent the world dirty free
Finally, I can only make the world disease free.
By
Amlan Basu
THE GHOST
The ghost is nothing but the soul of a deceased person
Like a faint shadowy semblance,
And just the idea of an unsubstantial image
That falsely scared us in the night;
Through the mental representation of haunting experience
When the fear of destruction troubles,
An inhabitant of the unseen world
To appear to the living in bodily likeness;
As the unsettled spirits without descendants
By creating tension with the vengeful presence,
And their incoherent echoes truly like air
It’s strangely un-visible in the light.
The ghost fabled differently in our society
In stories, in movies, in dramas and films,
It is considered as an evil of extreme
Basically the old discarded mansion
With the nature of lonely;
When people stayed in the night
Haunts by the eerie atmosphere,
The doors are creaking, the bats are flying
Or the skeleton does their wacko numbers;
Horse-drawn carriages driving everyone from the distraught
The spine-chilling spook, the spiders,
Ghoulish crystal ball and the fog in the hill
And sound of a string of bells worn at the ankle.
When come up with the weird idea of ghost to exorcise
To invoke someone by searching phantom,
When the psychic mind imagined something bizarre event
Some spirit loitering around the mansion;
No logic but pure belief in supernatural theories
The people weren’t getting a single line right.
As because every time they felt
If someone pushing them around
To ward off the evil from the human land;
The ghost, the ominous element truly overshadowed the world
Like the mysterious evil,
Who exist always with wrong purpose?
That’s especially borne from the human fear and conscience
And rule the globe through fairy tale of experience.
By
Amlan Basu
FRIENDSHIP
The best quality to make an intimate relationship
The friendship, the bond of trust,
That fulfills the one-another’s need
As because everyone have the reason;
To sympathies with helping hands
While the friend can’t be alone,
Anybody comes always in his way
By entertaining and make the friend busy.
There is no unrequited friendship
Everybody wants association,
Nobody can live alone without any need
And soul mate is always indeed;
They can help you out in distress
Rejoices with you in success,
Without any personal gain
The friendship wins always against the sin.
There is some out law
When foe wears the mask of friend,
And feigning love to fleece his friend
To harass to selfishly;
Take advantage your simplicity
Breach your absolute trust,
Deprive you by anyway
And make you nothing but learn to cope.
The friendship is the quiet different of all
When you confused, you seek your friend for advice,
Sometimes you must comprehend the miracle behavior of your pal
There is no logic, no matching in true friendship;
An ordinary settles with an extra-ordinary
Male prefers female by the reverse law of attraction,
Only to share the joy and sorrow in lone
It’s not only the love but the true suavity.
Friendship thrives when the love
Emerges through the fabled talk
When anxiety comes without any reason,
Then only friend can solve your problem
Good friend can help you out;
Bad friend can spoil you without any heart
But the friendship exists vastly with the speed,
To escape silently with friend to enjoy the world
Then nobody knows their movement.
If you wanted to be a good friend
You can’t hurt the feeling of others,
You will plead, when you’re in a mistake
Because nobody can ignore the real-life fact;
Forging new friendship with the distinctive people
But when a person sparked off a flurry of phone calls,
And engaged with a lot of activity, fun and frolics
That’s really the innate sense of joie de vivre.
The friend is whom you can confide in
And share all your like and dislikes in fine,
The familiarity makes the intimacy
As because friendship grows automatically;
No argument, no criticism, but forgiveness and partiality
That makes easier to deepen the friendship actually,
We all need friends in every sphere of activity
So, you are more than a friend perfectly.
By
Amlan Basu
THE ELDERLY PEOPLE
Are you know the trauma of elderly people
When they are devalued and neglected by the society,
As they have no support
By family and become isolated socially
And abuses always by others, dependents or spouses;
Can lead to stress on relationship
That hard to believe and live at home,
Without dignity and purpose
That saddens the lack of respect towards them;.
The elderly people are very sensitive
And tell, “I don’t want to admit that I am old,
I’m active as I did in my past, I can’t be ignored”
When fragmenting their mind
Purely accept the dread to growing old.
Taking care of old and frail parents
Give proper care to the dependent upon another,
The aged poor are exists merely and mostly
Without proper food, shelter or medical care;
Verbally abused constantly
By the children and grand children
Between loneliness and boredom,
We are not realizing how lonely they are?
They seek love, affection and company, not the luxury
To provide warmth and comfort
And care with attention;
Don’t make them the victim of loneliness
While their health just downs to feeling of helplessness.
Our value system has changed
That left the elders behind,
When the property transfer practice
Frees the elder of the burden of the property;
The jet aged people not understand properly
Even ejecting them from the home,
While the mother has been allowed
And stay at home as a glorified maid;
The real misfortune to the old
Through the grief and anguish,
When screaming and moaning to take notice
To expecting some help from their children.
Tomorrow we will grow old
We have to shock ourselves with the reality,
That our children might put us in the homes of old-aged
Take care of your parents or the law will take care of you;
That’s mandatory to provide for the old, when in urgency
The maintenance and protection of your dependents elderly,
Make you really do the good deed with responsibility
Because, you know everybody have to die for heaven;
Our lives are only for the short span to enjoy
So, why you turn aside your eye from your origin?
Help them, fulfill their desires what they did for you
If it not, it became clearly illegal by anyhow.
By
Amlan Basu
THE GUN
A weapon which throws to a distance
Consisting of a barrel closed at one end,
That fires with an explosive of gun powder
And kills the lives of anyone, which shoots by someone;
Through the significance of bloody battle
The gun, the firearm violently blasts in the wind,
When it purposely triggered against opponent
Saves many lives, more than they take;
Can be used in self-defense to protect a person’s life
Or it can be used in a homicide by somebody,
With malicious intent to kill ruthlessly
It can be used for the good and bad.
A sharp pointy stick, people to make himself feel better
Created, directed and commanded by the laws of protector,
And ever for the support of the law and order
Killing to be an inherently immoral action;
It should never heart anyone with a false notion
You’re justified to take a gun when it protect yourself,
Otherwise guns were not for everybody to use
What is to deter him from attacking victim?
Does it justify taking away from anybody
The fallacy is totally wrong logically,
Because no body is safe in the world
So, any good person can apply for the gun license.
To shoot a gun to focus on a target
And enjoying shooting on the range,
The great power comes with great responsibility
The essential to preservation of democracy;
Preventing them from misusing its power
And to organize the stern laws to make sure,
Government should use guns and have the right to restrict
The pursuit of happiness, we owe it to good;
A tool designed to kill rather effectively
It’s just better for all of us, statistically,
God-fearing people were everywhere in the world
Amidst of limit these damn things into the public.
God-fearing people were everywhere
Limit these damn things as much as possible,
The knowledgeable people who know such basics
As marksmanship, safety and maintenance;
But the gun haven’t such easy access
For the emotional and disturbed people,
Do you know how frightening they are?
Is really they are helpless than we are;
Picked up a gun and shot someone
And committed a crime by a moment,
When guns falling into the hands of criminal
You can perhaps stop them
With the gun doing any more harm.
The gun, just better for everybody
The safer you’ll be from villainy,
But never use a gun with malicious intention
Because felon have gun can attack, when you without gun;
When the gun accomplish its intention
Amidst of massacre, tragedy and grief,
Then the people of the earth
Disbelief the gun without relief
When the fatal gun in the wrong hand;
By performing the terrorist action without mind
Only gun can save you in the right hand,
And proclaimed its winning command
Anyway the police will protect people by their strong hold.
Would you love to victimize without any gun?
Don’t be a victim by helplessly to do nothing,
And see the world as scary and threatening
It is just the opposite your vision;
As because the world is always in favor of brave
Nobody will treat you unfairly, when you have a strong defense,
When the rationality always wins against fantasy
The gun can give you the mental stamina and practicality;
Now the gun crime is soaring despite ban
The culprit are roaming with the armed weapon,
Government is incapable to find the answer
How to stop the crime and make the nation less of fear?
By
Amlan Basu
THE SNAKE
The elongate reptile rises with their venomous spirit
Not to trust on it’s deceitful nature,
With fused eyelids and small mouth
Moves smoothly and sinuously;
The cold-blood and limbless body
And jaw modified for swallowing large prey,
Bite with their poisonous teeth
Become wounded everybody to their serpentine hold.
The tool used to clean out the inside of a trumpet
The unforgettable specie to its wonder with creepiest,
Gliding gently upon a tree
When I observed by my naked eye;
And vanishes into the hole in a moment
I’ve frightened totally and forget to catch my breath,
But, I know, what I can’t forget
That the scene of a snake which have experienced.
I can’t believe the snake have to die
As because, they are not always venomous in their nature,
The people purposely kill them by the vain of fear
Nobody realize them to consider;
But the snakes are not forgotten
Also they are not envious against human,
They occurs in the every corner in the world
I know what fools we are to misinterpret.
Are you know the snaky people are roaming around
With never-fading grandeur and free hand,
To queered the pitch who defy their threat
But their malicious character always gone under the carpet;
When the poignant truth comes to stop their act
The people find out the real culprit of acquitted,
They punish them severely without any hesitation
And the filthy people really understand what they have done.
By
Amlan Basu
COLLAPSE OF A BUILDING
The building collapses abruptly together
Through the force of external pressure,
Where the front basement wall of its premises
Rotated inward to the breakable condition
And twist outward in the upper area of office;
Residents hear a rumbling voice of crash
Suddenly sees the chunks of plaster and debris,
Neighbors converge within minutes at a point
And try digging into the rubble;
With bare hands and equipment with small
The injured rushed into the hospital,
Police and fire engines arrives at spot
Water tankers and ambulance also present.
Rescue work continues with additional ambulance
Many people were killed and injured in semblance,
Some escaped with injuries in neck and arm
And crying helplessly to make way for remove;
But cries were drowned by all the noise
A lot of iron rods and miscellaneous things in debris,
That’s the result of altogether
The unauthorized alterations and shoddy repair;
When the builder voraciously blamed for the accident
And unwilling to shell money to reconstruction by argument,
The people evicted to other places
For the short span of time
Nobody knows when they will return their home.
By
Amlan Basu
THE TYPHOON
A tropical cyclone strikes with worst
And kills the uncountable people,
Brings the hazards to everyone
Produce the significant damage;
Mainly due to flood and land fall
The catastrophic disaster with intense rain devil,
Makes the road became impassable
Destroy the bridges to end of connection;
And create the transport of food in complication
The skies will begin to darken at the top of the eye wall,
When the winds will grow in strength of peril
In the street with little water and less food;
The natural storm flows in a spiral of large
That propelled the entire place outward.
The typhoon deficits along much of the path
That moves heat from the equatorial region,
Shattered streets, exposing an eerie, silent wasteland
When the utmost endeavor given to evacuate the survivour;
Often unfit for person or beast
The fetid puddles in the typhoon damaged coast,
Make an eerie, silent wasteland
Which just like a drought condition?
People think how to avert the situation?
But the violent natural calamity roars on,
To destroy the earth origin
The faces turned numb to the multi-million;
As because their fate balanced on a knife’s edge
When their effort gone in vain to amend.
Only to wait and watch when the typhoon come an end
There is no way to survive no science can make it halted,
The relief processes are going to help the wrecked
And pledged to the entire world to make defend;
It takes much time to back in the saddle
And heave a sigh of relieve from the hale,
The nation able to stand on its feet
While the people believed to be safe and staid.
By
Amlan Basu
NEW LIBERATION OF A WOMAN
The career woman wanted to became male
By wearing the male dresses
But it’s not her fetish nature
She like the true feeling
Of getting under a man’s skin
And wanted to change her personality drastically
And make her dream as a sexual
And feel being set free from a host of restrictions
Which are imposed on woman?
She wanted the new liberation
By coming out in open
But is our society really permissive enough
To allow such behavior
Or would I be made a complete social outcast
By this amazing gender conversation
By
Amlan Basu
THE SPACE TRAVEL
The rocket flies into the space
By carrying astronauts and equipments into the large,
Aimed to reach a distant destination
With enormous joy and adventure;
Going day by day, night by night
Month by month, year by year into air blown,
Thrilling constantly going to the high spirit
And looking the stars and galaxies of universe;
While the universe comes to me in a sphere
And heard the sound of cloudy earth,
There is an infinite end in the vast
While the powerful science rules the space.
The people walked in the space and overjoyed
As because they are further away from our globe,
Really they can percept the wonder and danger
Of the unknown solar system;
Amidst of moving against the time
With various gas and ozone layer,
Weightless body, unleashed body
But the oxygen less air to breath;
When the death calls in the every step
The long journey through the inaccessible space,
When the space station, the artificial satellite
Used as connector with earth.
Traveling a lot in the outer space
For the unlimited time span,
The energy is going to the end of moribund life
There is no boundary to think;
Losing of earthly sound and atmosphere
Living and working in zero gravitation,
A stomach-churning experience
Face and head causing them to look swollen;
When the loss of about a liter of fluid in each leg
Just puffy face and bird legs syndrome,
Under the harmful radiation
But ascend on high to fulfill the passion.
To returning home in low earth orbit
Getting trouble to re-adapting to gravity of earth,
Than adapting to microgravity in expedition
Their muscles and bones have weakened;
Making it difficult to walk for long
The heart has to get recondition,
And pump blood harder to over gravity
But the people forget everything to carry the victory;
That proves nothing can be larger than life
To advocate the unfettered joy of travel,
The discovery of planets and mysterious rings
For catapulted the laurel leaf over exploration.
There are so many astronauts have reached the planet moon
Orbited the planets Mars, Mercury, Venus and Saturn,
And missions done the spectacular photograph
As well as others data to a better understanding
Of condition on earth;
When the human made science rules the space
In its desperate moves to prove,
Through controlling balance in the blank
By logic, by experimenting always;
Descended to the surface of the planets
Through observing minutely the specimens,
Many people die by taking the risk to conquer
But it is every nation pride
Make launch the spacecraft in air.
By
Amlan Basu
SLEEP
I’m slumbering into the sound sleep
When go the bed and my eyes close,
All the bizarre thought comes into my mind
When the unlighted eyes lying in the bed;
Upon my pillow and nurturing the dejection
And going to the forgetful heaven,
To engage into a dreamless sleep
That wonderfully rest for body and mind.
A natural and healthy exercise to relieve temporarily
To lessen the acuteness of perception that sensory,
Sleep occurs cynically and roughly
Creates various stimuli in my non-functional body;
To process of growth and rejuvenation
And ready for the next day marathon,
The best yet to be done anytime
To enjoy the hope of life’s unfulfilled desire.
My romantic thoughts borne in my sleep
With my companion’s soft touch,
When I feel my giant thirst for the creation
Of the opposite sex of man-woman’s relation;
The silent sleep awakens me about the law of infinity
And to conquer in every aspects of my sensibility,
The sleep gives me the perfection really
And enter into the every vain of my physicality.
When sleep disorders, my body can’t work at all
My insatiable energy forget to give me the spark,
What I’m usually productive in the past
I will get criticism in my stride,
Ambushed by the opponent now;
You can’t flouting the practice of sleep anyhow
Otherwise you’ll nearer to death gradually,
Wannabe always make an authority
By live a long in the world beautifully.
By
Amlan Basu
THE WATER
The essential liquid known by its clear nature
Representing without any color and odor,
That freezes into ice and boils into air
The people can drink and quench their thirst to live;
Perfectly enters into our body
To keep our blood-vessels fresh
Whiles ends of all worries to make the vital strength,
Avoiding water causes nearer to death
Surely, for the earthly human hood;
And sooth your heart with foremost comfort
Remember it’s essence in the great need.
Everything can depends upon water,
The world’s entire process
Flows in lake, river or ocean; wets everything in bless,
When the clouds breaks in rain
Eyes began with tears by water in dejection;
How you can avoid the elixir of water?
No, never you think of it,
As you have to belief the reason,
Sick gets relief from their dying situation
Worried consoles their mind by quickest solution;
When the holy water makes you the worshipped from other
Through wash away your entire sin of insincere,
The glass of water is not dried up
To knock down the life’s tale
That speaks you to devote your work the earliest possible.
People unfolds their lips again and once again
To feel the unforgettable taste-bud all in,
The gravity to all the water in globe
That unclogged up with endless activities;
And make you recharge by washing your face
Reveals a unique mind with a bagful of insight,
We are longing for the seasonal rain to ripe the harvest
Every life can grow by water, even plant dies without it;
And cleaning our dirty in a moment
By giving the inspiration, to make the grade uplifted.
By
Amlan Basu
THE BLIND
The severe visual impairments causes
Without sight and unable to understand,
Eyes can’t see anything entire the universe
Hopes remain unfulfilled
By groping blackout from the birth;
Nobody will envy to you,
But everybody might be harmful to you
With silent and loser voice to easily known,
Never seen the light anytime
When life is turned upside down
Provoked with the bitterness and anxiety;
No hope to regain the beautiful eye really
Don’t feel lost anything, the word win in everything,
There is no memory but imaging and believing the truth
Slowly walking through one’s back with gladly;
Can’t see the color, but smile when give him the pride
The survival with odds, by the sear nature,
The God’s blessing for its own procedure
There is no lie, no cruelty, but only the honesty;
There is no selfishness,
No greediness, but the impartiality
Totally free from all the grief, all the sorrow,
That’s the rare instincts, we never know
When the blind reads and writes
With the special course of action;
And doing the impossible while became an erudite person
Nothing is impossible around the world
When the incredible belief to do the impossible,
Not that everything hunky dory,
Nothing out of control from the life
Can see the unknown rather than known, what we can see?
The blinds doing the elephant tasks
To overcome their barriers
But slowly and gradually they can across the road,
With a cane and perception of mind
They are not the burden of life
And they are not the helpless;
They are the whole conscience, which people have to follow
Traversed the choppy sea, struggle with the farcical truth
And try to raging against the dying of light.
Just rescued themselves from the sinking ship
The destiny is totally against them,
As their incapability to viewing the beautiful
To identify others by their language meaningful;
To be treated with mercy and compassion
Can you deny their blind faith you upon?
By
Amlan Basu
THE BEGGAR
The beggar asking for the help and make an earnest request
To beg with the point of dispute but not feeling bad,
When ask in a serious and humble manner
The direct request for food, money and shelter;
Attract attention by using odd lines
To fulfilling their destiny
To sympathize, to entice the passerby,
Collecting peddle goods to use,
Eating garbage foods to feed
While being stuck by passing vehicles
Through the tatter and unclean dresses;
Don’t know where to go, where to take shelter
Fought against the odds, without any tear
Addicted with their bohemian energy in attitude
No remorse for the ill luck, see their difficult come true,
Neither angry or any grudge,
Hide their agonies and ecstasies
When nobody stood for their incompetence,
Nobody give them advices.
Everybody knows their strife and don’t want to understand
Really born poor they are,
Not sees other than begging need,
Not the devil, not the drunk, walking slowly in lone
I’ve the compassion about you;
I don’t feel bad to your profession;
And try to lend my helping hand in my limit
When the beggars continues their journey without any reason
Starving for the food and comfort
As people balked at very notion,
Die-hardly surviving with their feeble health
Gladly taking the small coin and prayed for your good luck
Doing everything courteously,
Twang swiftly, delicately to their extent;
We can’t restraining them from begging
But engaging them into work
Just, we can’t provide money
To every beggar and solve their problem,
The life rolls as wheel,
When the poor become rich and rich become poor
But the beggar become beggar,
Their living on alms remains unchanged;
As because the beggars are happy with their gracious gift
While denied for the start of new
And habituated to do this for their benefit.
By
Amlan Basu
RECOVERY
The process of recovery from the decline
With its multiple situations
Like patient recuperating from disease
Fumble hopes to regain
Somebody restoring the data from the corporate file
Gradually healing after sickness
And returned to the original state of body and mind
Activity carried for the purpose of reclamation
Though waste and unused land
But we don’t know what happen
As because our life can break anytime in any point
Addicts stops addiction of fatal drugs
And recovery from the mental abuse
Extinction and recovery in the fossil record
But I can’t recover my death friend
Not a day passes when I don’t think about him
As a irreplaceable friend I miss him all the time
I think, I can see him again in heaven
But my lips are soundless by the effect of grief
THE POLITICIAN
The politician gives the impressive speeches
To persuade the people in their way
Being active in party politics
To get control and advantage,
Governing of a political entity
And gain control of a nation
Make the politics a worthwhile occupation;
The real administrator to move the throne
Stands in the public platform to the get the trust,
And speaks smartly with eloquence and charm
And create a lot of supporter for them.
Speaking all the lies in the ways of graceful
Giving the hope of promises to the ordinary people,
Misleading the people in various process
Creates a lot of fawner for own self;
The audacious personality, refuse to consider actuality
Cajole the people with half truth and job guarantee,
Persecutor for the poor and destroyer of the meager
Revokes their speech and changes their mind in a moment.
To use the power as the way of unlawful and arrogance
By abolition of enemies without any evidence,
Like Evader deceives others by their manipulation
Wanted to become the dictator with domination;
Pretender who tramples human with fierce
The bureaucrat Consider as a blissful savior
For the sake of filthy people,
Who use the politician for their own motive?
And the corrupt politicians just can’t understand.
Not apologized for the bad deed
To live you numb, tired and stupid,
Squashed the rumor, rebutted the allegation
Master strategist to make execution;
Act parochialism with smack of desperation
Bind the people in atavistic principle,
Money and wealth loitering with them
Reeked of double standards, dwindles the harshest critics.
Like magician weaves the spell of enchantment
Keeps the ball on their court,
Every malicious will hidden under the carpet
When people asked the prying questions;
Diligently evaded the reasons, shrugs off the allegations
Aggressively try and establish a squeaky clean image,
Always preen for the camera
To become the centre of the attention
Uses the media cleverly and hogs the limelight;
Beat their own drums to get credit from the supporters
Obsessed with wreaking vengeance
By the ignominious way
Feigned ignorance of guilt to became clueless
Distorting the facts and make them meaningless.
Rejecting pleas one after another
Behaving shrewdness and the pragmatic sense,
Demolished the tirade, relinquish the abuse
And sparked off a flurry of phone calls in a day whole;
And make the money and power in the short time
Moving with the crowd with the body guard,
With the scare of elimination in mind
Dared really their arch political foe;
As they knows the bloody violence
Between the parties to grab the power,
Make friendship with enemy’s enemy
And the hypocrite politician guards
And spends the ransom for own self and safety.
When politician sacrifices for the nation
Do their good deeds and making the inevitable solution,
Doing for the public interest
The ordinary can’t do it just;
Fought for the democracy
Pledged to defend the country,
And inevitably obsessed to grow as a leader
And to serve for building the Government as a pioneer;
Take the charge and take the danger
Establish bridges with the people of ordinary,
Take concrete decision for our economy
Take the responsibility, take the liability;
Representing the enlightened public opinion
With the arrogance and passion,
Genuinely give their earnest interest for the party
It’s not like cake walk, but the hard work.
By
Amlan Basu
THE WATERFALL
The waterfall embraces me nicely
Through it’s pleasant fall,
I feel in my every breath
And I think, my tension has gone;
Besides the hardy rock of substance
When the cool air spreads upon my heart,
The birds were singing in their prime charm
The lively green in everywhere;
And the leaves are transparent and calm to me
And also I’ve got my own kingdom,
When I shouted to proclaim myself
But I failed to evoke my response;
The voice only reverberate my ear
I astonished how it possible,
It’s the perfect time to being sooth
I’ve found the solution to my own;
My mind creates the beautiful rhythm
And I bathe fully into the waterfall with cheer,
Sipping into the water and drinking the water
I thrilled with the sensation of unknown.
There is no nuance, no twists, no turns or no dramas
It’s so inspiring, so satisfying,
I felt, I really ascend my high
I’m totally free from the grueling workload;
Like a magician weaves a spell
I’m not being fucked up doldrums,
I’ve find the distinctive solution
I ponder to become the boss of my own region;
I’ve found the salvation and resurrection
My life is changed to one hundred eighty degree,
I’ve forget my tumultuous relationship in my life
Now everything seems meaningful and poignancy;
I don’t want into the huddle
I’ve managed to whip up my support
My smile is not impish now, it’s the simple,
As because I hate the feudal visionary
My journey has a destination
Like waterfall goes into definite way;
I’ve redefined my own frame of mind to exist
And I’m enjoying the unforgettable moment,
I didn’t want to die old, inactive and forgotten
The lively waterfalls refresh me for the umpteen.
By
Amlan Basu
THE FOSSIL
The characteristic of out of fashion style
And the actual remains of a plant or animal,
That has been excavated from the soil
When exists in a past age of geological.
Takes to process the years of million
That really the proof of life evidence of ancient fashion,
Covered by layers to organic material of unknown
And give the treasure able idea to the entire generation.
The fossil, not only the remains of past
But the trace or imprint of life that truth,
From its original biogenic character
When the burrows and foot print of dinosaur;
Amazed the world geologists to make research of fact
And to discover the historical secret,
Which beyond other’s limit.
The reality bites when people discussed the feasibility of the operation
That the mysterious fossils give them no chance to avoid,
It’s never end of the road to make relax
As because to solve the difficult task;
How the rare spices are permanently gone out from our life
Who knows the human’s fate
In the earth’s treacherous nature,
May we become the fossil after the big gap
While permanent change will inevitable to the blissful world.
By
Amlan Basu
THE REALITY TELEVISION
The world of small screen are booming on demand
For the reality television show to entertain audience,
To mending money in a different way by eluding advertisers
And going upward the TRP ratings;
When the talented people competing really for the fortune
And frantically testing their skills
By participating the millionaire game,
Singing multiple type songs
To became idol of popular figure
Make people laughing to become comedy hero of conqueror;
Or shaking leg to became a dance master
Buried all the doubt by performance with spark,
When the organization give the participant the definite pack
An improvised look with well manner that mesmerizes;
By unique hair styles, dresses and approaches
To be fitted with the glamourized world,
Face bore a stolid expression with dreams really fructified
With the astronomical figure of money and fame;
When happens so quickly within in a moment
You can’t believe your eye turned into glory,
Yesterday’s ordinary person became the rags-to-riches story
The TV companies are vying for the show of reality.
There is no fantasy, no story, no romance, no crime
But the heart-beating, pulsating, bone-rattling passion,
Audience gets the enormous pleasure to make them happy
Judging the performance in the impartial way;
And greets with clapping for the right candidate
Shares in audience pole by casting their preferable vote,
Somebody’s pleasure became somebody’s sorrow
But nobody loosing nothing, but winning something;
As because they are not the lesser known
They are all widely known by the media machine,
And grew up with admiring, even worshipping
And became immensely proud of over-bearing;
With grinning smile flashed in their face besides the fans of million
The anchors influence participants to splurge with phenomenon,
And encourage to became the winner by concentrated intensity
For the people want to fulfill all their dreams and desires independently;
And doing the propaganda for themselves with uniquely
Showing their guts without any distress,
To stride like a colossus when boosted by the thumping success
Become celebrity by instantly like a flower of efflorescence.
In these way the TV companies are growing with preference
Producer makes profits and advertisers find their niche audience,
Reach their frequency and target successfully
The reality show became enormously by individuality;
By the wide acceptance of the public
No other show can find the way to match,
People found their blue sprung to enjoy in cheer
When the reality show comes one after another;
To give the ample scope the people to compete in physical
To gain their proper status with the full potential,
Can add drama to evenings of dull
And importantly, can bring the brisk business in the corporate exterior;
The talent hunts show of glitz and glamour
That acquired popularity without the crutch of rudeness,
The winner acclaimed the fame through the wonderful experience
And got the rehabilitation as new birth to makes all the difference;
To prove his detractors wrong and to reclaim the lost of something
Butters up fans without any befuddling,
With considering the hard-nosed philosophy
And the reality show continuing it’s vision of possibility;
The successful experiment to make people for the test
When the entertainment became simply zany and offbeat,
For the most watched shows that creating the blockbuster hit
That’s startling, progressive in thought rather than regressive;
Allow the ordinary people some hope for a life less ordinary
That is the silver of light that talent needs to transform into greatness
Where talent lies buried in the overwhelming size of the population
The idea of a platform that vaults one into instant fame
An extraordinary powerful one
And unlock the idea of opportunity
Result as fairy-tale dramatic successful
Are showered with instant fame and wealth
The influence goes way beyond the people
Who participate in the television shows
The notion that one’s inner potential
Gets exposed to an adoring mass of admirers
To became a universal dream
Talent hunt allow us to playing God
We sit in judgement as people come in
And shut their stuff
We exercise created ripple with the show
We exercise our whims and fancies
As we critically deconstruct the perfumers on view
We dismiss some and warm up to others
We analyse those who participate
As well as those who judge
And implicitly believe that our dissection is the best
Only we are talented to recognize the true talent
Participants taken to profuse pleading and abject entreaties to us to vote for them
As viewers we participate vicariously to vote for themselves
We warm up to some people and begin to own them
They become the representative of our unrecognized abilities
We invest in their progress with the passion of believers
People from the less fortunate backgrounds
Touch a resonant chord wit audience across region
Ordinary gets the special sweetness in that experience
Something all we crave for – public conversation
After milking of emotional juice
We feel a warm flush of achievement at having manufactured greatness
Celebrities were made through a mystical process
Of anointment none of us were privy to
But now we give birth to a new star all by ourselves
We create a joint stock celebrity
In whom everyone has a share
The democracy of greatness
Where everyone gets to decide
Who becomes part of the firmament
We all gaze up to in wonder
We play God and look up star-struck
At our magnificent creation
The audience is being wooed
An elevation in status
By
Amlan Basu
THE GENERATION GAP
It’s horrible to see the changing value of the world
In the case of every activities in the life,
There is no time to come face to face
To avoid the things bluntly by the sweet lie;
There is little respect, little faith to each other
When employed brother refuse to give shelter his unmarried sister,
When sister hatches the conspiracy to defame his brother
The self-centered person meets only to their own purpose;
When the relations slackened to the husband-wife
Through the lack of trust, love and responsibility,
When the brother quarrels with each other like enemy
When son behaved to his helpless parents the attitude of rebuked;
And make them out of home without any regard
The entire world is forgetting rapidly the moral value of the humanity,
The young disobeyed the adult by ignoring
The people become extra smart to denounce anything.
When the child became un-child
And behave like unruly and incontrollable,
And guardians are unhappy with the situation
People don’t laugh without any intention;
There is no simplicity but complexity
When the heartless people emerges abruptly,
Everything happen in the changing culture of grown
There is no halt, no full-stop for the new generation;
There is no passion, no fellow-feeling, only the jealousy
People trying to prove their mettle humbly,
For the adaptability with the changing world
And peoples ideological knickers in a twist;
Breaking the joint family became fashion in everywhere
Drug use increased among young people,
Youths dropped out into the hippie culture
Absolutely, the simplicity became the curse.
People defy the rules without any fright
Only to mind their business with any cost,
When gays and lesbians are rampant with their homosexuality
Pre-marital sex and live-in relationships exists in the changing theory;
Fun, dating and flirting before tie the knot became the reality
And squashing of older values by the new and betrayed loyalties,
When lover butchering their partners
When people using the hi-tech gadgets to contact with others;
And using the laptop with the fashion of elite
When people doesn’t like the traditional marriage,
And stubbornly choose their life-partner without the consent of parent
People forget to do manual labour of hard sweat;
And tends to go gym because of physical unfitness in the early age
When life is going like a machine in the over-crowded globe,
Only the money is the true symbol of prosperity and fame
Is it the result of the generation gap?
By
Amlan Basu
THE ABSOLUTE NONSENSE
When civilized people became uncivilized
And extremists are behaved as primitive,
People not follow the rule to their knowledge
Middle castes are tilled dominated by the upper caste;
People totally depend on hiring the foreign expert
And proud to gain the foreign qualification,
Rather than country made less-cost education
People dependable to foreign without any consideration;
And praising for foreign system instead of modifying their own country
People made the nonsense comments zealously,
Provincialism soars high in every occasion
When people abetting rift rather than reconciliation;
Separate them by the nasty racial discrimination
And doing the religious excogitations in every occasion,
Behaving nonsense as meaningless salvation
Astonished everybody by the pseudo-intellectual pretension;
When the woman liberty means breaking the family tradition
Media highlights the unwanted things for concentration,
To evade the readers, viewers, audience from the current situation
People can’t value the person, who laid the foundation.
The politicians flouting their party protocol without any justice
While surrenders meekly without any pride and prejudice,
Idiot box binds tightly the million of million people
Without any constructive thought;
There is no unity anywhere in the world
People acts more destructively than past,
And dwindling their ethics for hard-hitting money
Classical songs loose it’s luster and popularity;
Due to the massive mania of rock song
The vulgarity and adult movies are getting more response,
By refusing to see the movie of classic
The cultural clash between each other,
And the ambivalence nature of the most leader
Bewildered the common people without any sense;
People can’t value the person, who laid the foundation
Showing negligence in their prime occupation,
And doing other way to mending money
When people baffle others with bullshit theory;
When people speaks the vacuous truth
And the people became berserk with no effect.
Like true statements in rigorous proof
Gibberish with no actual meaning of subject,
While needlessly speaking the obscure language
When people provoking an angry response;
Too many action sequence all festooned on the absurd plot
When writer writes the profane and scabrous prose,
When noblest creates the silly and ponderous piece of work
W hen people make their own choices, they don’t know;
To dash out the middle caste by the elite caste
And don’t give them to salvage the dented pride successfully,
Flattered to pull up the simple people
And doom them by taking the ladder behind them;
When the poverty-ridden society stumbles up
When talented people sidelined in unruly way of precarious,
When ordinary became extraordinary media hype
When people not implemented the stringent rules;
When people apes blindly the westernized culture
When the lies spreads by media that sully the image,
When writer use the crude and tasteless language
And create perfunctory use of sexual description of redundant passage.
When diplomats cultivates the media discreetly but assiduously
When inspiration gone awry to the melancholic people of the country,
When leaders putting their pragmatism over ideologies of obsolete
When the hard-working employee became tad underpaid;
When people remarked sarcastically to demoralize other
When inflated ego bewildered the more,
People go on rampage with wrong intension
When powerful tried to hold on to his fiefdom;
And peeved the people gradually to condemn
When loyalty and fidelity is a curse word,
When humour hearts an enough to swallow with silent
When there is no way to make things perfect;
When corporate bigwigs are washing their dirty linen in public
When the genius people at a full stake,
And the skeptics were beginning to question their merit
When person refutes anything by excuse;
When people refuse to play the second fiddle
And wanted to became the spear-header without any caliber,
What’s the end of the practical humanity?
We don’t know but gauze its traumatic reality;
When we’re quite intelligent to do the nonsense
Only we can change the world by our conscience.
By
Amlan Basu
BABIES
The babies are sleeping safely in the bed
Typically suffered the trauma during birth,
As a result in a shape with skull that soft
With puffy eyes, patchy and crinkled skin;
And a lot of dehydration, infection and congenial malformation
Allowing them by sucking milk to their appetites to grow,
From the nipples of the mother’s breasts or the nipple of the baby bottle
And the mother’s careful attention to the baby’s action;
Tread as not to wake the baby, awakening you by crying loudly
Consoling them and see their eyes delightfully,
With the face of guiltless pure, give you the infinite spiritual pleasure
By cuddling them carefully into your arms of gentle;
Swaddled the babies by blankets in entire
Face sublimed, head with rugged hair,
Growing to became our next generation
They have to see the colour, hear the sound and smell the beautiful life;
No cruelty, no greediness, only innocent nature
To sacred as sinless babies can became vulnerable anytime.
The babies, it’s very difficult to understand their wish
As they can’t able to explain their need,
When to entertain by play artfully
Tickles and giggles continuously to make them happy;
Bonds well to became loved one
By knowing the art to tackle upon,
With frightened eye of elimination
And trembled voice when babies grew;
Discovering the new world as fresh as new
And became older by daily upbringing,
With guardian’s superb guidance and protection
Exhales the truth in their every motion;
Play twiddles with their unsullied eye
And snuggles up their parents in close,
While give some sleepless night as a sacrifice
To observe their alluring charm and radiance;
Learns the new thing everyday and so full of question
With every second is priceless to worth million.
By
Amlan Basu
THE YOGA
The awaken the body and mind by stretching
While the stresses of daily life going escaping,
The consciousness for the perfect spiritual insight
Sitting in a static direction with quite mind;
Remained concentrated and devoted for steady peace
Your temporal body discovers its soul infinite,
Give your body a definite shape to move freely
A rich experience to motivate you wonderfully;
By flexing and balancing the body swiftly
When sweats out from your body,
That’s really the right dose to your body controlled and relaxed
And diminishing your fear to tackle with odd;
The simple practice to rekindle your clarity of thinking
But difficult to find time in the multi-tasked working,
When the true logic of our health concern
By breathing, by efficient without breathing to learn;
And steered you to take yoga seriously with patience
And make you perceive the inward silence,
That lasts a long impact to anything won
And you will know the existence in your domain;
Feeling fit as healthy as warm till expire
That something you’ve never delighted before,
By strengthening your senses being deteriorating
And being credited to yoga to make the way of winning;
Conquered the problems with the pure self of inner
And fulfilling your wishes and make you feel better,
To create miraculous healing power
While reworks the entire musculature;
With it’s flaccidity to overcome the trauma
That’s the astounding facets of yoga.
By
Amlan Basu
THE REMIXED SONGS
The song modified by the digital rhythm
And recreated the new approach the viewer to charm,
When the lively orchastraised and synchronized song
Mesmerised the world with the loudly music,
Through the hearts of the yearning people of sensation
To wield the world by it’s phenomenon,
And alternate mix of a song different from the original version
Ruled the music world in a fluid evolution;
Used to create an upbeat version of a song
For playing by disc jockeys in nightclub,
Embraced by the local mixing wizards
To became deconstructed and rebuilt tracks,
By dropping the vocal or instrumental paths
To suit the tastes of their audiences;
Isolating and repeating hooks with adding echo effects
When sophisticated effects were created
And slower song is remixed as a dance song,
Became popular with mainstream music buffs
Makes the different kinds chart-buster albums;
While the remixed scores creates the bang
And ready to challenge the traditional music world.
By
Amlan Basu
THE VIRUS
The ultramicroscopic infectious virus
Rules the roost by victorious,
That replicates itself only within cells of living
The prime cause of every disease in human being;
When the fatal, contagious and deadly virus overpowered
And engulfed the living body threatened,
While the poultry industry incurred a loss in severe
By the bird flu which gripped with the virus of failure;
Always creates the unimaginable panic
Attacks suddenly without any hint,
But makes symptoms of disordered body
While is curable by the medicines only,
Prescribed by the registered doctors
And ruin the malicious effect deadly viruses.
Virus spoils us with its harmful drive
Spreads place to place by mosquitoes with uncountable,
Unable to mitigate the culprits the people of earth
Grows everywhere massively without our reach;
In filthy waters, defunct foods or any dead body
Nobody knows how to diminish them completely,
Floundering as tremendously, stopped us to act immediately
As because we don’t know their actuality;
The bacteria, the small grows in a living cell
Responsible for bevy of rare diseases in all,
Based on their shape, behaviour and characteristics
That assembled together to provide complex structures;
There is no rule to prohibit leveraging the components
When the vaccination is the real prevention,
And provide resistance to the fatal infection
But the viruses remain dreadful for the whole generation.
By
Amlan Basu
THE NIGHT PARTY
The party freak people enjoying the party
With the stimulation of unanimous joy,
Meeting and dancing together with their favourable mates
Drinking and savouring wine calmly to percepts;
With the deep recess of the different world
And eats the delicious foods with veg and non-veg,
Forgetting the stress and chaos of life
While celebrate the night without thinking the present,
Managing the time off from the hectic schedule
Rejoices the night through the whirl-wind presence,
And breathed a sigh of relief without any stifle
With pride, status and swaggering outfit;
When the cool became hot and the hot became hottest
All interaction is in a good purpose
To fulfill the desire to live a long,
With every possibilities of the new beginning
When their regaled eye finds the charming;
The true spirit to attending the night party
When exploring the perfect moment of being happy.
By
Amlan Basu
THE ROOFTOP
Exploring you to go into the sky of delight
By standing on the rooftop at night,
Able to see the entire space at a glance
Behave like a free bird to go beyond;
The flickering light of planets and stars
Viewing yourself to the distant places,
By the sparkle of colourful light
The world seems narrow to your extent;
When the refreshing air blows to your body and mind
And black trees are standing in a row,
The thin noises of crickets and various insects
That allures you to the world of secrets.
Glorifying your sun-soaked heart
By seating on the rooftop at daylight,
Perceiving the intangible sensation
Being alone in solitary from noisy motion;
Playing game with the unadulterated liberty
Through hiding from the everybody,
When things are not gone to murky
Only the mind caprice surges to the upfront
Passing time after time without any glitch;
And totally fearless of every action
You can talk all of your strange exploration,
And enjoy when rain weeps emphatically on.
By
Amlan Basu
ODE TO THE DANCER
Dancer dances with the revolutionized technique
To entertain us by the extraordinary ability,
Dominate the stage with wonderful control and balance
And the harmonious movement creates a different personality;
Wrestling their arm down with elegance
Dance with pathos in a different league,
Make believable and entertain to watch
By the astonishing foot tapping movement;
When precise synchronization and perfect techniques pierced the mind
And doing the maximum utilization of body language,
With bold foot-works and gentle glide to enjoy
And quick whirling were treats to watch;
Invoked the neoclassicism in modern style
Climbed under and over the chairs perfectly,
Through each step is an equal harmony
It’s the charisma of the maverick dancer with extra-ordinary ability;
To accomplish the certain milestone variety with intensity
That’s a mesmerizing effect for the pleasure of audience,
The graceful dancer performs with style and elegance
When the choreographer works hard to fine tune with every rhythm;
And instruct performers at rehearsals to achieve their desired effect
To give a sizeable contribution to the dance world,
Moves with the self-expression and the agility of artistic
When we see the different forms of dance to perceive;
Then ballet geared us with its stirring spirit
And makes the merriment to the extreme,
Or classical dance to inspire the audience
To a new awareness of the inner realities;
Perform dances as soloists or as a member of a group
Before live audiences or for film and television,
Performs variety of settings such as musical production
A non-verbal communications with the situation;
The very best with the every fresher look
For the beautiful body and mind to achieve,
By the stark, intellectual movement with austere costume
Weaved and whirled in flowing natural movements;
With the perception of reality into a proximity to the audience
The vigour of the virile dancer changes in every posture,
Creates the viewer’s attention and lauds for performance
And the dancer proceeds with their and unctuous and benignant smile.
By
Amlan Basu
THE FASCISM
The nefarious political regime
That rejects liberal ideas of freedom,
And to impose state control over the aspects of life
Capitalists are persecuted viciously
When the creaky Government policy;
And the terrible coward people doing the crude
Proceeds with their unbalanced attitude,
When pretending everything under the carpet
Laundering money in a staggering method;
While speaking the mumbled truth
That stands for a centralized automatic Government,
The deaf ear autocrats standing with their mighty height
And baffling the poor with their brutal technique;
Just like the cocktail of canny fox and angry ox
The unbeatable tyrants, that tough to fight against,
Troubling fatally to collapsing the middle class
When people lash out for their violent bloodiness;
And gloat over the rout of brutal fascism action
That creates the severe economic and social regimentation
And doing forcible suppression of opposition,
Killed the people within a moment
Who don’t obey them by complete;
And wielded the willow like a sword
While generate controversy to make the situation embroiled,
When Germany wasn’t united
Soviet Union didn’t disintegrate
And Czechoslovakia didn’t become split,
When the holocaust emerges drastically
To target and victimized the Jewish community;
Now the vacuous politics of fascism are eliminated
And the history of past grey shade is a forgotten word,
Modern world are totally going to the free of spasm
Finally the people go through without the glitch of fascism.
By
Amlan Basu
THE CLASSICAL MUSIC
The sophisticated music with its refined nature
That encompasses styles of diverse,
And conforming to an established shape
When appealing to the critical importance;
And develop the musical taste of fine honed
The articulate that can be ascertain in well-sped,
But not by trifle physically, not by light mentally
And recognizing the depth rather than understanding;
When the discrete mind finds the powerful knowledge
Of ecumenical aesthetic beauty under own steam,
The common people can’t swallow it easily by comprehend
But only the rare people can read the language;
When the palpable depiction of momentum
Contributing the aura of protean stream,
Soothing gently with the eclectic rhythm
And enhance our passion through the gritty way;
Really it invades into the area of our vitality
Moving into the deep-rooted agony to ecstasy,
The crooning sound of profound eternity
Charms the ardent fans of classical music;
And breaking out all the boundaries of life existence
Heighten the senses with the inner smile,
Clearly demystifies the spiritual universe
When the fact is not the fiction but truth is only the principle;
And nurtures the arbitrary mood became balanced
Purifying the world of people to think glorified,
By the elegant way of the classical music
Without any flawed touch of imperfect trick;
Inspires the generations with its flawless technique
The style distinguished from popular culture,
Enormously benefited by the attachment of lifelong
Brings into music the platonic paradigm,
Nothing can be matched with its peerless shape
And candidly shows with the conviction of an artist;
Serves the class that’s panders to popular taste
There is no frivolous, nor any lacking substance,
Only the performance from solidifying state
While presenting itself as a unified whole.
By
Amlan Basu
THE DIAMOND
Attracting to the earth’s beautiful sparkle
Through it’s unique divinity and spectacle,
That seduced women all over the world
And really the timeless and priceless gems of diamond;
The actual glyph of encapsulate live
People yearning it for the higher order of life,
When the absence of its beam, the connubial seems curtailed
That nature’s beauty that never to be ignored;
Come with elegant designs and colours.
Through an intangible radiance of the diamond jewelers,
In necklace or ring, the brilliance dominated everywhere
And cherished the discerning people severe,
And illuminates with the bond of celestial and enigmatical
The most exquisite like representation of the physical,
Emanate exactly the luxurious extravagance to the opulent
Brighten the glittering supremacy with the grand ornament;
Touches deeply to our earnest ardour
And truly became the indeed forever.
By
Amlan Basu
THE LOADSHEDDING
Night became black dark
When the electric light being cut,
Then the life standstills for stress and chaos
Voice grow louder, eyes can’t see the things;
While the thieves and robbers were very active
And pursue their miserable career of embezzlement,
People come out from their home
And squatting by the side of the road to perform;
Gossiping and discussing about their complication
And try to find out the instant solution,
A precarious situation which difficult to adjust
That makes the crippling effect on the economy of state;
While the night become so night
Without the human made dazzling light,
Detach the life from the focus of watts
And the fast-forwarding world forcibly stops.
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Amlan Basu
DISCONNECTION OF A MOBILE PHONE
Suddenly the world became out of your hand
When your mobile phone disconnected,
Your helpless motion turned into grim face
How to contact by roaming with the people?
Without the call and receive of a cell-phone
You just missing your indispensable companion;
And loved for the sleek and elegant handset
You can’t ignore it for a moment,
Otherwise you may lose the valuable information
With the people around the world of all generation;
Entangled with the joy and sorrow of our life
When it really the universal to bind,
Just addicts for the plethora of reason
Far better than landline telephone;
Without the connection of a mobile phone
And the hilting halt into every communication.
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Amlan Basu
THE DIGITAL HOME
Our lifestyle changes unexpectedly
Into a home, the digital of valuable fully,
And really aspiring to capture the emotion
Through advancement for the new technology of modern;
Escaping from the world of outer
Surfing internet in the personal computer,
Listening music in the satellite channel
Using VCD, using DVD with the help of remote control;
To access supremely the multiple content
The integrated process, we should trust,
To manage every aspects of our life security
When the new dimension wireless theory,
That transmits huge amount of data within a room
Viewing movies by cable connection,
Changing one channel to other at your freedom
Purchasing home theatre with headphone;
While setting the AC temperature according to your comfort
Using washing machine heavily as a support
For wash out and dry up your clothes of abundant,
Taking formidable help from the refrigerator
To keeps the food cool and frost,
And the wonderful micro-oven cooker
When mobile phone help us to contact;
Everywhere in the world lane
Instantly without any interruption,
While the digital camera flashes
And snaps the moving image of life aspects;
While the artificial candle with red wine
Creates an atmosphere inside the room of dine,
People can get everything with the mood of fine
And the digital home exists alone.
By
Amlan Basu
THE HAPPY CONJUGAL LIFE
Could you know the art to make your happy conjugal life?
With vague smile in your inner mind,
Hiding your dissatisfaction for better purpose
And do compromise with your wife in every time;
Being as an sole earning holder of a family
Never show you the superiority,
Don’t became angry in the daily conflict of opposition
Give value to your wife’s decision rather than your decision;
Don’t argue with your wife if she is incorrect
Without making the situations worst,
Lead your life like a brother and sister companion
If your wife is disinterested to any physical relation;
There is no grudge, no libidinousness in your mind
Love your wife and trust her extremely rigid,
When your wife don’t love you actually
Devoted into other things to forget rapidly;
There is no tussle with your father-in-law and mother-in-law
To respect to their feelings enough,
By breathing a deep sigh secretly in your heart
And try the family drama to forgive
What is till alive in your mind?
And start a whole new life
Shows reaffirmed and reassurance to your wife,
When misunderstanding looms large
Don’t feeling mistrust with your spouse;
When a horrible time with deep wound
Don’t scream into a pillow by crying in hard,
Don’t fumed and stuck in echoes of despair
And allow happen to absolve the past farther;
Never squelch the memories deep down inside once again
By doing one of your unique attributes to set down.
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Amlan Basu
THE MENTOR
The trusted friend for the new comer in world
Who helped them to get the right,
And advice them in advance for the maximize
That the mentor extols somebody’s virtue;
While the new concept because motivated
As because the whole world going in its feet,
The system to keep a person organized
To achieve the optimum result;
When a thousand seeds turn to dust
Before even one can blossom into flower,
Pressure don’t bog them down
And their steel heart really knows to combat;
While stimulate extremely for act efficiently
And taking the firm grip to move thousand miles away;
Your little existence can deleted in the cut-throat competition
When you don’t know the proper management,
In the area of your operation
Realizes the gravity of the whole situation;
And practice the art of doing impossible
Without being your mind severely tensed,
When the mentor keep the momentum going in
Just needs to mobilize and get the best out,
By the power of better listener and communicator
Talk openly and honestly to develop a greater awareness;
Accelerate your acquisition of skills and knowledge
By improving the quality of your decision making,
And support you in the successful application of your learning
Gives the significant commitment to your energy and time;
To set up situations like a counselor
And truly caring and devotes time for yourself.
By
Amlan Basu
PORNOGRAPHY
The exploitation of the innocent
To get the thrill of embarrassment,
Thrives the pornography of rapturous feeling
When the dissimilar mind trembling;
The perpetual virgin gone to hell and back
Make the practices of masturbate,
Causes harm to the male community
The increasing tendency to act out sexually;
To get hooked in pornographic material
When the perverted generation became explicitly illegal
By shockingly engaged into obnoxious without any control,
And became the addict of the powerful stimulant
That’s really hard to change the format;
When the purveyors utilizing the lascivious mind
Only for the goal of solitary fulfillment
The celebration of dissipation overshadows the perfect
Which disturb the women to became humiliate,
Mother seducing son, daughter seducing father
Suddenly found their imaginable sexual passion the teenager;
When pornography romps their personal computer
People voraciously go for the multiple partners,
And unconsciously drawn into the deeper sin
While Corrupt the true man-woman relation;
Not bothering for the negative impact
Stubbornly doing the act for the genital comfort,
The heinous trade extends to our everyday life
Creates the gross distortion of human’s sexual truth;
Directly through the conventional advertisement
And the pornography exists with its malicious effect.
By
Amlan Basu
BARTENDER’S DELIGHT
Delightfully the bartender creates the cocktails
By their own secret formula to make impression,
Wonderfully flipping bottles and juggling glasses
Familiarizing with the ingredients of beverage industry;
Through the variety of wines, juices and herbs
That’s unusually the high-spirited occupation,
The real aristocracy of the hotel industry
Provide solace to the downtrodden drinking man;
And friendly with a positive attitude towards customers
When start tapping coins on the bar counter,
Not just pouring drinks but being a friend
When situation gets awry in late night;
By the chaos of inebriated customers
Then bartender comes with the diligent manner,
And handles it without loosing the temper
There is no end to experimenting;
A brand new discovery to entertain
A specialized field of its own fun,
Nothing but a salesperson, the bartender
Get to interact with different people;
Gained respect in every occasion
By establish the mark in the cocktail culture.
By
Amlan Basu
THE ATLANTIC
The ocean to remember with anxiety
And it’s weathering nature to demolish
When the titanic ship became end by the iceberg
By molding the world in the grief,
Imagine the endless gale of the Atlantic
While listens the every reverberating sound;
Which moving over the frozen snow
With its vastness, yet not to complete,
Gives the real life lesson to learn
Which you can’t get in your whole life;
Sailing over the endless area that tough
While try to watch the shore of the distant ocean,
Tempting people with its beguiling vastness
And turn the life upside down when forcing;
The ship going into the abundance of water
By treading the path carefully,
Life became slow in the turgid motion
Because the perpetrator secretly
Behind the way to dismantle everything,
Spending a dull patina of time after time
With a whole new experience of complexity,
Seeing and believing like a mute spectator
And wobbling uncertainly throughout the day;
When the gust of pure, unsullied air
Rushes into the dark of carefree night away,
By staring with a glazed eye
Like ship feel prey to the lust
Without identifying the real fact,
Waiting for the day after night long
Safely reach the destination of harbour.
By
Amlan Basu
THE PUBLIC SERVICE ADVERTISING
Raising mass consciousness towards social issues
When public service advertising doing their act
The surest way to change the opinions of general public,
Affects millions of lives positively
And find a higher platform importantly;
For brands to operate in ad agencies by the mind of creativity
Feeling for AIDS, smoking cigarette, drug control policy,
Cancer patients, stray dogs, orphaned children
Trees, polio drops, traffic congestion
Birth control, Hepatitis B vaccine;
Political ideology, energy and natural resources conservation
When the endangered animals are legitimate for preservation,
The mass media became incredible for the awareness education
And the largest influencing factor in formation of public opinion;
To stimulate positive changes in public view point
Popularize the public servicing advertisement,
Give us the essential advice to obey as a dutiful citizen of dutiful
To make a country with full of healthy and lawful control;
The non-commercial advertisement really
Remind to build our own healthy society.
By
Amlan Basu
THE MUSEUM
The dead society speaks with an acute silence
Untested hypothesis that do not provide evidence
Rich collections of objects relating to humanities
From prehistory to present day
And sciences, photographs of various rocks,
Fossil and modern organism to spare
Which representing prokaryotes to vertebrates
The collections from siwalik and Cambrian period
Seal, walrus, skeleton of humans and various animals
Mammals, fishes, minerals, reptiles and birds
Art masterpieces, decorative arts, archeology
There is no live, only the ancient mystery
Head bulging with the seamless questions
Is it tale of falsehood or the specimens of real?
The things seems like unimaginable that hard to digest
Specimens are exhibited in the gallery
While duplicates are stored in the chests of drawers
The ancient dinosaurs of forgotten identity
Preserved orderly to beautiful way
By the use of chemical without any harmful effect
From prehistory to present day
Inquired with the palpable sense
That concerned primarily with engaging the visiting public
In actively exploring ideas
A view of the nature of the physical world which we inhabit
But also a view of how knowledge is acquired
Museum is organized carries implicit assumptions
About the manner in which visitors learn
It is not suggested that these ancestral museum forms currently prevail
Simply that useful to consider the extent
To which any learning environment is driven
By a curator’s view of structure of the subject
As contrasted with the needs of the learner
Greatest historical artifacts and weapons
As a learning laboratory
That developing and using a practical theory of informal learning
People come, expect, read signs
Use interactive and walking away
With in terms of concepts, facts and skills
The field of cognition and education
Sound like a superficial observation but in fact
Enacted the abstract theory
Reflects a positive view of the world as entirely ordered rule-governed
Experimentation and discovery reveal physical loss
The knowledge of the rules enables all possible outcomes
To be extrapolated understanding the world
Represents the fictional objects constructed
For the particular culture
Symbolized the glory of a country for pre era
THE CARTOON
The peculiar character to enjoy
And poke the fun and human pun
The sensation of wonderful creative fantasy
With its non-rigid shape to laugh enormously,
Viewing the inflated identity
And awaken the life energy;
That united our fragmented generation
By help converting from dissolution to satisfaction,
Intermingled with every part of our life
In real life, in film or in comic book;
The child gets a lot of pleasure
And imitate tremendously to became excited,
When animator draws the beautiful cartoon
With amazing accuracy and precision;
Add resonance the to pictures considerable
And make it significant with believable,
The cartoon runs through the sky of universe
Jumps from rock to rock, sea to sea with fierce;
Vanquish the foes like the super hero
Achieving the goals in spite of all blow,
When cartoon became symbol of high adventure to admire
And people consider the epitome of righteousness, justice and virtue.
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Amlan Basu
THE CULTURAL EXCHANGE
The exchange allows swapping to each-others region
Through the ideas of creativity and innovation
While cultural discussion with accurate solution
And accelerate the practice through self-correction,
Face to face with the different kind of people
Act as a group to manifest their popular culture
Participating in the worldwide debate
Exists through the mantle of host;
The understanding between the human of diversity
And the increase of crossbreed theory,
A lot of brain-storming session to uplift
The concept of music, food, language and art;
To cope out the problems arise in their sphere
And became the winner in the struggle for existence,
The wonderful way to keep in touch with the unknown
When the globe seems in the little in your emotion;
To enhance the consciousness to cultural exchange
That the relevant way to make it profound.
By
Amlan Basu
THE CONSPIRACY
To demolish by the secret conspiracy
That the evil instincts from the ancient history,
When the zealous rules upon our distinctive mind
Then the malicious human propels for the heinous act;
Like the friend hatched the conspiracy against friend
To make him defame by hook or by crook,
And always scared for their superficial image
Anti-socials conspires a plot to kill the rich;
People plunged into conspiracy by abnormally
When promises broken without follow it properly,
Nobody knows when wicked idea would harass them
And the bizarre events of conniving are in a romp;
Peoples minds became a full of unlawful plan
When the truth seduces by the liar as its grimiest effect of humiliation;
The indistinct way to abuse the victims to grab the amenities
And attacking with the concealed dagger in their sweet talks;
People who deserved to be ignored, shunned by conspiracy
By vying with others and playing game against everybody,
Person are participated, directly or indirectly
While doing the outlandish job to finish the feeble cowardly;
The theories surrounding for various unresolved death
To unravel the mask of the sinister culprit
Investigating still going to find out the mystery
And the conspiracy is dominating the world powerfully.
By
Amlan Basu
THE LOSS
There is no tear in loss, no heart break in
As because this only the past
There is no argument for betrayal
By your loyal partner
As because everything is not lost
You’re still alive in the beautiful planet
To make other partner to share
There is no sorrow to the monetary loss
You can act again with fire and pyrotechnics
Don’t cry profusely to death of your pal
And solace your mind only thinking
The next ominous turn is only for yours
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Amlan Basu
THE ISLAND
The eye fades into the land, where sea stuck innumerably
The coralline and sandy island with abundance of beauty,
The sprawling green forest in the rocks of hard
People doing their duty by adapting the climate
Binds them amazingly into the mysterious island
Solving the unavoidable with own effect;
Connecting outer world by air by water
When waves brakes continuously to the shore,
When hideaways with tranquil beaches by the romantic tourist;
Makes enriching experience for life long
Life changes drastically for some of the time
A retreat became happiest to be recharged
Sun rays into the white sand that not to be ignored,
Traveling mile after mile until the appetite fulfils
To see the unseen consequences
Curiously finding the mystery of deep silence
With a full of big spine and confidence
And swallows the passion by exploring alienate
When petal falls from the beautiful tree
Like comes fortune by deleting worse.
The island of tear and hope
Sun rays into the white sand
When fishermen and sheepherders moves in sea foam
Doing their deed with unstinted freedom,
Battling with an ambivalent variety of nature’s creation
Especially habituated with the situation
And increasing their contact with the outside world
Leaf green around the distant hard rock;
Experienced the taste of sweet and bitter
When travesty lying with the violent nature,
Traveling with the unexpected possibility
Lips moved with amazing intensity;
Faces the trauma of the typhoon with its serpentine cause
Cope out the attack of violent earthquake by habituate
Money is not the vital criterion of island life
As it established with their own resource,
Utilized the sources by the power of own state of art
There’s no choice but settled with the abundant;
Where whale surfing in the high sea
As synchronized wonderfully to the crescendo of melodrama.
Listening just wacky stories from gossiping
Felt an eerie sense of foreboding,
And the situations like invoking the supernatural
Thrilled enormously with the journey to dark into the tunnel;
When frog croaks in the night dark
Watching the purple light in the road,
The island uniquely seems sparkle
Perceived the crackling sound of the intangible;
But there is any screams or any predator
That’s only the truth of inhaling air,
Fragrance gives the entire satisfaction
Viewing the game of bare-footed children;
When petal falls from the tree
Through the world of calm atmosphere,
Watching the distant by sitting in the sea beach
Birds were flying with their free spirit;
Innocent faces are everywhere with their amiable nature
Their identity is not eroded by the outsider,
Can you believe the endless movement?
Everything is possible without any argument.
The island prevailed overall to distinguish its own
Established from their moribund condition,
Delighted to see their traditional folklore
When the people are swarming together
To show their protean bag of art and culture
And doing the repertory performance;
Spin the yarn to their approach
To oblivious everything the past,
Seeing the beautiful island by standing in balcony
When passing into the large vineyard with its abandoned beauty
When moon spreads into the night sky
By washing the body entirely;
Sailing through the water for the long
While figuring prawns in a few from the boat,
Fantastically paddling into the mangroves
A life choice with its warm embrace;
Snorkeling around a sunken boat
Nothing corrupted, nothing perverted,
And mundane things became the celestial
Like everything is very personal.
The islander were quiet happy
With their freedom without any slavery,
Singing enthusiastically the song to grasp
When the banyan tree standing up in its own feet
Viewing the twilight sea covering to a black shade
Flamingo moving flamboyantly in the side;
The incredible visual display
That inspired to loaned out and hang for a couple of day,
Coral formation in everywhere
Primal connection to the nature of universe;
The moments never come again
Great vibrant colors with hot sensation,
A cashew tree did some delicate pruning
That’s really the mood like beguiling;
Mind got privileged like an islander
And attracts its meadows, orchards to the foreigner,
Nobody can comprehend why it is
Separately without coming into this;
A strong feeling of glistening sea water
And the island nicely became the serious pointer.
By
Amlan Basu
THE TREND TO SKIP MOVIES
When we see the present diminishing trend to viewing movies
That people just neglected the theatres for the exorbitant prices
And the pirated versions are largely shows in every nook and corner
As because the public pay the affordable prices to see films,
Infants and toddlers are going secretly to see the films of adult
Create the filthy environment without understanding anything
People waiting for the DVD without going into the multiplex
And prefer to see the movies to their own preference;
When the less expensive Plasma screen and home theatre became popular
That the incredible choices to confined with the entertainment
Video creates a revolution with hundreds of channels
People tends to sit their home with pay-per-view digital cable
And gleefully see the movies by the help of DVD rental service
By become among the millions of ever-growing subscriber,
The big budget, over-hyped movies are not able to luring the people
With the archaic, ambiguous, complicated and non-existent plots
Tacky, tawdry and tasteless remake seduced the all
Or the sequel were totally less classic than original
And people don’t see any unmatched classic quality;
The climax doesn’t have the throb of the earlier forays
As because the film doesn’t moves with whiplash velocity
The yardsticks are degraded with the films of lacking quality
And the box office is no longer sustainable for the future,
The needs of the viewers are changing rapidly
As fluffy films doesn’t manage to hold their attention
Really the cinema floundering with the dying out
There is not any movie really became blockbuster than past;
Films incurred the loses on their initial stages
And went largely unseen by the quick death
Promoting lavishly the movie like an event
As because every film have a lot of stake to recoup the exact
To impressed the audience by this gimmick
But the discerning people soon understand the trick
And throw it out to became totally disastrous,
When the upcoming fare worried the people tremendously
And the movie studios are unable to deliver subsequent releases
To keep the excitement for the long to earn revenues
While the ennui deep-rooted to carry through the year.
By
Amlan Basu
THE STRANGER
The stranger comes all at once
With a tousled brown hair and tattered dress
Not traceable his motive, not known his accomplish
Mind plagued with uncertainty and anxiety,
It didn’t spurs me to trust him
Simple become difficult to me
That I’ve not looked him before
By gesturing politely bending the head;
I’ve astonished but not convinced
He repeatedly tell the lie to squeezing money
And stubbornly trying to touch my leg
Though I’ve undecided yet to take a step,
I don’t want to fall into any trap unnecessarily
When the anger raged in me, I rebuked him quite gently
When it was the hardest thing I’ve ever done
There is no reflection, no uneasiness and no pain;
Everything seems like the ground reality
In his careless and hollow face
I shut the door in front of him
That’s the sordid part I experienced.
I’ve met again the stranger, I don’t expected
He laughed at me by smoking a cigarette
I’ve no word to say but asked his identity directly
Without losing my temper instantly,
He replied and implied through a distinctive way
What I can’t understand properly
But his innocent sigh taught me something
I took him to my house as an unknown guest;
And gave him some money to spend
He became very obliged to me
I admire his tolerance and endurance
What he has acquired by his character,
I don’t understand his weird habit
Why he is living with his doomed pride?
He supposed to live like his head high by doing good deed
His vision is not clear as a crystal;
I know he is neither looked dangerous nor innocuous
But I never expected his presence again
I’ve not given the stand and support he desires
My door will not open for the mysterious,
I’m not feeling guilty to avoid him
And fully aware of the chemistry of an alien
When finally he had gone and never come
My eye glisten and I breathed a sigh of relief,
Suddenly I’ve seen the sky is clear, not the dark one
I’ve learnt the trauma of a stranger
That reflected life long in my heart
But surely life isn’t always the passive.
By
Amlan Basu
THE JOURNALIST
Journalist daringly to do the difficult task
By reporting of news to inform the public
That’s the restless soul to serve for the difficult mission
Presenting an accurate picture of the real world,
Bring idea of truth about everyday happening
Fizzling out the challenge without stung by humiliation
Not bothering any physical assault or death threatening
Create the ripples with good news by gladdening everybody
And restricts the tension by informing the bad news cleverly;
Keep shining against the daunting odds
Remained firmly entrenched to the root
Worth fully devoting time to handle the unknown
With full of wisdom and tacit knowledge,
Can gauge the pulse of people instantly
Not buckle into any under pressure
Not showed any greedy interest to take any bribe
Confined to the daily cup of tea sincerely;
The buoyant spirit of true original
Without any sense of foreboding and loss
Wins hand down every time with exception
Keeping the dust on the face and dirt on the hands out in the field,
Waving rusty swords, sticks and iron rods with harmless
Became the crowd’s hunger for violence when ill-fated
Handling the deeply embarrassing moments with gut and grit
Obliged to keep the information secret, when sorely needed;
Coming under the prying eyes when become the target for wrong reason
That can’t bogged the person down in the high-velocity world
Resist the temptation by applying the quick grasp of mind
Working grueling day and night when required,
Truly abiding the sense of duty and responsibility
Obliged to keep the information sources
Totally secret when necessary to public
Moving promptly with the vigilant eye;
Not infuriated while failed to evoke a response
Going everywhere, anywhere where nobody goes
To collect the daily buffet of information
Rake up the issue to rebirth of dying news,
And penning superbly with the language
Become the savior when the news snow-balled
By the flamboyancy of glib and quick on the lip
It’s the unanimous choice to share the arduous journey
But the Journalists proceed to set their priorities right.
By
Amlan Basu
EARLY MORNING
Every morning comes early with a habit
Tells you to remove your dirty from face,
Through washing with water and towel
And make a new face for the day of all;
Then immersing the body into water
By bathing gracefully with a joy to revive,
Your umpteen mind cells as caviar
And catching the train for survive.
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Amlan Basu
THE VALENTINE DAY
Inviting the female loved one to an exclusive candle-lit dinner
By celebrating the romance, make her feel like a queen
Their forbidden love reaches its maturity
Revive the old, broken and forgotten affair
Kissed simultaneously for the seconds
Redefine love and sex on their own term
To celebrate your love for your wife by hugging and cuddling
Add spice in life by exchanging wedding vows
Expressing the prime value for each other
A Valentine is nothing like for the beauty or physical body
Being affectionate and saying kind words
But the cupid and red rose is not the happiness
It’s the gift of undivided attention to your partner
That truly from your heart without considering all of the distractions
Firmly appreciate the partner by making love
The valentine’s day to practice through man and woman
As love is not only the instant gratification
It is still commitment, monogamy and loyalty
To shove off your rivals by making love
When secret admirer reminds the aloneness
And cued enthusiastically to be noticed
When wishing gracefully for the hope
A Valentine is nothing like the blessings
Of love which take for granted
The sign of strong ness by love making companions
That for everybody who perfectly valued it
As because the love is not lost in the mundane world
The eye can’t ignore expression of generous love
It can’t be false by anyway
The valentine’s evokes the sacrifice for love
With it’s solidity and permanence
The soft touch of the rose petal can’t be poisonous
Love endlessly lusting for each other
Actually manages to touch a chord to become friends
To learn the love when it hurts more
Waiting for the day with amazing resilience
Made her feel loved in the unique
When one isn’t free to express feeling directly
But giving gifts and made me feel something
It can’t be describe spent much time together
A quality that really endears
And the Valentine’s day served the purpose with the true significance.
By
Amlan Basu
PARENTS
How you can ignore your parents by justifying their worth?
Besides their invaluable contribution in your life
By growing you from child to adult of full human
Give you the auspicious name to be identified rather than became unknown,
Nurturing your tenderness gently with the care
Through the fatherly affection and motherly love
You can’t imagine how they became meaningful
By giving you the life of birth into the world of beautiful;
By breathing into the air to became the part of the lively earth
Seeing the sunshine and moon light in the astonishing universe
Providing you the nutritious food to live strongly with the colourful life
Give you the proper education to became civilized,
Give you everything you need, behave with you like a mentor
Love you enormously that can’t became harmful predator
Who always craving for your good by give their blessing
They wanted to see you successful in every stepping;
The parent can’t demand you anything by return
But expects your obey and respectability as their children
Bearing all bitterness of life to make you stable person
As a perennial process to survive you for the next generation,
When the children became one of the parents of their kids
The rotation follows the traditional process
Don’t have the gut to seeing children in tatters
The tears secretly fall from their affectionate eyes;
Their blind faiths always treat you as compassion
Guide you constantly to became the hero of the generation
To protect you from any type of problems and miseries
And do their earnest deed to become the great parents.
By
Amlan Basu
TREES
The evergreen beauty, I don’t want to miss anymore the trees
Spreads its branches widely into the sky for the good causes,
That stands silently in the abandoned rain, summer, snow and winter
When the pungent leaves fallen into my body, I became admirer;
And witnessing the great sensation with the earth’s natural creation
That’s circularly entangled with both for interdependent connection,
When birds twirling into the trees to rest without any interruption
And the insignificant insects crawling into branches towards the destination;
The beauty seems not found anywhere, when I’m trying to climb up high
To enjoying the adventure to understand the distance above the ground,
By viewing the grown up blossoms, when taking recess into your shelter
Gives the message of patience and endurance to rediscover the grandeur;
Don’t shows any anxiety, Don’t fear about death of unseen mystery
Conquering everybody by representing in earth through permanent longevity,
Cues everybody to come beneath your shade to share some precious moment
When I pick up the nutritious coconut, when I pick up the beautiful rose;
Some odd bits of my soul as well, that can’t be expressed into words
I find you in landscapes, in gardens, in forest, everywhere in the earth surfaces,
I fall truly into your love; I seek your help to give me consolation in my dissolution
When your green grass became crusty after trampled by the people of big portion;
You weep secretly without any objection, you don’t know the reason
When the people cut down largely to diminish you for the useful wood
And make the furniture for their use, as shingle used on the home roof;
Without showing any little spine to see the trees crumbling to its end
But you know the truth, they are doing lessen the balance of environment
Finally you wait earnestly with amazing resilience when good day will come.
By
Amlan Basu
THE ROBOT
The multifunctional automatic machine, in the finest form of a human
When the scientific intelligence grab the centre of attention,
Doing simultaneously both the useful and harmful job
And how wonderfully do a variety of complex task
The ever-tested method to accomplish your work;
Used to do work in order to make things easier for the human
With capacity to perceive and comprehend meaning to given situation,
That can be either remote controlled or be completely autonomous
The robot motivates us to use of its super power for general purpose;
Science gives us the advancement of technology
That’s really the handful of things done in a minute astonishingly,
Mind chills enormously with a joy, how impossible can do a robot?
History is now past and the mass is going for the new revolution
Those defy all the barriers at ease without the help of none;
When the big people moves with the quantum leap
With rapid upgrading of skills to conduct the robot programmed,
The distracted hearts the solution for their daily affair
Through ride the pinnacle of glory with whoops and laughter;
As because the invention of Science is always for benefit
And welcome the robotic process vociferously with good faith.
By
Amlan Basu
LIBERATION
When I got liberated from the pre-occupied mind
And breaking the barrier of bondage,
While became self-sufficient to take a critical decision
By juxtaposing with opposite direction;
Finding the tremendous possibilities from difficulties
Mind is enjoying with a peculiar happiness
And solace over-powering into my face,
I have finds my inner energy
To make a resolution in universe;
Planned proactively to fructify the things
I am not a rebel in disguise,
To misuse my quantum liberation
I am dancing in my mind with rhythmic sound;
And I wanted to become the magnet of all
In a mood of cyclic pleasure,
Then nobody can hold me to doing something
As because I am much stronger than before.
By
Amlan Basu
THE DRUNKEN DISASTER
Getting highly drunk in a dinner party
And totters drastically out of style,
The woman dressed in a pink garment
Badly stumbled towards the bathroom;
His husband in the suit and tie
Sinking towards the granite floors,
Put a clumsily lecherous arm
Around the reluctant hostess;
As coffee splashed into porcelain demitasse cups
The woman in the red dress returned,
Sank sloppily into her chair
But on the way across the room;
He slipped and went down like a tray of dishes
His wife screamed to seeing him being hurt,
He replied somehow in a slow toned voice
“Nothing, just lay down for a little nap
Can I burn a smoke for my recess?”
It’s the scenes of old-fashioned drunken carnage
Slurred speech, broken crockery,
Broken legs and arms, broken spirits
Broken marriages and broken dreams.
By
Amlan Basu
THE CONSCIENCE
Happiness is not an enormous joy
It sounds a hollow in my inner-self
The little pleasure in a short span of life
After crossing into a lot of despondent,
Moving through the life’s uncertainty
And fighting every moment for the existence
I like to live with the hurdle
To cope out obstacles with steadiness;
The world is in mayhem with the fidayeen attack
And how to tackle the perverse mindset
Growing drastically under the patriarchal mentality
To boycott the hypocrite socials
And dissolving the arm-twisting tactics.
I am asking for the fair-play and justice
But unable to tackle the falsehood
Trying to crack down the demon’s modus-operandi
And unmasked the culprit,
With oodles of gut and gumption
I am always devoted and dedicated towards the original
The bureaucratic nature of opportunists
Rule me to break their backbone;
The world is woven into a tapestry of complexity
Unleashing nightmares is not possible in overnight
The unbridled terrors by sheepish people
And must have to mitigate the simmering tension
When my conscience is echoed the same.
By
Amlan Basu
WOMAN IN LOVE
Do you consider my love as a woman?
I will give you the guarantee of more than hundred percent
Amidst of my honesty and sincerity
Loyalty, sacrifice mentality and adaptability,
I know how to love and to be loved
How do I describe myself?
I would like myself to be a tropical storm
Chaos with streaks of lightening;
Fun, colourful, entertaining and mysterious
My friends say I am a people of magnet
Because I am like the splinters of true cross
Everybody wants a piece of me,
I believe in discreet romance from anything
Without any reservation
No jack of lad, no hidden secret
Only the genuine relationship.
A sweet kiss of my boy-friend
With hugging and cuddling in bed
That’s I cannot forget ever
My passionate mind seeks the conformity every day,
With refreshing love of attraction
I detest totally the meaningless egoistic attitude
And the hollow expression of gender masculinity
I don’t like a man of hypocrite;
I am a Hopeless Romantic of the worst kind
I take what I am told with a grain of salt
I don’t like the person that is just getting his kicks
And have really no intentions to follow,
It truly is just time wasting
And frankly I don’t have time to waste
I am a good catch, I don’t suffers fool very well
And I am a straight shooter
I require total honesty, commitment and honour;
Someone that I can wake up next to every morning
And know that I am his lady
That he loves me as much as I love him,
I want my first love and last love,
I want a potential friend, lover or husband
I am not here to play games with others
And I also expect any game playing
There is no malice in my love.
Love is relieving, love is touching
Love is healing, love is fellow-feeling
Love is far more from physical relationship
Love make me the constant hope for long-lived,
Love encourages me to do the noble things
Love is energetic, love is optimistic
I don’t want any trauma in my love
I am sure I have my quirks like anyone;
I am willing to embark on a blissful journey
And get infinite happiness from my love.
By
Amlan Basu
HATE MONGER
People are absent minded from the nationalism
And hates everything like enemies
Motivated towards the vicious criticism
With a lot of anger and denouncement,
Comparing with other countries
Without seeing any good for the country
Feels insecure in every bit of moment
Turning situation more complex;
Prefers to go abroad for the betterment
By overlooking the enormous opportunity
In their respective countries,
There is no integrity, no nationalism
Only the absolute misconception
Like a malicious disease spreads wildly
People are lacking with love and commitment
And forget to feel love for their motherland;
They are really scoundrel to abolish
All defines nationalism for themselves
When the most damning indictment prevails
People looses their identity as a citizen,
Nationality is not the homogeneity
But, just allowed to care own ways
So, come all the hate mongers
And make a value judgment for the country.
By
Amlan Basu
HOW DO I DESCRIBE MYSELF
I am a person of pure genius
I am no jack of lads
Chopping the rough sea with ease
Precious like a hidden and rare gem
Dynamite of all concerns
Savior of all problems
Churn out the butter from the milk
Carve a niche for myself
Break the jinx of cold war
Bounce back with insatiable spirit
Defy the rules for improvisation
Just damn good at something
Lives according to my own standards
Plan mentally in amazing details
Absorbs facts and figures
Like a sponge soaks up water
To be the centre of attention
Gives love and devotion without any reservation
Dislike the ordinary repetitive chores
Rarely see the obstacles on the road to success
Intensely loyal in anything
Roll up the sleeves to help always
So open and transparently honest
Completely free of malice
Can never successfully tell a lie
Cheerful way to invite friendship
Eyes are sparkle and twinkle
With refreshing humour
Precisely plans in a down to the earth way
What to do and how to do
Maverick and versatile
With blue-chip brilliance
Thinking always the out-of-box
An unerring eye for opportunity
A vivid imagination to explore
And a fine-honed sense of creativity
Just forgive an injury
And don’t go for revenge
Unique ability to succeed in projects
Which have been abandoned
Amazingly profound with insight and intuition
Just uncanny and revealing
One stop ahead from everybody
Trudging up mountains easily
I am an original maverick
With a protean bag of tricks
I am following the eclectic approach
While creating an immutable style of own
I am in the upper crest
I have touched the pinnacle of glory
In my successful career
Not diverting from real priorities
Know the value of commitment
I spell-bound everybody
Through my mesmerizing speeches
I am not buckle in under-pressure
I am perfectionist with good ethics and principle
My insight is always path-breaking
I am paradoxically motivated
As because I have high ideals
And strong humanitarian feelings
I am a non-conformist
By living according to my own standards
I am being able to plan amazing details
As I have a quick grasp of detailing power
I am consistently patient and persevering
With cautious and methodical
I have a concerted effort to pursue goals relentlessly
I am invariably telling the plain and unvarnished truth
I am so open and transparently honest
I am always free of malice
My eyes are sparkle and twinkle
With refreshing humour
I am defying the conventional rules for the noble cause
I am independent with the expression of freedom
I am always weeding out the odds
I am pleasant in demeanor but broody at times
I am astonished awfully profound sense
I am always epitomize the new suave style
I believed in tempestuous love
I am a protagonist
I always put my best foot forward
By
Amlan Basu
OH KOLKATA
I smell Kolkata with my eye closed
My nose to follow,
Its many splendored fragrance trails
From several variety of fish
To delicious mind-boggling smell of sweets;
I live Kolkata, breathe Kolkata
The city of art and culture
The city of acute drama crazy people
Devoted whole-heartedly for greater pleasure,
The city of poet Rabindranath Tagore
The city of spiritual guru Swami Vivekananda
The birth place of several genius and legends
The sweetly accented gentleman-ship;
The emotional people of Kolkata
Where is nothing deter
To do something to make a niche,
Where the spirited generation
Arrange the memorable Durga Puja festival
With aesthetically crafted decoration
And light, music and decoration
Pleasing the people of bengalies and other people
From different walks of life;
The ardent love of football
Makes Kolkata a rare city
The massive sensation of truly hearts
Attracts everybody through vigour,
There is a procession always
In every nook and corner for auspicious reason,
That’s very touching, that’s very appealing
That’s very romantic, that’s very passionate
The character the open secret.
By
Amlan Basu