The Train

The whistle blows, the crows caw
The engine puffs, the coaches chuff
The train starts,
Onward to its destiny

It was a long, hard day in Kolkata. My friend and I had roaming all round throughout the day, and now it was time for me to return to my nest. We had a great time, sharing a lot, and meaning a lot.

Autumn

This is one of my personal favourites, dated 30th September, 1998.

After a long period of heavy rain
Whenever you look up at the sky
And see white feather-like clouds
floating, and smell the sweet
smell of the on-coming winter,
You know it is autumn.

Whenever you see the red-ball
Glowing brightly in the sky as a
valuable ruby in a bale of cotton;
And you are able to feel the
weak warmth in your heart; Gladly
you remember it is autumn.

When you see the rivers, lakes
Full to the brim, and
the rippling waves shine in the
moonlight as a mirror, and
at last all merge in one,
You know it is autumn.

When you move out of your
pilgrimage for a rendezvous,
And travel along the margin
of the greenest trees, your heart
is filled with the smell of joy,
You feel it is autumn.

When you travel to the country
And see the lush green fields
in full bloom with God's mercy;
And also see the little creatures
Playing out to their heart's content
You recollect it is autumn.

When you notice the hustle-bustle
of city life pause for a while,
And people rejoice in the pujas,
hear the hallelujah, foster the
uniting spirit of universal fraternity
You learn it is autumn.

And this is my revised version.....now come come....don't ask for the version management and the requirement spec......

After four months of heavy rain
Whenever you look up at the sky
And see white feather-like clouds
floating, and smell the sweet
smell of the on-coming winter,
You know it is autumn.

Whenever you see the Sun
Glowing brightly in the sky as a
valuable ruby in a bale of cotton;
And you are able to feel the
weak warmth in your heart; Gladly
you remember it is autumn.

When you see the rivers, lakes
Full to the brim, and
the rippling waves shine in the
moonlight as a mirror, and
at last all merge in one,
You know it is autumn.

When you move out of your
pilgrimage for a rendezvous,
And travel along the horizon
of the greenest trees and a blue sky,
your heart is filled with the smell of joy,
You feel it is autumn.

When you travel to the country
And see the lush green fields
in full bloom, with God's mercy;
And also see the little creatures
Playing out to their heart's content
You recollect it is autumn.

When you notice the hustle-bustle
of city life pause for a while,
And people rejoice in the pujas,
hear the hallelujah, foster the
uniting spirit of universal fraternity
You learn it is autumn.

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In the woods

This is one of the last poems I wrote before the interest ebbed or rather discontinued to be honest, dated 20th March, 1999.

The Sun was at its fiery best
when I entered the woods, my
rifle steady at my hand, and
my dog close to my heels.
It was a rabbit we had chased,
and that silly, weak creature
had almost given up. It was not
before long my rifle found its
target, and the dogs were mad
with joy.

As we rested in the cool woods,
my heart full to the brim with
the delight of a winner(victorious
over a rabbit). But what was it
I had killed that day? Was it a
mere weak creature, unsuited to
the world and the object of our
cruel mind? Or was it a sweet
little living being God had created
to add to the variety of HIS
wonderful creations?
It is a long time since; but still
now I have found no answer.
I feel guilty.

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Last midnight

This one is dated 19th March, 1999.

It was dot-on-twelve, and
I woke. I wasn't really in deep
slumber, but something woke me.
It was not a nightmare, nor the
oppressive heat which disturbed me.
Was it due to a faint sound, faint to
the normal ear, but beat in my mind
like a gong? But then I saw, faint,
dark, massive, crouching slowly by me.
'Your hour is past now, come
Let's go', and then realisation
slowly dawned upon me.
All these years I worked
akin to a machine, but for whom?
I had earned nothing which was
going to bring me peace in my eternal
sleep. And then, in that last summer
midnight of my life, I wept and lamented
for not being able to live up to the
rules prepared by God for I was no
altruist.

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Poems

I had a poor habit when I was a bit younger, I used to create trash on paper...sorry, poems and not trash. How can you call them trash when they are so close to your heart? Now after so many years, I feel the glow and love for those creations rekindle inside me...and so is the love for poems, love for good literature. I have planned to post those little pieces out over here as it is..Now that I go through them, I can feel and compare my mindset, my capabilities and maturity. I will also then try and refine and poslish those creations and perhaps make them better without changing or affecting the original theme.