Saturday, March 26, 2011

Beauty is a brief season



Beauty is a brief season


And the soul an eternity in time


If your love for me is truly ..true


Love me without the seasonal hues


The hair shall fall like Autumnal change


And spring bring forth wrinkles new-


The lines..a creak shall sound only louder


Where Green be mixed with Grey



© 2011 Maitreyee Bhattacharjee Chowdhury


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Saturday, March 19, 2011

The prayer of a four legged creature


I am but a four legged creature
Tethered on an animal called man,
Killing and skinning are words so new
That this best of the lord’s creation has taught us so-
We learnt not the art of hating that is so in vogue today
Teach us not the ‘art of living’ beneath a mind so guile-
Big dreams do people dream, But we have urges so few
For some such mundane pleasures,
That would fill our lives, with joy unbound and true
To be as free as the bird that sings,
It’s, swan- song from the skies above.
To move with total abandon, not to fear,
No more threats not even from one self
To be as light as the wind,
To be like the soaring imaginations--------
Not chained in some body’s backyard or crouching in the wild
Free is what we want to be
Not a fossil for history in time..
Treat us not like worn ornaments, shorn and worn of display
Freedom from those nasty minds
Is all that we ask for today-


© 2011 Maitreyee Bhattacharjee Chowdhury

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Thursday, March 10, 2011

Humdrum Life



And when I am naked, of giving all I have
Still I would search for the lack of the ‘I’
If love were so easy as lust were to ‘He’
Happiness would be mine, forever mine……


© 2011 Maitreyee Bhattacharjee Chowdhury

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Monday, March 7, 2011

In one breath I- The Allah, the Chrish, the Radhe Shyam


In one breath I am the Allah, the Christ, The Radhe Shyam

Swallow me if you will and still I shall sing O Hari O ghanshyam...

Stash me not into closets deep

Seek me within a heart that sleeps

And when it awakens from a slumber so deep

The Allah, the christ they are still within your deep


© 2011 Maitreyee Bhattacharjee Chowdhury

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Thursday, March 3, 2011

To you these verses I give my daughter



To you these verses I give my daughter

In the hope that ..

When tomorrow you shall perhaps truly live

And see me as the I that were

Your memory and it's fragrance of me

Like ancient and delicate China

Be preserved in fossils sweet

And waft into the mind a song...

Terrific and yet so deep

In thine fresco s of fragility

Of a love that's but divine


These verses of mine shall remain-

All but Yours and Mine -

And then you can mull them over

And find the ME in vain

In pages of serendipity and love

A mother never refrained







© 2011 Maitreyee Bhattacharjee Chowdhury

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