KOBITA AND ME

Posted on by Sushil Rudra

Kobita, In my language, is a Poem , like a beautiful girl , Who is my companion of Life for ever. If you love or not, it will wrapped you in your dreams,or in unconscious mind, even When you’re in trouble, or in isolation,It will come to you.

It’s just like the shadow of your consciousness, Poems are your thought’s companions, – The way you walk , it is always with you; When the Tsunami and the earthquake take place in the heart now and then, It also reports like a skilled journalist their pain and sorrows in an unique language. Snapshot the photos of it with great attention. Poems walk on the way of our country , along with man , it rests and sleeps and goes to bed. And even sits on the precious sofa. They look into the bleeding heart of the man , You and me, as they are wrapped in our travel, Even become hurt in pain or glee.

KOBITA , now take rest for sometime, don’t follow me. You and me living together in love and in sorrow, In the spring and showers of the rains for a long time .Now let me live alone, Rather let me bathe in music or give me some brush and colours for painting my woe, Or sink into deep sea of the colour’s , Where there is no shadow of life , But a peaceful dream and glee. Where I move , may it be near or far , Kobita you are there with me .

In sorrow, in spring, in rain and pain , Kobita not far away from me .

Let Set Go

Posted on by Sushil Rudra
Swami Vivekananda in Meditation

We love this earth and it’s true . We are always being trapped , and wrapped with worldly life, Get no space for fresh breathe , Gradually dying into honey and money . But in an one morning , we feel that we won’t to be captivated , We don’t have to get any further wealth, We desire only love of our nearer and dearer one, And touch of fresh air like our mother earth .

We don’t want to cry for power like an emperor , Nor we expect such fabulous welcome like an distinguished one from my

host , Only a tiny room and

some mediocre lunch and tea with breakfast for the day . Have a good bathe ,

and some fellow travelers

to roam distant places of our motherland ; To visit rivers and mountains , The people and their livelihood, Of various cultures ,And to make an hearty friendship, but nonetheless .

Never get chained with our family and friends, Don’t look behind for them .

March on forward for unknown path, Where for a long time , eagerly waiting your father , who is your real friend.

We couldn’t recognise him in the crowded path , Nor we notice him in the idol in temple, But He is omnipresent , and in all,

Seek him in the mass ,

He is the king of the kings,

beggars of the beggars , He is in you and in me, and us, And get friendship with Him for ever , Never forget in fame or in work .

We born for work , not for fame. So only love him,serve him , Sometimes rebuke him, lost him, But finally gain him , It’s all the same . You never enjoy anywhere , Nor even in heaven. Remember, what you see ,which you touch and which you love through your senses – All these are temporal, Don’t be attached with these , Only drive in deep ocean of love,

Otherwise, nothing gain.

Nothing fame for you.