Counting Breaths to my Death

Having long lost it,

Each trial towards recognition 

Is met with deafening disaster,

Leaving me breathless and bound

To the rusted earthly body -

Naked and Numb!

And I find the grip of my hand

Slipping away silently by the second,

And the ship of my hopeless dreams

Sinking slowly in the sand,

Where the only pool of water

Is by my drenched face of tears!

Hence, I stare now, looking for a shade,

And I see two paths that lead to a tree -

One with a thousand thorns, but is shorter,

And the other one paved, but tedious and long -

Which one shall I choose

To save my burning skin from the sun?

This world of lucid lies

Made of Beautiful Butterflies -

Thrives on leaves of tender olives,

Resembling the hope as it dies,

So, shall I travel for a quicker gain,

Or, embark for long with lesser pain?

They say, Timeless I am,

Beyond fear, beyond pain,

Riding through tides of time.

But, I feel wanting, watching -

On crutches of crumbling faith -

Counting Breaths to my Death!

-- Bhaskar Ghosh 

Sun, 22 Feb 2026,

1:26 pm, Kolkata

सच्चा स्वरूप - True Self

धीरे धीरे खेल की

गति धीमी होगी,

स्मृति धूमिल होगी, और

पहचान मिटती जायेगी,

जो दुनिया रचाया था

हमने सर में, खुदबखुद

समय उसे भुला देगा।

अपने अस्तित्व का वर्चस्व -

कुछ करने का नशा, वह

घमंड की बुलंदी हमारी -

काल कमज़ोर कर देगा

भुजाओं की ताकत हमारी।

भ्रम के हौसलें टूटेंगे, और

वह मुट्ठी भी खुल जायेगी।

अगर आज अगणित

झोंकों के नोकझोंक से

इतनी सी अकल आ जाए -

कि सृष्टि के सजाए इस

सपने में, खुश होते

तड़पते हम नहीं, कोई और है,

करते हम नहीं, कोई और है...

तो अंत में जब मिटेगी माया,

और सच की सूरत दिखलेगा,

तब यह गिला, यह अफसोस,

कुछ खोने की मायूसी,

यह झांसा न रहेगा मन में,

अपने सच्चे स्वरूप की शकल को

हम दिल से मान पाएंगे।

-- नयन,

बृहस्पतिवार, 9 जून, 2022

पटना

(Image Courtesy: https://www.consciouslifestylemag.com/true-self-finding-your-spiritual )

togetherness

it just went so quick,

our time today,

that we together spent,

but relished we both,

every moment of it,

and we failed to notice

how fast it flew...

but just realised

that today it was of joy, 

but tomorrow it can be

one of grief or pain or angry fight

or may be that of 

blissfullness and ecstacy...

so, let our time

that we spend

in each other's company

be remembered for our 

unselfish togetherness,

for true love is unbounded,

true compassion limitless...

let not moments of

unexpectations

puncture our joy within

with pellets from the outside,

but our togetherness

be our strength and patience

that we will need 

to walk this path 

to our ultimate union!

-- nayan

Sun, 9th Aug 2020

9.42pm

Coimbatore