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A Young Star

by

Mandira Ghosh



The pathfinder looses his path
In midst of the Milky Way
He is unable to decipher the codes.

A dying star refuses to die
Refuses to turn into a Black Hole.
Dies with his own weight
Reaches our own Chandrasekhar limit.

Did the planets roam around it?
Did it possess satellites of its own?
Tired, but stimulating
Devoted loves?

Death allows to create once again
A negative eternity moving towards positive.
A new star, a new love
Everything has its own time and luck.

Time getting older than even sunís memory
A billions years from now or then
A young star has taken birth in a new galaxy!
A planet moves once again around him,
So dedicatedly revolves around him
Morning, afternoon, evening or night
Just like our own earth, our own world.

Rays again fall today
Over cuckooís nests
Hyenaís dens
Invoking death
Inserting hope
Heralding the onset of spring once again.
Heralding the onset of the timely monsoon over golden fields
Over the ersatz homes of the Siberian cranes.

Ten billion light years from now
A star has taken birth in a young nursery.
Just now.


Courage

by

Mandira Ghosh


A ceaselessly rotating, exhausted earth
Revolving constantly around the sun, felt
It was too boring, too tiresome, extremely monotonous
Once in a while she needed a change in rotation
Once in a while she needed a change in the revolution
She needed a change drastically
Still she carried on.

She carried on, since she sensed
A disaster may occur in our lives
If she changed her mind
If she changed the direction
Where would be our spring?
Where would be the sunshine on autumn fields
When would the moon rise?
How would the sun smile?

Millions of years, nay may be billions
Inspired by our sun
Placid earth, undaunted revolving around the sun
To provide us with warmth and spring
Undaunted summer, merciless summer
Stubborn winter, beauteous spring
Golden autumn, rain lashing in appropriate time
Monsoon around my classroom
Carrying the burden of countless lives
Herself on her fragile bones
Teaching us discipline, strength and determination
Returning home every time
As a winner of course.

Mother, dear mother
They call you placid, docile, sacrificing, tolerant!

But made of steel, determined you are
Molten lava you carry in your womb
How have you tolerated us,
Hungry, selfish, self-centred and cruel
All these millions of years?

Limitless

by

Mandira Ghosh



Crossing the infinity alone
Undauntedly the unmanned craft moves ahead
The point drifts apart
There is nothing as forward or backward in space_

Through the tease of space and time
I move on
Leaving galaxies behind
Or forward
The sensory nerves refuse to obey.

Rays falling on my optic nerves
Unable to distinguish darkness from light
Yellow or red
Death or life.

Relative to you
I am dead.
Relative to Him
I am alive.

Am I dead
Or I am living?

Tired of rotating in the universe
My body crosses, boundary of the limit
Emerging with the infinite
Transcends the order of death and beyond
In the expanding universe
I am crossing the infinity all alone.
As limit canít cross time
Time canít cross the limit.
Series of waves rising and falling
There goes the infinite process.

Limitless

by

Mandira Ghosh



Crossing the infinity alone
Undauntedly the unmanned craft moves ahead
The point drifts apart
There is nothing as forward or backward in space_

Through the tease of space and time
I move on
Leaving galaxies behind
Or forward
The sensory nerves refuse to obey.

Rays falling on my optic nerves
Unable to distinguish darkness from light
Yellow or red
Death or life.

Relative to you
I am dead.
Relative to Him
I am alive.

Am I dead
Or I am living?

Tired of rotating in the universe
My body crosses, boundary of the limit
Emerging with the infinite
Transcends the order of death and beyond
In the expanding universe
I am crossing the infinity all alone.
As limit canít cross time
Time canít cross the limit.
Series of waves rising and falling
There goes the infinite process.

Cosmos

by

Mandira Ghosh



The cosmos is a unique sculpture
A dynamic creation
A continuous kinetic destruction
The limitless body lies static for a fraction
In grass and frost
In myriad forms.

The formless has forms
The mover Himself is motion
Time, space, as also matter moves
In an unknown motion
In an inimitable fashion
In orbits we canít fathom.

Unintelligible gestures
Brains try to decode
The waves and its functions
With exceptional energy.
The body decomposes
Untimely deaths and uneasy births
Are treated as uncivil laws
Blames the ruler and the laws
The cause and effects
Of an incomprehensible dynamism.

Unparalleled energy tries to convey
To the denizens of a very dear earth
In a sculpture every line functions
Cosmos never follows arbitrary laws.

Blue Earth

by

Mandira Ghosh



In the heart of the cosmos
Blue earth swings
On her unfinished journey
A few fortunate ones
Visualise her beauty.

The brown muddy land
Overshadowed by the azure of the blue
While the pregnant clouds shower more water
To make her more blue.

In the mountains Shiva drinks poison
His throat has transformed into poisonous blue
Moves in the Cosmos
His blue throat and body
Camouflaged in the fathomless blue
In the cosmos He hovers around
Krishnaís feet and throat too transform into blue
Both drink the sins of innumerable sinners
Mingle in the oceanic cosmos.

My emptiness is blue, azure is the ether
And thus the fullness too.