INTERNATIONAL INSTITUTE FOR TRAINERS: 26 Principles of Life

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Artist Statement:

I have long utilized art as a form of emotional escapism, and as a means of visual communication.Born in India in 1971, during a time of great struggle between India and Pakistan war ."Like a burning candle within my soul,surrounded by the darkness of night,art has continuously taken me on many journeys of self expression and realization.Because those injured and beaten down rarely speak,I find cause to fulfill a creative purpose.My ultimate goal is to encourage and to uplift human hearts through the universal language of art."

Kumuda Ranjan Panda

E-Mail:

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Objective

Positions to head in the training/marketing in a frontline organisation where an extensive experience in Human Resources, Logistics, Personnel, Admin, Management Education & Quality Management will be fully utilized.

Professional Profile

Management Skills

§ Professional soft skills trainer with over eight years of experience, and professor in English for three years in a leading management college.
§ Zonal Trainer for the Faculties and staff members of 165 Colleges of ICFAI University ,Hyderabad
§ In depth understanding of modern training of life skills concepts viz.
Excellent analytical, communications and interpersonal skills.

Corporate Planning

Conceptualizing ideas & strategies to translate them into workable plans at functional levels through proper and need based training
Evolving business models, structuring processes and creating operational synergies.

Personnel Management & Administration Skills

Extensive training experience coupled with excellent organisational skills.
Multi tasking in order to create winning teams from diverse people in adverse situations.
Heading business initiatives training to direct operations in line with organizational objectives.
Customizing proven international models to Indian ground realities.

Knowledge

Training Modules, content Development and Policies & Procedures, Personnel, Admin, IR, Employee rights, entitlements, recruitment, selection, psychometric testing, training & development, motivation & morale,

Teaching, training & courseware preparation on OB, HRM, & Communications.

Career Highlights
served International University for Human Transformation for 4years as Trainer and head in Business Communication and Soft Skills (1994-2002) Working with ICFAI National College, Hyderabad which offers 2 year full-time MBA & MCA courses as Zonal Soft Skills Trainer . Rendered consulting to leading corporates Institute of Management Studies, Institute of Advanced Management, Williamson Magor Group of Tea Companies, International Institute of Hotel Management, Eastern Institute of Integrated Learning on Management, and other premier organizations/ institutions.

Work Experience

Feb 2005 till date.
ICFAI National College (INC) part of the ICFAI University, Hyderabad which offers 2 years full time MBA /MCA programs at 155 locations all over India.
* Joined as Trainer in the Head Office.hq,Hyderabad.
* Developed Channel partners for application sales at Dhanbad & Kolkata; UTI Bank, MBA coaching institutions, Academic Guides, Book-stores. Feb 05 – Jun 05
* have been training to 1200 faculties, staff members and more than 8000 students
* Elevated to Zonal Training & Placement role, responsible for training. 100% Summer Internship Project placements achieved . Nov 2005 - May 2006.


Other Assignments

Sep’97-Jan’00

Independent Management & Training Consultant
Associated with several clients of repute in India in the areas of Strategy, Personnel & HRD, Communications, and Organisational Development etc.

Jul’94-Aug’97

Senior Consultant-HR & QA, Vikalpa,Orissa

Management consulting in Personnel, HR and OD.

Other Distinctions
- Articles published in The Hitavada,The Indian Express (Mumbai) & The Statesman (Kolkata).
- Received several awards, certificates and applauses for extra-curricular activities.
- Excellent track record as Sportsman, Leader, Entertainer and Socialite.


Education

2002-2005 : Ph.D in Linguistics (Submitted)
2001 - 2002 : P.G.D.C.A
Sambalpur University

1992-1994 : MA in English Literature.

Personal Details
Date of Birth : July 07, 1971.
Office Address: ICFAI National College,HQ,Mira Trade Center,5thFloor,Training and Placement Division,Punjagutta Cross

Telephone : 09948704558, 09937376409

Languages Known : English, Hindi, and Oriya

Address For Communication:K.R.Panda
Trainer
ICFAI NATIONAL COLLEGE (HQ)
Mira Trade Centre
Training and Placement Dept.,5th Floo
Punjagutta Cross
Hyderabad

RELIGION, POLITICS AND POLITICIAN

Religion
A diamond
Among one thousand precious stones,
A pure white painted house of the
tender hearts and
Minds of children
In which
Four brothers
Two sisters live in
One mind, one soul
Its image is reflected as-
A mirror reflects
The true sun ray
In its realization
Satisfaction lies like...
Having a newborn baby
To a newly married couple
Religion
A dream like hopes of parents
For their children
A white bud of jasmine
To a brittle bee
In a dry summer
A palm full of water
To a voyager
Running after mirage
A cool breeze
Flowing in a hot
Impenetrable summer
A warm meeting
With beloved, kith and kin
To a soldier
Returned from the face of death and danger

Religion -a guide
A compass, a light house
To a lost voyager/traveler
In a dense forest
Amidst the violent pacific ocean
Some twinkle stars in a dark horrible night


Religion
Union of faith caste and creed
In diversity
A necklace
An ornament, sindur
To a newly married bride
On her first day

Religion
To us-the sweet fragrance of
Newly bloomed roses of spring
It reminds
The sweet valuable words of –
Lord Krishna, Christ and Allah
As-
Saver and nation builder
It gives
Life light to people
It provides
A piece of cloth
A munch of rice fry-to
A poor man in shivering cold
In intolerable hunger

A politician is a
Father, guardian
Servant, representative
In a family
In a society
Where people among
Khans, pandas and josephs
Live in-
Equality and fraternity
Politics
Since, still
Had have been
The image of the deeds of Arjuna, Rama and chanakya
Plato, Aristotle and Lincoln and statesman

Politics
A medium of smooth
Peaceful plan and social progress
A way to become
Disciplined ,humble and gentle
Like Gandhi ,Christ and Allah
Politics
A game by the genius
A mechanism of a state, nation
For all-round development
It can bow down a mountain peak
It can calm down furious tide

But now a day
The mixture of these three:
Holy positive terms
Result in
Blood bath, homicide and hatred ness
From the bullets of gun and tanks
From bursting of missile over man
With bottles of pegs
And barrels of crags
Which results in demolition of
Mandir, Masjid,Gurudwaras and Churches
hence:

what a shocking compound
that is against the law of mathematics
again the law of nature
mixture of positive and optimism
should be constructive, reformation and renaissance
but it has become
pessimistic and catastrophic
hence:
exclamations!!!!!!!!!!!!
Question marks????????????
Arise like the waves of the sea…….

RELIGION AT PRESENT



what a contrary
GRAND papa says about
religion as white as snow
as clear as glass ,crystal
as cold as marble
in it peace lies
like in death
knowledge exist
like the treasure hidden in an unknown island

its principle
as humble as a cow non violent like Gandhi
Romantic like words worth
as bold as Christ as broad as Gandhari
as dynamic as napoleon
in it the music lies like
in the flow of rivers
in the night angles songs
in coo...coo...cuckoo
in groaning of
in bamboos of jungle

but me observe,
it is as red as blood
as dirty as
Machiavelli's politics
in it violence lies like the waves of the sea
its principles
is a turn coat
notorious like Manthara
victorious like
materialist like Kauravas
as mean as shake spears Claudius
in it the cry of distress
lies like
in the tidal pebbles of sea
in the eagles greediness
in the mourning sound of a dejected lover
in the cry of a hungry tiger
what a contrary ''''''''
what they had said
and we have realized .............

NEVER A SOLUATION

Breaking of Berlin wall china wall organizing
U N O / N A T O summit and peace treaty
does not really mean compromises
if still in Somalia
in Pretoria there is death after starvation and
fighting for election
for apartheids and communalism

shaking of leaders hand clasping of hands covering of umbrella
to greet and show a worm welcome
never bring
unity and integrity
if our heart and mind is dirty

neither glasnost nor perestroika
neither liberalization nor the Free market
can bring fraternity and stability
if our heart is full of crookedness
signing of GATT/ SAARC /NPT
can never solve the problem of disintegration as long as
consciousness awareness knowledge has not
reached to the of humanity


UNEMPLOYMENT

Unemployment
is asea of desert
sea of tranquility
sea of scorpion
crumbling and slipping
having no direction
but it is a sea in mind

unemployed
is a treee of wooden structure
tree of black burnt wood
no green bird , except
vulture , eagle preys
starving for flesh
under the tree
foxes wolves hunter dogs
liquid of mouh of greediness


an unemployed
is a deaf having hearing power
a dumb being a good speaker
of the teen
blind even being selected in
air force earlier
a handicappied
being skilled physically
unemployed is sufferer
from society , family
mentally,individually
spiritually as well materially
hence a diseased like
epilepsy abnormality and parlysis

unemployed
is a illiterate with a degree
a lonely man with
thousand friends and relatives
a frustrated man seeing the youth
moving luxuriously
a jealous of
wealthy playing and dancing youth
a blamer of fate


A POET AND ITS WORLD

A poet
is a man among people
tide, a different tone
with a unique style
he observe
and give shape to the 14th day moon
of spring and winter,
half opened smile of a child
he fells
the charm of wiping shimmering tears
of his mother in happiness and in distress

he is a man
endowed with knowledge
about the world
knows how to love the mankind
but still then
he is dissatisfied
searches for truth
in incompleteness and wounded
in the responses of the people
like a dissatisfied sprit

he is a man
who hides his fragmented
burning emotion
with silence
by forgeting his
existance with patience
to expose and concentrates in people
internal suffering

humanity his religion
fraternity his principle
nature and world - his god
guide and guardian

poetry a
reflection of the pleasent
light of moon
the greatness of
sweet fragrant jusmine
the fountain song
the furous waves of sea
sometimes reaches
the peak of mountain
sometimes pit of the hell

sometime song of overwhelming passion
something song of dejection and frustration
it is a mixture of smile
tear of suffering
a relation of
soul-heart
pen-paper
nature-animal
man-society
whatever may be but the purpose is
recitation before public
stressing on relation
of truth love and peace
after readers understanding

RELATIONSHIP

O kite !
when the thread is disconnected
from the wheel
between thee and i
there appears no relationship
you become out of my reach
so is i am not in your identity
only the fragmented thread lies
like a memory
that is like
the broken branches of a tree
after a hurricane

the child like wheel in my hand
with its sober and sympathetic look
at your imbalanced state to give
pain and heard rending anguish
i could not cope up disappearance
from me
with the memory of the past
i cannot think or imagine to fly
can't dream to play in
cloudy atmosphere

hence i lie
like the stabbed dead
king of the chess
against the red rock
you may have attached
thyself in some big tree
a new player
over the palace
but i am dejected frustrated
and searching for
solace and peace

hence i lie
like the stabbed dead
king of the chess
against the red rock
you may have attached thyself
in some big tree
a new player
over the palace
but i am dejected frustrate
and searching for
solace and peace

LIFE AND DEATH

Like
in the eastern sky
in the morning
darkness and light meet each other
like in the evening
light and darkness meet once again
after a gapof turelve hours
so as
death meets life
at the time of birth
life meets death
in the time of depart
after a duration of
twelve hours
for the creater

while stepping out from the house
the babies wished
wives bade
optimistic farewell
for their papas
and husband well
departed each other
with a smile
while living for working place
gazed every step
to get solace
marked constantly
till appearance

waited till returning time
with patience
the tickling of the wall clock
struck five
every body rushed to the gate
like the bees to the hive
but instead of the calling bell
from inside radio and tv
they found the message of hell

Instead of
cuckoo's
pigeon's peacock and doves
they found
the tiger's roaring
the cat mewed
the wolf and owl howled
the vulture , eagle shirked
and hope become despair
dreams of life became night mare
with a sound of explosion
for family members
the world become a place of dissolution pollution poison



LIQUOR
A sip of liquor
i tinged on my tongue
which turned my life
blue, white,green on and on
i forget to think
heart rending anguish and replaced it
with rainbow and nightingale song
moved me hyperbolic
instead of static
flowed me toheaven in place of
dryland,west land of misery

the tears of sorrow
become the river of Ganga
in a point
imagined of universe as if in my hand
in a bottle
captured QutabMinar and Taj mahal and
in table and chair
thought of Effil Tower
in a doll
got the satisfaction
of departed love
so why should not i take liquor
more and more
to get taste of
honey bees
sweets out of
bitter sore world of two days

THE FORCED PROSTITUTE

Hey take
Fifty Kilograms of flesh
only with rupees fifty
cheaper than mutton ,chicken, fish
hey take my flesh
is the desire of unwillingness
with depressed eyes
and slackened face
with cosmetics and well dressed
hey come and take my flesh
her hairs stand
like pillars

her teeth glitter with smile
just to attract the costomer
for a while
shows her mountain like breast
by swinging up and down
spread her stem like hands and
invites as if her own

as beautiful
as moon
as descent as rose
as active as marigold
hence costumer never hesitate
and rush up like opening of fate
spend the night with that mate
and appreciate the pleasure taste

she becomes over whelmed
if anybody is fully satisfied
her happiness lies in others but for her nobody brothers
she is abandoned and orphan
become a crow
in the human society
and every gentleman and ladies shows
enmity
her externality is
the hundredth of an floating iceberg
of the interior emotion and sentiment

once they were somebody's
mile stone ,inspiration
vision and motivation
hope and treasure
sailor and navigator
pink lovely rose and cactus
their hearts were of valentine
Juliet and Cleopatra
Venus and cupid were their god
their spirit was of nightingale and butterfly
bees and roses

once they dreamt of
blue, green pink and white
to be somebody's nearest an dearest
Ahalya, Yasoda and Sabitri
but the black world
of Kurukshetra
like tsunami and super cyclone
turned their dream grey and red
and dragged them out of their way
once their flesh was as valuable and delicate
as an Indian virgin

but then
it becomes rotten and stale
her face once was
as fresh as
flower of spring
as scented as rose and jasmine
her eyes were glittering as diamond
fingers were of lotus stems
cheek were newly ripened apple
hair was as soft and wavy as silk
breast was like a snowfall mountain top
thigh was like the juvenile trees root
but then it becomes meaningless

TEAR

When i cry
when we laugh
tear simmer from eyes
like a drop of sparkling dew
everybody asks
who are you ? are you ?
then you replay
I'm the permanent
friend of thy
in happy sorrow and
say always ha... he.. hi...

I'm the vapor
of melting emotion
bursting sentiment
I'm a drop of water
through condensation
and brings relaxation
i present the extreme
in cold and hot
black and white
but I'm always
a share holder
in green and red
closer to your eye sight


i am immortal like truth
present in babies, young and old
I'm omnipresent
like air
in hell, hill, mountain fold
till the graveyard
when somebody's
heart is filled with anguish
i flow like a river
when anybody is
happy with joy
i flow like water from shower
for an orphan, abandoned
I'm as sympathetic as oxygen
and flow often like eternal river
for a mental relaxation


REPENTATION


Who knows
existing cloud
will bear rain
here or there?
who knows the flowers to which
the brittle loves
hate or like ?
who knows the sweet fragrant
soft flower
will destroy in a moment
who knows the flower
which one wants

to pluck
is somebody different
who knows the image
in which you see
is some different reflection ?
who knows
the flow of water may
will reflect a different image
hence rainfall, stabbing thorn
flower mirror are selfish
hence begging apology dear
for my vague expectations



MOTHER'S CRY
********************

O dove!
when you fly
across the distance hill
say my lord to return back
my milk fed to my baby
o crow!
while crawing from thee to tree
say my lord to cool down
my burning womb
which was once freezing to see
new life on my lap
o,stok!
appeal your lord to make the world
as white as you for me

so that
my heart will be as lovely as lily
oh, tiger !
please say with your roaring voice
why didi not he take me before
my sons last breath

oh,god !
please howl with your full capacity
to god
to catch my baby
and hand over to me
to give him the pleasure, punishment
then only iwill be satisfied







SEPARATION

Papa
you were depressed
while I bade farewell
mama
you cried
while with your sympathetic palm
you blessed
sister you were dejected
when you with your lotus like lips
kissed brother
your tears shimmered
from your patted eyes
while you advised with pity
but

what could have I done
before the warning of
my carreer andthe goal of my life
today or next day
I we you he or they
will depart each other
to achieve the ambition
that is to say good bye
with a last breath


MARRIAGE
****************

School guys played
hide and seek
thief and police
one will be police
other become thief
and try to hide out from each other
but they could catch themselves
but between he and she
after a ceremonal meeting
he did himself
in her
she did herself
in him

he could not become police
she could not become thief
they lost them in thereselves
and the game never ends
the culprit or victims
the winner or the loser
is never known
and the game continues
till they keep their breath


DIARY


My diary
is full of
black and white script
of my life
complete and half written
later of my love
record of my romance
like romeo and juliet
my traged like humlet
my dynamic attitude like
that of napoleon
my skill in writting poetry like words worth
prose like lames
fiction like chales dicken ]drames like

Shakespeare
but what ever may be
it is a record of my life

my diary
combination of pages
of frustration and dejection
on the contrary
a collection of movement of
joys, happiness and ceremonies
what ever may be
but my diary






A SONG FOR A TRAIN MET GIRL

When the bell rang
rushing she came
like a flash of lightening
lighted my heart with jovial
my eyes fell straight in her glittering face
her heart was rubbed with an ease
she gazed
i become glad and amazed
I winked
she become mortified and be numbed
we pest in our self

constantly felt in love unconsciously
he saw she marked they found
and talk about our loves mood
and they amused
the train hushed and whistled
she and i got up with a romantic mood
I placed myself before her
I marked her activities from a far
sank in thought
attached in
silence words and become silence for ever
as she got down
next station some where

WAIT

waited
from the first drop of water
dripped into the pot as a rhythm
and filled up the vessel completely
till the over flow
still then i waited for you
but you did not come
waiting
since my thirst starts and lasts
while my soul started socking blood
to quench
and drop of glucose
have been started
to impute to body still you are not coming

but I have been waiting
will wait
when the first threat of death
will knock the door of heart
to listen your sympathetic voice
with a statement
I'm coming
my love I'm coming

ATMA
*********

His mother showed
greediness of her physic
to keep atman of his son
his guardian kept the treasure of universe
million sweet scented
amrita tested flower and fruits
immeasurable rivers seas mountains
sand pearl diamonds
Vishma broke down his oath
kept down arrows
Krishna's gopies
Sudarsan chakra
scientist made impregnable

luxurious room to keep Atma inside
Gandhari Subhadra Yasoda
flowed the river of tears
to return back their sons
but a sheer air
could not be stopped .


A POINT

GEOMATRY
defines
a point as a sharp tips
the needle of a compass
science defines
a point as
as powerful as a bomb
of Heroshima and Nagasaki
but to a poet
a point is a mirror to visualize his love
in the first meeting
his colorful
rainbow life of he past
a sparkling pearl
in his love's necklace
a drop of tear
from her merciful mother
affectionate sister
in the time of departure
a point of time
where is situation is like
a fish out of water
a point
which shot dead
Hitler and Gandhi

a point
of complete
like the division
twelve states
from a united country like Russia
a point of integration
like west German East German
a point of
time of lords enjoyment
with gopies and suffering like departure
from gopies.

SONG OF LIFE
*****************

CHILDHOOD
***************

Childhood
a moment with musical puppets ,
laughing babies
no query no worry
no philosophy of life ,no struggle
as free as a bird
as brave as a tiger
childhood
a friendship with
peace, love, success
failure and disaster
a friendship with
friend and foes
no risk of life
no dark cloud
no thunder bolt and no lightening

childhood
is free from feelings
about Atakama desert
greenland
it is a midway like
gulf stream,spring wind
noburden ,no responsibiity
moves like air

Childhood,
is an audience, spectator of
grandma's lullaby
legend and myth
mothers affectionate words
father's love on his laps
a kiss from relatives
some sweet packets from guests
no bitter anger from elders

Childhood
a memory of thieving
Amul, biscuit , butter
from kitchen
money from purse

it is the sweet memory
of sweet dishes
new dress, boot and suit
in festival
a quarrel with elders
regarding provision of
amount of money ,like
to him more and to me less
ain....ain.... please give me more
or else I'll not go to the festival .....
when we think of this ,presently
those cries have become laughs


It is a
memory of running after butterfly
in the green field......to catch
if ,not again ain...ain..... mommy
see. he did not catch for me
continues
till falsely
he or she is not scolded
how pleasure really the moment was

Childhood
a memory of wandering ,strolling
here and there without
tension burden and hesitation
a memory of wandering with elders
embracing each other
a cry to follow mother always
putting the tip of AANCHAL
and touching the top of the finger of father

in this way
the life boat travels
by crossing over
number of waves, pebbles, obstacles
the more it goes ahead
the more deep it is
more he struggles to row the boat
in the midway, the more is the possibility of meeting
poisonous creature ,storm
hence, then start the un certainty
of boat's future
in the sky
approach of pray ,like
eagle ,vulture the free sky becomes
busy in trafficking with
clouds, thunderbolt and lightening
in this situation
when i think of present
under the boat
no, of crocodile, snake come to me

MEMORY OF THE PAST

In
drop! drop of water
falling from the roof
drop! drop of the mist of cold winter
sparkling surface of the leaf
once in my childhood
i had dreamt of my life that
It is as pure as milk
as clear as crystal and glass
as colorful as the rainbow
in the eastern sky

once in childhood
it had the power
to bow down the mountain peak
it has determined
and strongly motivated
like the waves of the sea
like the pebbles

continuous unending
dashing against the shore
in childhood
everything was colorful and gay
hence in the water drop
thumb! thumb sound
i heard the bit bit of drum
how exciting and thrilling
in the cold mist ,dew drops
i had dreamt of
gems diamonds pearl
and had imagination
to present it to my love
by making
necklace, ring ,bracelet

in my childhood
in the coo...coo...of cuckoo
Orr ...Orr.....of pigeon
from the distant Elm tree and
from the top of the roof
was a symbol of
inspiration, perseverance and joy
it had more pleasure
than the present
sweet words with beloved
had more peace and satisfaction
than after a deep sleep

while the grass flower
over the meadow makes their
to and fro movement
it seemed as if
winking peeping from
the ground
and calling me to play with them
while i walked
i felt a velvet sensation
beneath my feet
once
the sweet song of nightingale
with its zig zag movement
preached me to he
free and brave like him
eagle , vulture i hated them most
but after looking the present
i like them most
why such feeling

i can't think of it even if
the moon queen leaps up
with its palatial queenly look
the sun rises
with its glaze as it was
the stars are tinkling
but it appears different
sometimes like
a newly born baby
a hope an inspiration
a support on the contrary
a demon ,a grave, a dejection
an obstacle
which is unbelievable fact
because our mind is subject of
the wind of thoughts
the sweet music of fountain
becomes the death warrants
the mother earth

instead of
Coleridge's and Words Worthian
becomes Arnolds and Eliot's
the scholar gipsy
and the waste land
instead of shake pear's
duke and viola it becomes
hamlet and Ophelia


Instead of Romeo and Juliet
It becomes a Antonio and Cleopatra
Where life is nothing except
Birth, copulation and death
Life becomes stereo-typed and stagnant
The pipe of nature weep woeful
And grow silent
Hope becomes little hopeful
At present-
Over the earth
dark cloud has shadowed the earth
And its bright eyes have been blackened
Round cheeks have been flattened
Strong arms have been weakened

The green leaves fall like tears of bitterness
From the juvenile trees and forest
Still than there is hope for peace and truth
We wait with the hope that they will come
With there friends..Soon
They will return with their friends after a fighting
Sudden they will strike
Like the summer and lightening
Against the negative force of life
At present the bitter cold has become powerless to chill
The blazing fire has been unable to produce heat and burn
What a awful situation of present existence


YOUTH
**********

At present
youth reaches at the door
death follows
like shadow follows at our heel
death approches
as the wave follows the shore
as the road touches the toes
hence we have become
the centroid among the foes

life has become
the thorn of roses
burning with blue
heated with red
Frozen like ice
half floated like ice bergs
it has become the melting metals
gaze of the core of earth
when it will burst through the passage
in the form of lava, magma, nobody knows

Blood is hot
nerves are active
mind is fast
sprit is sensitive
to conquer the world
to follow Gandhi in one moment
Hitler, Mussolini on the other
to become Alexander again napoleon
to worship heavenly God like
Lord Krishna, Allah, Christ
again to worship the God of Marlowe's Dr Faustus
in this way
again the colorful imagination
inspires to become Shakespeare
Wordsworth and Charles Dickens
in these number of destination , lastly
when I search myself
a can't find my existence
then iam filled up painted
with frustration and imagination
with dejection
when I look the mysterious sky
from a chowk
standing like a pray
searching for my goal
then vaguly imagination......


SONG OF LIFE


A SUPPOSITION
*****************

had our brain been a substance
subject to newtons second law
instead of cells,newrons chamber
and irregularities of thinking
that are short lived momentary
like the petals of pink rose
and like the movements of wind
mile and nautical miles
meters and light years
once to the desert Africa
Then to the steppe grassland
with an wink of an eye
then there would not be
frustration or dejection


Had our brain been made of diamond
instead of the
temporary and transitory heart
knocking against the rib
with some calorie of
energy and strength
some liter of
red blood and water
flesh of soft nature and ribs
like the existence of hydrogen balloon
then there would not be
breakdown of heart
like the earth
cracks in he summer
due to lack of elasticity and stability


Had our life senses been
provided with
all their requirement
to their extremes
instead of burning anxiety
desire for love
beauty and matter
like the explosion
of lava from the core
and existence of cancer
then there would not be
birth death and homicide
like the birth of mushrooms
and death of creatures
from the thunder bolt and lightening

such feeling
again bring sorrow
sprit mind health come to inertia
and think vague things
for a momentary pleasure
with a torned of cloths and thin slipper
sing a song his/her love in distress
with a simmering and sorrowful eyes
with a insecurity feeling and unsuccessful
feeling as an unemployed


LONLINESS

A skeleton of a huge tree
a naked mountain
a temple without god and goddess
a place having no king queen or prince
the parent having no child

Loneliness is full of burning
anxiety problem and suffering
with out any consolation
it is a river of
shimmering tears
but no aanchal of merciful mother
no handkerchief of
revered father or brother
it is the cry of a distressed traveler
while face to face
with a danger

Loneliness is a state of
newly married bride
in her suhag raat
in the absence of the groom
with full of colorful
thoughts and happiness
without anybody's presence

A balloon without air
a gun without bullet and target
a sea with no water fish pearl
a park without children
no flowers and games
rather some graves
and silent dead valleys


Loneliness is a state
as white as snow
as dark as
the interior part of a cave
sometimes
as bright as the midday sun
as calm as the sea of tranquility

as cold as Siberian part
as hot as Atakama desert

Loneliness is full of thoughts
like Cherapunji
again Sahara
sometimes goes back with frustration
to the age of
Cro-Magnon and Neanderthals
on the contrary it is as late as
the age of Robert and computer
so what a mystery of loneliness

Solitude
is a thirst for
a cup of tea in the bed
a cup of tea in the cold
a cup of tea after being tired
a cup of tea to break the sleep
a cup of tea after heavy exertion
hence a cup of tea from
affectionate mother's sister's hand
the feeling is pleasant but
again result in a dry desert

Loneliness is a starvation for
a hot fresh chapatti bread
a plate of Pakudi Bhaja
in a cold Sunday
a pan of rice water in hot summer
a glass of chilly cane water

A curry of
smell silver fish ,mushroom
a munch of
Murha with ground nut seed
a plate of Channa Charpat
a company of
kith and kins
in a dinning table
a company of
hot and cold words
among family members
a sweet affectionate teasing
from the loveliest sister or brother
which is not available
in the market
or in the five star hotel

Loneliness
is a thirst for
a soft pet of merciful mother n
some valuable advise
from learned father
a desire to shout
mama and papa
a cold and affection
talk with all

Loneliness is a memory of
distribution of money
in important festival
a punishment kneel down
slapping from guardian
stealing Amul biscuit from almirah
lingering around mother
by pulling her annchal
and a scolding of mother and to
act as if going away for ever
and the consolation of father with
a chocolate
a pencil or a copy

MARRIED LIFE
*****************
Starts with new hope and inspiration
think of light passing through prism
and forms rainbow
unity and integrity of
two souls two physic, two mind
deserted cloud becomes rain bearing
dry climate becomes monsoon
day and night becomes one
they become priest of
Romeo and Juliet
Venus and cupid

It is a state
knowingly welcoming, on greeting
all the darker aspect of life
only for the animals desire
and to fulfill it
day and night, night and day
the work never ends
the words has no limit
the word becomes the work
the word becomes the work
slave becomes the master
the suffer becomes the creator
it is such a state
where the beautiful
colorful world attracts like
the lighted fire
attracts the works and insects
and becomes the cause of death

It is a state
where newly married couple
enter into the deep and
colorful imaginative world
as if in their unity and integrity
and in their amount of satisfaction
nothing is comparable
except the combination of Ganga, Yamuna and Saraswati on the sangam

It is a state
where instead of Pentagon, Hitler
they think of
Gandhi ,non violence

Spring and winter
even the unbearable summer
can't drive them out
from their heaven
to reside out side in their love
in lust consciousness and enjoyment
they pass the time for their betterment
and gradually
the state of parent hood come
with a new baby crying sound
and one plus one becomes four and five
which is contrary to the law of maths
but their lies
the mystery of love and marriage
population multiplies
in geometrical progress
then start the conflict
complicacy to heep up the family
the white colorful world
start population and feeding of


in every step lies problem
like throne lies
in the jungle road
in every step complecacy lies
like the crucification of chriss
to stress the truth
like lord krishna
arjuna complecacy
ti justify the truth
SATYAMEVA JAYATE''
the dynamism
the spirit, idealism of youth
disappears like the migrating bird
the beautiful house wifw
becomes sosotries

gradually
the glaze of the face wrinkles
the skin of the body hangs
the streangth of the body decreases
the hair is attacked by old whitish colour
having the ear
one become dumb
with eyes become blind
having the mouth
one become deaf
having legs and hands
become paralysed

Only the people says
soul is inside the woodenlike body
as the term old has arrived
in this state
seven hours
wheel, ways are clear
but the chariot is
in efficient to drive
if wants to appoint his product
how long can he
hence again a frustration dejection and complication
like the crumbling of scropions
grazes the neurion and celle
of the mind
but the desire lost of happiness
still alive
and hankering after
looking future generation
with the world
peace...peace....and peace
but it never comes in existance
hence with hey ram/oh christ/ oh allah

physic on the lies and
lean brunt in the soil
with open handed state
river of tears
flow in sadness
but it is for
resurrection
of all sins of the past

lastly it justify
the Shakespearean
All the world is a stage
and all the men and women merely players
one man plays many parts
his act being seven ages
infant, child, boyhood youth,adult,man,old age
and death

lastly when i consider life
it is all a cheat
yet full with hope
men favour the deceit
trust on and tomorrow will repeat
tomorrow falser than the former day
lastly everybody realizes
beauties in vain
thet all stress
charm really the matter
merit is the center
life is an absolute self
an element undergrounded
hence life is a wheel
which covers as "sansar"
as quick one cover the distance
so sooner he departs the world

Old age

Like in childhood
Every step is guided by a guardian
So is in old age
Supportive cane take the posityion
Sneezing ,caogh and cold
Attack like in childhood
But in childhood
Every body runs to take care
But in old time everybody is rude
By and by
The strengtyh decreases
The glaze of face fades up
The joints become stanant
The physique does not obey
The order of mind
Hence it is a state of pregnant emotion,worries and fear
Of life and death
And life is busy with such troubles
It is a stage of preparation
It is a rehearsal before
Acting in another stage
And god directs invisibly
From somewhere inside the stage
The god is the director
But hthe differeence

While it is a matter of tragedy
For the audience
Previous stage
It becomes a comedy
A matter of pride for the audience of
Next stage
Birth is hopeful and expected hopefully
Before ten months
Like the farmer waits for the rain and crops after sowing
While death is undesired
Unexpected
Like drought is not expected by a farmer
Death is a state where the world stops
Revolving and rotation
A state of blankness and colorless
Which is indefinable
Only can be perceived
Once any

Like the farmers waited for rain
after harvesting
while death is undesired
unexpected mournfully
like drought is not expected by farmer
death is a state where
the world stops
revolution and rotation
a state of bank and colorless
which is indefinable
if anybody goes to
this phase
on colorless world
he never comes alive
to express or define
like the test of potassium cyanide
is inexperienced
death is a skeleton
a cover nothing inside
like a stone
a mountain a river
but they say he meets death
if he met death, could be realize
his death become a friend
then why don't the return back
where did they go
controversies
but to me it is
indefinable, inexpressive , unconditional
unimaginary, invisible state
where after meeting death
everything is positively felt
and Kamu concludes
death is the possibility
of impossibility that
ends all possibility

LOVE IS ......

Oh,my full moon !
i know awaiting you
will take the whole span of life
of course,
i don't find your fault anywhere
as you are unknown
of a poet's heart
whatever may be
lets the ages and decades pass
and let the effort and struggle
continue ,so that the
poet and poetry will be alive
with its rich and enermous
imagination and dream

Oh,unnamed lady
how could i appeal you
and in which name
since i saw you
i collect bit of straw
to make a nest
i'm setting the dust and soil
to make a comfortable bed
i'm kissing thy rosy intangible lips
but when dawn comes
I find myself holding the turned up bed sheet

Oh nurse
once you come and see
how have i been alive with pain
by burning the memories
and singing the tributory song
like the unending wind sing
through the bumboo of the jungle
hence, please do come and see me

that day -
you came as the stream of the fountain
and I could see the rainbow
in the image of the sky in the eye
i went on sipping
the nector of your beauty
looked at your cute smile
your cleverness and movement
your soft and sobberness
your sence of sacrifice
but suddenly i found
yourself to be a still fountain
as if hidden inside the sands of the desert
so now you are a sileny moon
with in my eyes
in the solitary sky

Oh, nerve
what is there
to hide from you
if you say
i'll dis close and handover
all the joys,sorrow
tears ,emotion ,sentiment
fearlessly and shamelessly
if you demand
about the loss and profit
how could i explain ?
as it is all with in you only
my visible part has become a puppet
on the stage and you are the player
Oh, life!
i'm like a bird
fly for ages
without knowing the destination
build and break uncountable nests
hence ,if you become my goal
then i, perhaps would get salvation
but i live with dejected hopes
to make my own

Oh friend!
come as an wallet in the winter
to worm up the body from shivering cold weather
envelope me with in you
so that i can feel the embracing pleasure
don't you see how those
romeo and Juliet have been nearer and closer
to make them worm more
don't you see
how the mother takes care of her child
by keeping inside her clothes
don't you see
how the hen keeps her chicken
under her belley so carefully for months
don't you see
how the venus and cupids still sleep
on their bed with romance
to avoid the unhygenic cold
under the worm shed

Don’t you mark
the birds,animals, creatures
and their behaviours
hence give thy answer and come soon
don't put me in dillema any more
or else come as a cuckoo
in the approaching spring
start singing with your honey tuning
that is more pleasant than flute
more emotional than violin
your presence
shower and sprinkle the Earth
with its blessing and gracious gifts
that will paint the mother earth
with colorful day and night
you can feel it as
putting up new delicate sarees
for the forthcoming ceremony
in which you will be the musical bride
and i will be the dancing knight

My love !
thy love attached
wings of inspiration
to fly in the romantic sky
to sink in the colourful dreams
and threw me in the romantic pits
from which it is impossible
to peep the reality {into the sun shine}
but you departed me
by leaving thy memory {foot steps in my mind}

You come to me
as a memory in the day light
as a dream in the moon lit night
in the shape of a fairy angle
with much and care
with an imagination's fair
I want to embrace you
turning left and right
but i find
myself alone except
a handful of despair

Oh love!
your emergence
brings spring / spirit of
Napoleon and Hercules
to the dead soul
and receive the Gods bliss
when you laugh the flowers jiggle
every angle smiles like new moon
every heart is filled with sweetness of nectar
and the heavenly satisfaction spreads every where
When tears shimmer from your eyes
the stone melts
and the flowing fountains stand still
i can't help but flow
thi blood of obsession
i want to touch thy soft velvet like figure
but you numb down like the shameful climber
and disappear like the thunder clouds
falsifying and keeping me lonely in the world

Oh sweet heart!
let the sun darken the earth
let the seas dry up
let the creation be disturbed
but i have never been tired
and will never be tired
rather will write poetry of creation
in the dooms day, that will envelope the earth with
love, respect and affection
extracting from
core surface of death
my creative poetry
will design off tower
inside the unfathomable sea
will enlighten the earth
stealing the stars/ planets from the galaxy
will create the full moon light
in the darkness in the sun's absence

Oh lovely rose!
you come to me
as a dream
as a black cloud in the
Colorful romantic imagination
in different shape
and I become wet in body and mind
you rain when you desire
from the heart of the sky
even in unexpected days
when i extend my hands
to touch
you flow away being a river current
Oh my wealth !
it is said that
there is nothing indecent in
war and love
no fear from
life and death
but victory and throne
the goal is achieved with in a distance short
but for a lover the destination is unending

Oh my soul!
sometimes I smear
not to be separated from you
i will be one like fragrance and flower
heat and fire
body and hunger
and will never leave you apart
till the last breath
so that I can identify and recognize you
your address
but it is a mystery
where do you live
how do you come
but you are a shadow
inseparable and attached
you stole my sleep
my desire, my hunger
but not with me you do stay
so I’m dejected and frustrated
But,
how and whom can i speak
the heart rending anguish
except you so i can't cope up with
the obsession and woe
again with thee thoughts of thy memory
i have been alive all along
and burning
like a fiery sun under the black cloud

Oh my heart
if you can ,then
save a drop of faith
and drive away the suspicion
from my mind and heart
let the hollowness be
filled with love
let the gypsy’s mind be stable
as your faith gives security to me

Oh juggler
if you can
you trap me in thy
hunting love net
give me place in thy
soft corner of the heart
from where i shouldn't
get away into the
disturbed and mad world

Oh magnetic field
do you know the eagerness
where the ribs of heart vibrates
only for selfishness of passion
that will intoxicate me
for ever I know
you can play innumerable roles
of mother, sister,wife
you can play
hide and seek in
day and night
I feel thy presence
where ever in
the green earth
in the pacific ocean
in the stepp grass land and desert Sahara
in the place of hypocrites and
beside the fallen orphan of the street

Oh omnipresent!
I want to feel thy presence
by opening the doors and windows
of heart and mind
I want to visualize you
from dawn to dusk
but all of a sudden
the dungeon darkness
fall on the screen of the
doors and windows
and thy image is disappeared
I can't bear the pain of thy absence
even for a wink's moment

Oh sports man
I come to achieve you
being a bats man to the pitch
thought of
a mervelous score
but you made me out
clean bolt
only stairing at me
now it is your turn
come and let me see your caliber
i'll see thy shot of stroke
but really thy shot
crossed the ball away from the stadium
and audience cried with laughter
lovely shot and marvellous hit

Oh my heart
if you can save
a bit of faith for me
and drive away
the un expected doubt
let the vaccum
be filled with love and affection
let the gypsy like thought
be still and bold like the himalaya
if you can enslave and imprision me
in your net of love
keep in the unfathomable
deep heart with in you

Oh my blood
my heart is hungry
to place under thy ribs of heart
and in thirst to drink
the poision of love
you are the affectionate
mother/sister or wife
you can play the games
from ages to ages
the game of light and darkness
rain and drought
your mystery extends from
the green earth to the blue sky

from waste land to ozoen layer .
from the pacific sea to the
battle field of the monarch
froma bagger to a king
why are you so much a mystery
why do you bring so excitement and frustration
I know , if you desire
this life can be transformed
into necter to poision
Oh my brain
when i open the
doors and windows of memory
and want to feel thy presence
in each and every part of body
i feel the emergence of darkness
why, why you become so tyrant
and it becomes a nightmare for me
that leads to thy disappearance
and causes pain in me
sometimes ,
I want to root out
the screen of doubt and fear
and to drive away
the darkness deep
but again i surrender
infront of your mysterious
and wonderful delicate face
again you sow the seeds of
doubt and mystery and disappeare

Oh sportsman
I came to romantic p1tch
as a bats man
I thought of a high score
but i was cleanbold
by the magnetic bowling of your eye ball
now it is your turn to bat
let me see thy perfection
in the bating pitch
i'll look to thy tricky strike
but you hit so hard that
the ball jumped over the gallery
and disappeared and
i was astonished and agaped up
Oh dreamgirl!
how could i explain you
and depict your greatness as
the light comes when you open your eyes
darkness enters when you close your eye bids
thy smile
weigh the measure of one lakh lotus
when you laugh the bunches of spray their liquid
when you open eyes
the golden rivers flow
when you keep mum
thousand shephalis are detached from the tree
when you give a positive response
the sky become lighted like moonlight
when you say no to anything
even the rainbow sky becomes colorless and odorless

after thy visit
I have been traveling by
Nandighosh and Puspak car
and blowing the `Debadutta Crunch Shell'
and setting the ladder to the heaven
making the palk straight amidst the sea

Oh ineffable lady!
what you are !
wheather are you a sweet song of a cuckoo!
or the wind of the pleasent spring !
are you the foggy winter
or misty drop !
either you are the sportive and jolliver of winter
or the pleasent fragrance of spring
wheather are you the pole star of dark sky
wheather are you the honey
or the mirage for a thristy weather
are you drizzling rain of Shravana
or the sweet dream of pleasant sleep
whatever you might be but for me
you are the sweetest dream
the most beautiful angle of the heaven
your love is your identity
you are a sea of love

You are like the
burning lava
from the core of volcanic pit
You are like the
cold drizzling water of the winter
i become wet with
the moisturised air
and search you keeping my eyes closed
but instead of you , i catch the handful of ice
you entrap me by spreading thy net
by becoming a blue angle of my dream,
by painting thy eyes with black lead
you come to me in every dream
as the colorful flower
like the heroes of Keats
and with thy blood like feelings
with incomplete dream and all of a sudden
you disappear
in some horizon of dream
you go and place yourself
in the diary of unforgettable memory
But i search
you everywhere
in poor mans cottage
monarch's empirical palace
in the pearls of deep sea

in the soft corner of the heart
in the string of Guitar
in the hanging basket
in the full moon night
Every moment you come
in different shapes and colors
i have carefully kept the flame of holy tie up
hence please do come

Oh, lady Mam
who are you with magnificent beauty
you come without any hints at midnight
you come to me by perplexing my heart
by filling my heart
I’m afraid, lest you should keep me alone
who are you my fortunate lady
what is thy identity
but you come to me
in my sleep , consciousness
Sub-consciousness and, un consciousness
Oh queen of heart!
it is said
if me want to pluck the rose
looking at its beauty
the essence is stabbing against the throne

Still than
I had tried to search you
amidst the thorny bush
with the hope of nectar of love
wanted to get a bit of sweetness
but do not know
could not know ,how far am i successful
and my hopes become, despair
the dreamy world disappeared like
the misconception of rape as snake
and imagination s reality
I thought
there is no use of running after mirage
never can I get
saisfaction and peace
and the journey of life and ambition
can never be fulfilled
you had given me right
to think yourself as I
you had once said
your everything is mine
but you kept yourself and everything away from me
you forget the voice of your heart
you did not hear after hearing
and even forget your words
and give a shock from electricity

Oh spirit
you may cheat me
can you cheat yourself
can you separate you from your heart
can you separate you from that vacuum
I’ll be one with you
I’ll be with in you
where ever you go , you'll find me
you can't make me aloof from you
I’ll be roaming around you by being the space
Oh pleasant thief
you have robbed my sleep from the eyes
hunger and thirst
although I wish to meet you
but become a cripple
as the moon in the cloudy sky
but ,I hope again the moon will come
after the cloud disappear
but when the lotus will bloom
I have been waiting

oh sweet fragrant lady !
this time I’ll not be separated
for an wink of an eye
I’ll be with you ,like the attachment of
flower and scent
fire and heat
body and hunger
till the last yearing of death
If I lean with thy self
in separated and indifferent
then I’ll know thy identity
thy mystery and confidential
where do you exist
where are you from
even being with me like a shadow
how do you with the worldly matters
when I want to enclose you
with in the fist , you disappear

Oh, philosopher and guide!
it is said that
there is no indecency / no death , no fear in love and war
but i realise the life long struggle
but the difference is of her
the distance of a soldie is limited
when there is no end
to a lover's path

Oh great cheat
you can cheat a thirsty bird
and go away like a black cloud
you can cheat a thirsty traveller
in a descent
taking shape of a mirage
but can you cheat your mind
as I’m with in you as memory
unpainted, un written evidence
you can betray me
amidst the love way
but at least
don't leave your pen and paper
don't be tired and impatient
and pen the poem of romance
the colored ink is not the ink of love
it is not inflammable that will burn
and smash our relationship
once it will be free like a bird
with that confidence ,here i am