Agony of Spring
She
is in her sun yellow bonnet,
flaunting
herself in her merry grass gown.
She
weeps however, she is so forlorn,
her
soul sister is chilled to death.
She
has to emerge out throwing
away
the shackles of the cold ashes.
She
has to conform to that law of nature
to
delve herself deep in the fiery pyre.
She
begets life from another world
leaving
the dead souls of winter.
Bidding
adieu to her own, she
prepares
the birth bed for summer.
Bearing
the pangs of taker and giver,
she
is in a pleasant pain of facing
death
of her soul mate and throwing
away
her life for another so dear.
Her
angst is in a transit crossing,
she
is springing in anguish.
In
the tenterhook of death and life,
she
is the mellifluous spring.
© ® Rituparna Khan.
Back to Vedas
Illusive
dawn of the spring is
springing,
when winter bids adieu.
The
fresh buds are swaying to
blossom,
and the bard asks you.
“Oh
humane human!
Where
has all the green gone?
With
all her grace and lovely charm,
where
has the green gone?
Is
she dulled to grayed shadows
with
no reflection of lives?
Is
she buried in concrete woods,
robbed
off all her vibes?
Why
are you dumb and why are you numb?
What
excuse do you now hold?
You
have slayed the life giver,
your
conscience you have sold!”
This
is high time, the bard reminds
Oh
man! Come out of your greed!
Go
back to the good old Vedas.
You
need your children to feed.
All
you could do, you've done
For
God's sake make a stop!
Take
the back seat for a change
Pray
let the green revive.
© ® Rituparna Khan.
Ode To Rusticity
Bucolic
air smells a smell so earthy,
green
and grain bouncing in plenty.
Yeomen
toil to sweat the soil,
bring
out for us the country's gold.
Haystacks
basking here and there,
ponds
are rippled calm and clear.
Birds
and bovine ambling by,
flaunting
rustic airs in sky.
Blessed
with food to body,
widened
with solace to soul,
raining
reign of love and bounty
exposed
virgin fields enthrall.
Shades
of multitude in a frame,
shelled
in onion peel of layers.
Hamlets
are of flawless fame,
mothering
our nation's pride.
© ® Rituparna Khan.
Season Of April
It
is the month of joy,
it
is the month of sorrow,
it
is the "kalbaishaki" night,
it
is the merry morning sparrow.
Season
of joy is joy of life
Season
of sorrow reflects our strife.
Infusion
of gets and forgets,
life
is season of April indeed.
We
get baffled here so often
in
the quagmire of time.
Also
we are strongly anchored
in
faith of life, so prime.
We
kid around here in dream
cocooned
in our ignorance.
We
stride on the rolling roads
attaining
maturity of sage.
April
has its virtues,
April
also has its vices.
So
is life in all its forms,
blooming
out so reckless.
Here
we have joy and fun.
We
have season here in rain,
we
have season here in sun.
Season
of life is capricious one.
Spirited
April adorns life
with
its rhythm and its vibe,
helps
us fight the fight we fight
forever
keeps our hopes alive.
© ® Rituparna Khan.
Glossary: kalbaishaki - norwester
Stellar sapling
In
search of eternal abode, the
puny
sapling at my courtyard
withered
to the land of stars
this
arid summer's early morning.
She
absorbed herself in the air
of
solitude of her emancipation,
so
deep, to reach the firefly
shimmering
there in the sky.
She
won over death to be stellar,
coronated
at the horizon of the eve.
Loner
aurora she is, twinkling,
glowing
in her own glory far and far.
Her
resplendent aura enlightens
unflinchingly
the welfare of humanity.
That
little sapling is the life giver
who
never loses her identity.
She
is the pristine bliss on earth,
forever
she would bless us all.
The
piousness of attainment she is,
her
bower showers the light of love.
© ® Rituparna Khan.
Rituparna Khan
Rituparna Khan is an Assistant
Professor in Bidhannagar College, Salt Lake, Kolkata. She has completed her
schooling from D.P.S. Farakka. She has graduated in Geography from Lady
Brabourne College and attained her Post Graduation Degree in Geography from
University of Calcutta. She is a Geographer by profession dealing with anything
and everything from natural to human phenomena based on a spatial dimension.
However, her inclination to Literature, especially poetry is no less. With equal enthusiasm she teaches Geography
and practices poetry and literature. A few of her works are published and well
appreciated and awarded in print as well as social media. She has received the
Reuel International Award for Best Upcoming Writers in Poetry, 2019 judged by
The Significant League in Glopowrimo (Global Poetry Writing Month). Though she
is a miniscule figure presently in the galaxy of lofty poets, her poetic bounty
is of sparkling nature that cannot bypass serious consideration.