Independently Published
The Moon Of The Cormorant
Product Code:
9798303095144
ISBN13:
9798303095144
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New
$9.43
The Moon Of The Cormorant
$9.43
Myself Biswajit Lai. This is my first book to release. In this book I have compiled 71 poems. These poems are varieties in substance, for a long years I have written these. I imagined many things and put it in my poems with words. I wrote these poems for long years and collected my memories in these poems. These poems are woven from the dreams of many days and nights. Many memories are associated with each poem. The beautiful beauty of this nature seems to cast a spell on my eyes. So sometimes sitting on the stairs in the late afternoon, sometimes walking on the roof in the quiet evening, and sometimes lying in the bosom of the night, looking at the many distant stars, I have let my imagination run wild. And I have captured those wonderful moments with some favorite words. We live on a small floating land in the middle of this universe. We do not understand it. It is beyond our comprehension. Yet, we have also witnessed such a wonderful event as the rising of the sun and moon every day. Yet, I live in the midst of this nature, in West Bengal, India, my beloved country on earth. And I am fascinated by the diversity of this eternally beautiful Bengal again and again. The six seasons that play in the heart of Bengal, this nature dresses up in a new way in every season. So I watch it with fascination. So many things come to mind. How many endless memories have been created. Everything will end one day. Yet this life flows. It has no end. In the language of poetry, the awakening of the precious sense of life from this universe - I have tried to write these with my own small knowledge. Here is some of them.
Have taken up pen or spade
The house of mirrors is left behind
That is why here is the hunger of memories. In my dreams I see the light of the lampshade
The corpse of the leaf cutter
Eternally asleep in the eyes of the beloved
The residence of the jackal. How far has autumn gone
The shade of the cedar has taken its chest
Still on the steps of the school
The soft melody of seeing you is ringing. Those melodies of beauty and serenity
The Dahuk sitting on the branches of the Hijal surrounding the pond
Dead today, they are dead on the path of time
I have begged them to return again. The pictures that were in the Nakshi Kantha
They are still lying unmoving
Today, there is no sleep in my eyes
As if there is no sleep in my ribs, the conch of my eyes. Uttarayan has passed through many transitions
It has passed like the bend of a mountain
In my life, yours,
Will you come back, a flock of migrating birds? New poetry, new pen, all those
Hearts filled with emotion, those pages
With seven hours of daily dreams
Seventeen hours of head crammed. My myth, my jewelery
Everywhere today, your coming and going
Since that Chaitra afternoon,
Finding myself in six years. That step-verse, first touching the heart
Then the illness of a wilderness is like in my mind
The pankauri seen from school is lying dead in a corner of my mind. I just want you to be well forever
The school window has only given me a loophole,
You are another tree, a bird, inaccessible, so today
I have kept for myself only my eyes, lost in dreams. Biswajit Lai
You are like a deer,
You have taken my heart away,
You have left it somewhere
In the depths of the forest;
In the forest light,
You have torn and eaten my heart,
like a young leaf of grass.
Have taken up pen or spade
The house of mirrors is left behind
That is why here is the hunger of memories. In my dreams I see the light of the lampshade
The corpse of the leaf cutter
Eternally asleep in the eyes of the beloved
The residence of the jackal. How far has autumn gone
The shade of the cedar has taken its chest
Still on the steps of the school
The soft melody of seeing you is ringing. Those melodies of beauty and serenity
The Dahuk sitting on the branches of the Hijal surrounding the pond
Dead today, they are dead on the path of time
I have begged them to return again. The pictures that were in the Nakshi Kantha
They are still lying unmoving
Today, there is no sleep in my eyes
As if there is no sleep in my ribs, the conch of my eyes. Uttarayan has passed through many transitions
It has passed like the bend of a mountain
In my life, yours,
Will you come back, a flock of migrating birds? New poetry, new pen, all those
Hearts filled with emotion, those pages
With seven hours of daily dreams
Seventeen hours of head crammed. My myth, my jewelery
Everywhere today, your coming and going
Since that Chaitra afternoon,
Finding myself in six years. That step-verse, first touching the heart
Then the illness of a wilderness is like in my mind
The pankauri seen from school is lying dead in a corner of my mind. I just want you to be well forever
The school window has only given me a loophole,
You are another tree, a bird, inaccessible, so today
I have kept for myself only my eyes, lost in dreams. Biswajit Lai
| Author: Biswajit Lai |
| Publisher: Independently Published |
| Publication Date: Dec 09, 2024 |
| Number of Pages: 108 pages |
| Binding: Paperback or Softback |
| ISBN-10: NA |
| ISBN-13: 9798303095144 |
