Lost ... Found

(Lost ... Found)

The day I first saw the hideous light of the world,

I panicked … cried out loud,

At the sight of masked strangers.

Slid into a sleep … terrified …

That was the first time I was scared.

As the cacophony of the “new” faded,

As I blinked into reality …

I saw you!

I was mesmerized …

As I saw caring motherliness

Cascading from your loving eyes.

You too were overwhelmed,

As if you finally have the fruit of all your prayers.

Felt … I don’t need to be afraid anymore …

I am with the one I was longing for …

From now it will be just you and me.

I like nothing without you,

Company of others,

Their love, caress … nothing!

And Love was born with this … for the first time.

I love eating from your hands,

I love it when you bathe me,

To be one with you.

One day, abruptly, you ceased to be,

Bankrupting me of your love for the first time.

Everyone said you’re in the heavens … a star …

I have looked for you in the endless night sky, with untiring eyes,

Hoped to see you in the daylight, on land, rivers, oceans …

But where are you? … thoughts cloud the mind …

The black nimbus clouds, are they your hair?

The red sunset, is that the color of your saree?

The blue ocean your psyche?

Farewell - Kajal Kanti Majumder

Farewell

Farewell is a word

Gloomy and depressing …

One bids farewell to the battle called life,

With victory or defeat.

Wry winter bids farewell too

With the touch of spring.

Burning summer bids farewell

In the cooling monsoons.

The oceans have bid farewell

And receded from the tall mountains.

The new has arrived with the farewell

From the once-modern old times.

Farewell …  to the mother’s lap,

Childhood, teens.

Farewell … to the playgrounds

To the hangouts of the good old days.

Farewell … to the tsunami of living

At the behest of routine and mundane.

Farewell … to the beliefs

In revolts and protests.

Farewell … to the mother and father

And many close to the heart.

Farewell … to cuddling with the

Once new born.

For a while now, in my own busy ways,

Have tried to carve persons out of living things …

Now even this work begs to hang the boots,

Will bid farewell to it, with lots of love from all.

Time to live away from the towering mansion,

In my own little home.

Time to mingle with the swarm of medicines and anecdotes

Knowing a tougher time is arriving slowly,

When I will walk the steps of reality

Into a deep darkness

Bidding farewell to the lap of

The ever-young earth.