With You

Adolescence was at its prime stage,
And I was strolling down the park.
Loneliness was at its outrage
And the beautiful world seemed so dark.
Serendipity happened and strange feelings emerged from the first encounter with you.

The heart started to fill with softness
The ambience began to ooze amative emotions.
Your company was nullifying my emptiness;
I began to make lovely assumptions.
Soothing was the first meeting with you.

I could smell you in the wet earthly soil,
Your presence could be felt in my empty times.
You were pulling my life out of turmoil,
My dreams comprised your fancies and sweet rhymes.
Passionate fraternity became the first friendship with you.

Your beautiful eyes asked me questions,
Your perfect lips resembled rose buds.
Your flowing long black hairs were 'winds' annotations,
Affection grew and we became love birds.
Ethereal romanticism was the first love with you.

Your talk was like the smooth drizzle,
I wanted to bedraggle myself forever.
Our love intensified and began to dazzle,
My senses caught the incurable fever.
Pinnacle of 'LOVE' was the first kiss with you.

You became a part of my life,
And so did I.
Unfortunately!! Ruthless time created a rife,
I had to ask a question, WHY..WHY..WHY?
Inexorable pain became the partition with you.

Anand Bora

"With You" is ready!!

I kept the readers waiting for long....

The wait is over..
I will post this new creation tomorrow..

The contents of the poem never relates to me..
I have never experienced such a thing..
It is just what I felt like writing..
So it may happen that many of you may not like the poem as well..
Whatever be the case, I still would like comments from your side..

The romantic creation proceeds in the following manner

"Adolescence was at its prime stage....."

My Birthday

You people will be fascinated to know that today is my birthday
and I share my birthday with Victor Hugo and Micheal Bolton and
many other creative presons of history.

It is very ironical that a creative person is doing work in the
technology field. But thats how life goes.

The important thing is to DO YOUR WORK.
The more you get passionate about doing things,
the more you feel free and powerful.

This is what I have realized till date.

MANY MANY HAPPY RETURNS OF THE DAY TO ME!!

WITH YOU

I am in the process of creating this romantic poem..
Wait one or two days....

Anand

The Road that was

The Road that was
Beside my home
Leading to a boulevard..to an avenue.. to a highway
Unchanged through the test of time,
Witnessing me grow up day by day.

The Road that was
Stubborn, hard and tough
Toppling me, giving me 'unforgettable wounds' of algedonic nature..
My limbs and senses were on the receiving end
Gradually learning, I grew up in stature.

The Road that was
The home of helpless vendors,'essential' shops and discordant traffic
Calling me for my daily needs
Inducing innumerous visits..Uff..
'A Pandora's Box' were my deeds.

The Road that was
Cheering, jubilating and celebrating
When the epoch of festivals was going on;
The aroma of delicacies, cuisines and fun filled in the air
Oh! The times of joy and ecstasy are gone.

The Road that was
Loving and Caring
Parents, guardians, neighbours and the pedagogue
Nostalgia of affections haunt my memories
Melancholic am I? Those days have turned into a prologue.

The Road that was
My playground in those cool summer evenings
Elation became the order of the day
Friends, fun, furor, fantasy
Independent I was like the sun's ray.

The Road that was
Crying, sobbing and sad
My departure was on the cards
It was pleading, pacifying, requesting me to stay
Though heart broken, I had to leave those 100 yards.

Anand Bora

BLACK (Reviewed and Modified Version)

Silky purdah drooping down the Asian face
Covering the Angel.. Enchantment is BLACK.

The savior reflects the essence divine
Krishna hypnotizing the mind.. 'Maya' is BLACK.

Education has a fruitful termination
Degrees.. Handling is BLACK.

Youth is the crème of life
Signs.. Variety apart, the positive is BLACK.

Artist molding art and design
Immaculate.. The pen is BLACK.

Virgin glistering with diamond line
Sparkle.. The 'source' is BLACK.

The time for departure has come
Kin's attire.. The feeling is BLACK.

Ability, abnormality, out of ordinary
Helpless mortals.. The struggle is BLACK.

Kills and Bills for bovine beings
Leathery products.. Luxury is BLACK.

Beloved parted with time
Pain.. The void in heart is BLACK.

Sunny days radiating energy
Short-lived.. Silent nights are BLACK.

Betraying the inside, foxing outside
Reflections of self... The shadow is BLACK.

The truth is certain and certainty holds
Impasse eliminated.. 'Truth' is BLACK.

Anand Bora

Many thanks to Puneet.. my best friend!!

The Game and We

Standing tall in the midst of the stadium
We define the battle part
Our body, heart and mind is willow
Our existence keeps the game apart.

Twins we are... have three dimensions
Off, mid and leg are they
Bells standing on the temple
Ringing when the cherry slay.

Legion of legends have been protecting us
Might and skill - their splendid show
Our security is the prime concern
"The master out her" - all should know.

Alas! We have numerous falls
My greatest enemy - the ball and the bowler
"Oh please stop him"
The next moment - "The sky comes closer".

Anand Bora

The poem is being narrated by the wickets used in the game of cricket.

BLACK

Silk drooping down the asian face
Covering the angel, enchantment is BLACK.
The saviour reflects the essence divine
Hypnotising the mind, 'maya' is BLACK.
Education has a fruitful termination
Degrees.. handling is BLACK.
Youth is the creme of life
Signs. Variety apart, the positive is BLACK.
Artist moulding art and design
Immaculate, pen is BLACK.
Virgin flooded with diamond line
Sparkle.. the 'source' is BLACK.
The time for departure has come
Kin's attire.. The feeling is BLACK.
Ability, abnormality, out of ordinary
Helpless.. struggle is BLACK.
Kills and Bills for bovine beings
Leather.. Luxury is BLACK.
Betraying the inside, foxing outside
Reflections... shadow is BLACK.
The truth is certain and certainity beholds
Impasse eliminated.. 'Truth' is BLACK.

Anand Bora

RELIEVE TO BELIEVE

In this ephemeral sojourn of artistic cognition
People enjoying the essence of colors
Their faces exhibiting various expressions
Caught in the delusion of art.

An unsaid feeling in their eyes
Curiosity is obvious, the child in them is redefined
Asphyxiation of needless fear flickers in the cornea
Here glass is not required, your contribution is 'dear'.

Freedom of thoughts and expressions
Backtraces to freedom of mind
Odds and ends in your capital
Embossed on the paper creating 'colorful' rhyme.

Extraordinary people from the crowd
Like a rose in a bunch of jasmine
Freshness shines...
Hope... The thought also shines..

An honest statement asserting emancipation
In favour of the 'evergreen' art
Efforts of the multitude - should they know
They 'll have to 'relieve to believe'.

Anand Bora

The poem was written on the SOF Art activity conducted
on Nov 26th, 2006. The title of the poem is given as such
because of the following instance. I was thinking what to
write and it seemed like I had a blackout in my mind.
Then I wrote 'Relieve'. The word was changed to 'Believe'
by vasundhara Das. I gave it a thought and correlated
the situations. Finally this poem came up.

Rendezvous with reality

I came back from a city called Munger..
Its a versy small city with basically a village culture
in its backdrop..
But here I am not going to write about the city..
I am just talking about the relation of poverty and real India..
I went to RIMS yesterday for some social work..
We were to distribute some stuff among the patients..
I was doing just that..
Suddenly at some point of time..
One of the patients in Ortho Department said - "Sir.. can u please give me some money too.. I dont have any money.. I have not eaten anything substancial since 6 days and I dont expect any money in the near future from anybody."
At this moment.. I was really touched.. But due to serious involvement in that work I couldnt give any thought..
At the night time.. i started to think about the situation..
Back from countryside and then encountering such a case.. I thought whats the need of all the money people are earning.. whats the need of all the technologies we are building.. when we cant feed our own people...
So much pain is there in the world and we keep on harping on our petty troubles..
When will the ambience of living transform in the broader sense...
The condition is pathetic..
But still..
We got to go back to the Vedas and the Gita for answers..
This is what I thought...
Thinking ... Thinking...
I slept...

The answer I realized - "Do your Karma"

Anand Bora

Declination

Lines on the graph move up with times
This thought runs on expected lines
Ladders of achievements accomplish the ascent
But the attitude shows... it's not potent.

I believe, I feel... I lie
My virtues screaming, 'Come on...let's die'
My clique has turned a banal ground
Culture lingers... turning me unsound.

Life is full of bumps and falls
Resilient is the fall... resilient like trolls
Downs dominating ups in the fray
Bottom of the civilization... lesser mortals lay.

Anand Bora

A piece of art

This is One of my earlier works on PHOTOSHOP...

Sequel

This is the sequel to something which I wrote long back..
A friend of mine, Mehtab, requested me to write the same.
So here it goes..

I compared death to the beloved. People have been contradicting
me on this thought but its just a thought.

You know you got to feel things up.
Then u can realize what beneath the written text.
In lots of my poems, if you closely analyse,
you get lots of meaning.
I write a compressed manner.
Leaving all that and back to where I started
Just think
that you are alone
you are breathing
you are sensing things around you
Mounting on to this scenario
Consider you are in a very serene environment..
Do you feel something.
I expect you do.
You may feel peace or fear or love
Did I say 'love'.

I just mean that.
Any human being first loves himself.
If you are on the verge of death, you wud like to live.
But just think about your ultimate goal.
Any human being ultimately wants to merge with almighty
He doesnt know that
But this is the truth.
And you have no way, but to believe this.
Death is all around you everytime.

We say that your wife is you soulmate.
That's what I say.
Death is your soulmate.
Hence by the property of transitivity
It turns out to be : Death is your beloved.

Whatever I wrote may seem to be crazy
But its just a thought.

You got to ponder...

One more last thing..

You always think that
whom do you love most?
whom do you care about most?
whom do you think about most?

It's you
You are important.
Your life is important.
Equally, your death is important.

Dont fear from her.
Let her be on your side.

Then you will feel happiness..
That's what everybody wants....

Anand Bora

Trembling Line

Sitting on the bench
On the verge of starting a new script
I look on...
The human trembling line.

Emotions pouring through the face
Distressed, disgusted and abase
Awaiting the parchment of life
Answers are the literal wife.

Confidence reflects on the physignomy
Determination shines on some...
That 'some' is an important factor
Others suffer due to lust of 'playful' nectar.

The line I refer to...
Is the queue of 'studs' on scrutiny
Performing in the hall wont be a cakewalk
Testing the mettle - a product of bark.

Words guiding the cardiac senses
Ink committing innumerous offenses
Hope....coordination remains incessant
'Period' makes the line stagnant.

Anand Bora

This poem was written in a very eccentric situation.
I was in my exam hall waiting for the exam to start.
I could see my batchmates sitting on the other bench
in a row. I thought of jotting down the emotions
exhibited by their faces.

Enigma

Encounter the enigma of life
My desperados, your puzzles and their dilemmas
All happening in phases of life
Can’t do anything….. But encounter the enigma of life.

The tanginess, intricacies and depth
Beyond boundaries.
Bending down on knees, begging
Helpless!!! Encounter the enigma of life.

The genre of expressions
& the repertoire of feelings
Just the products of human heart
Materialistic….. Encounter the enigma of life.

Ups and cups, full of broth
Downs and frowns, bunch of faces
Nothing but senses prevail
No use…. Encounter the enigma of life.

The heart seems a grave
Kin is at stake
Brake ups and brake downs
Crackful isn’t it… Encounter the enigma of life.

Hallucinogens, narcotics, drugs, drinks
Imparting eternal happiness and peace
Only to terminate
Quagmire…. Encounter the enigma of life.

Warmth being frozen and poles being melted
Joys from an integral part
Have to continue living in prejudice
Absurd…. Encounter the enigma of life.


Anand Bora