About Me

Niloy Paul

An engineer with a hunger for technology and passion for literature. A mixed bag consisting of all sorts of emotions, lonliness and dreams that I believe, would be full-filled by me somewhere, someday..

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Blossom


Blossom

My lines brim with joy
and the happiness of rebirth.
Let the Krishnachura tree dance
gently to my tune,
while embracing the earthly smell
of monsoon.
Still searching for the mysteries,
the mysteries of green engulfed
through the eyes of amazement.
None of them followed
the footsteps of rhythm.
Why?.
Writing the never heard before
theories of blossom,
I found sources of endless
ripened happiness.
Stripped top to bottom,
engrossed myself
looking at the far falling stars,
beneath the sky.
Jumbled up tune of eternity.
Trapped temptations.
The window at my bed side
blocked the passage of free thoughts.
Yet I brought pocketful of juvenileness
to patch up with the monotonous
rain drops that keep falling
in between the gaps of my breathe.
I keep smiling through my chapped lips
to see you victorious.
Wishes are special for you,
might be my lines too.
Your footsteps are my blanket
to warm my little world
with tiny emotions.
I stare at the evergreen presence
of my old Krishnachura.
Wrapped within my words of joy,
postulating every space of it.
Your name is imbibed.
Stony it is!.
May worn out but never abolish.
I polish it with my truest sense,
as it shines but never fades…

* Krishnachura(in Bengali) is better known as the ‘Gulmohar Tree’ in India. A tree that blossoms flamboyantly with brightly coloured flowers and aesthetically attracts poets all across India.

-Nil
9th June, 2012

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