MY POLE STAR

I miss so much, I truly miss thee 

and tormented by cruel destiny.

I'm minute like the sand around, 'a speck' -

while you're a mountain in Nature's wake.

Incomprehensible then, the words you told -

some faded, some etched in memory of gold.

In my dreams, thee come but not stay -

thee words like pebbles paved my way.

You taught that not all things are taught -

preached peace, yet the battles you've fought!

Thee exist no more in the mortal form,

painful as it is, it's the world's norm.

I can only see you when I close my eyes -

like the phoenix in my conscience you rise -

I do not know now where you are -

my guide, my beacon, my polestar!

I've much to talk about, much to know -

showering of thee wisdom like falling snow.

Sir, I know we would one day surely meet -

thee palm on my head, with me at your feet.

PRASENJIT©2024

THE MOON'S JOURNEY

It seems though as if it were dreams -

the shimmering of moonlight on streams.

The creatures of the water can feel -

warmth of the light till their heart's fill.

Is it any fear that the darkness endure?

Nature flourishes in beauty, though obscure.

The moon sweeps away in its own quest -

while the chasing sun rise at an earliest.

Whispering clouds now full the air -

while the moon glided alone and bare.

Not to rest but just in the moment being -

night chases the day, clouds fleeing...

The aura of the night is a dreamy thing -

with gleam of first rays takes to wing.

The wind that is to fall upon the face -

will engulf the mind; vanish without a trace.

PRASENJIT©2024