If life is a forest, the two souls are two trees of coruscating leaves
Dr. Ratan Bhattacharjee, an eminent poet, writer and award-winner author of 25 books from Kolkata, India shares his poems
Dr. Ratan Bhattacharjee, Affiliate Faculty of Virginia Commonwealth University Richmond & Founder President Kaleidoscopic Indian American Studies, was formerly Head Post Graduate Dept. of English. He is an awarded author of nearly 25 books on British American (Francis Scott Fitzgerald Patridge & Theodore Dreiser INSC) and Indian English literature besides his poetry books (Oleander Blooms) and recently published fiction books (Six Feet Distance Bloomington) published from USA. He is also Visiting Professor of many American Universities and associated with International Advisory Board of Theodore Dreiser Society Philadelphia besides being multilingual Columnist (The Sentinel Aajkal Puber Kalam Daink Statesman Assam Tribune Shillong Times), etc. He is Associate Professor and Chair Post Graduate Dept. of English and Columnist cum Poet; Editor in Chief Literary Confluence: A Global Journal of English and Culture Studies. Rattan lives in Calcutta (Kolkata) – India.
LIFE – A FOREST…
If life is a forest
The two souls are two trees of coruscating leaves
If life is a novel
It is in-one-breath-non-stop-read tale from the ribs.
If life a river
Their faith is like the sportive play between
The stone and watery ripples.
If life is a struggle
Their strength manifest in a lively fun
Like shadow playing against the sun
If life is rest
Their ideas are the prowess of mind
If life is colorful
Their peace of mind ever easy to find.
If friendship ever goes vocal
Time becomes spacious and huge
If their oneness can be measured
Their mind can be filled with green hues
If life is a whirlwind of laughter
The two souls are the inborn icon of smile
If life is a quicksand of tears
They beckons us to the enchanted isle.
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RETREAT
If any day you come back as the Shraban cloud
Shall I come as stormy wind
To carry you along with me
Does the cloud know
How to love the wind when it is stormy
Or all illusions and delusions just end
Before all begins in the memory trove
One woman can be a piece of cloud
With the promise of love
If you come back as a river I may wait for you
As the sea with heart full of waves
Time passes on fast
Like a glass of wine and raves
Reality is fragile while limitless is
The horizon of dream
I wait for your arrival as a dark-eyed Apsara
To the river’s brim
If you ever come back as a hilly fountain
I will be soaked in your water
Beneath as small pebbles
I dream of being warm in your wave water
Like a sparkling bubbles
If you come back at the end of winter with the vernal song
Life will be all so beautiful and nothing will remain wrong
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Prepared Angela Kosta Academic, journalist, writer, poet, essayist, literary critic, editor, translator, and journalist.
