Colours of India: poems

 Listimon 

By dibakar purkayastha

Listimon,

Do I remember your eyes are fresco of black and white clouds

Your hair  deep green pine

Those lips of your are red like sohiong

And your laughter?

Just Gargling  of Nohkalikai water.

Listimon,Oh dear! 

We had our those golden mid-day of hot May 

Your hair sway

With whipping wind of Lawsohtun

We had our promenade alone

Chrysanthemum and Rhododendron around 

Over the hilltop we found 

Menhir and dolmen 

Mawsongthait  even 

We lost our path in madding spring

And when we are back it was raining.

Listimon,

Oh  those soft shiny days of winter 

When we were together

Walking over fallen leaves 

Your jainpein covering our hips 

Is this only reminiscence of past 

That speaks our love robust ?    

Listimon,

 As all say still here,

 every year all flower blossom, tears they shed

Cloud shed tears over Nohkalikai cascade

Percolating water run though drain 

Umbrella is still handy during rainy days again 

Winter chill trudges with silent traverse

Trees shed barks and pine shed leaves at large

Every season still same here 

Significantly, only you are not there 

Still we have our jainsem and jainkup 

Summer and winter same we look

Shun and Kwai we are not bereft 

But Listimon, 

Where on earth have  you  left ? 

, 

Colours of India: poems

 Pink festival : a sonnet 

By dibakar purkayastha

What is better than a pink winter 

When I have a festival of pink flower 

What is better than a pink fragrance 

Let me have here my pink romance.

All your swans and doves  in park and lake 

The best part of the year,I can undertake

The frost in morning and dew all over 

Tranquility with pink petels near and far.

All our women should love to don in pink 

Sky will shower the sunbream, I think 

Holy son of God will born here soon 

Pink city will celebrate with pink festoon 

Serenade carols will be played in night 

Surfiet pink love the city will celebrate.

Colours of India:poems

 Shillong solitude

By  dibakar purkayastha

Let the sky censor the cloud allow

soothing moon to beam

Let all tall pines lengthen their shadow 

upto percolating stream 

Oh the solitude !

Let the cry of night birds spread

over the distant moore 

Let the drizzling dew drops in the silence

fall on neighbours door

Oh the solitude!

Let the old Kong shut her dukan jadoh

and enjoy the warmth indoor 

Let the last drop of costly whiskey of uncle

shouldn't fall upon the floor

Oh the solitude!

Let the Shilong enwarp its cool nature

widespeard as Amazon 

Let  those  beauty of my childhood be

enshrined, and not bygone.

Oh the solitude!

Colours of India: poems

 How are you Shillong

I traversed  crisscrossing ten walls of clouds to  link up with you.

How are you doing, Shillong? 

By dibakar purkayastha

I have navigated through colonnade of vigilant eyes of hundred tall pines 

This time, to have my secret rendezvous, with you, 

my dear Shillong.

Enveloped the time with unwanted drizzle,

Shivering chill and whipping wind,

a sudden vintage adour.

Ten thousand of cold breeze I intersected, to endure you,  

I swam though maddening smell of your naval, and got tipsy; 

oh my hamlet, my Shillong.

Oh dear!

Arrange ten thousand of your meadow and Moore 

with manna dew and morning fog;

Decorate the welcoming garland 

with a new epic of sweet pines 

Welcome me again, my dear

let it be my second honeymoon.

How are you, Shillong?

Colours of India : Poems

 A glimpse of winter at Shillong 

By dibakar purkayastha

'Wait outside until I let you in'

I cothed. 

'Give some more time at least up to December 

when tall pines will shed their  barks, 

brown long leaves will fall and cover  

the sidewalks towards my village. 

When frost will cover the meadows and moore,

pears and plum trees will turn lifeless brown.

The shepherd will clad himself in old leather jacket

and his smelly hat and  go out in morning. 

His sqint eyes and uneven teeth will search for

fallen branches of pines that can be used as firewood in his home. 

His nosetip will get cold and frozen and fingers are almost numb.

Those green tin roofs of houses will make

 onomatopoeia of  tam tam water droplets from one tin to other.

Car of my neighbour will not start with ignition key 

and he has to make repeated attempts.

Sky will be clear and deep blue ,

Will call me before you 

Into that land my father,

take me once  before you take me away.'