A Traveller Of Love

Closer is the death

Dream lies in far

Life is a slave

Knuckles down by desirous breath

Desire- of having you

An immortal wish

Heart is a trickster

In simple wiles, it splits me by two

A temptation revives

Dream wakes, again

Life wants you, still

To live, to comfort, to survive

In a quandary of faith

Tears mixing smiles

Begins a new journey

A traveller of love, beyond death.

  Sourav RC

With Love

There's no love without you
Nor for that I really do care
But then in your magical hue
My every insanity looks so fair;

Like waves rush towards the shore
Moon's attraction for the earth
Thus your appeal or even more
My each step follows your path;

In tenderness of your loving flame
I can burn all despicable woes
Your eyes, there lies my fame
Deep in my veins your love flows;

Holds perfection in every moment
Your love is a gift, in it I find art
In my eloquence let me present
With love, my one doting heart. 

 Sourav RC 

An Appeal

Paint me in your colour

In this bloody hour

Before the soul fades away

Revive it like a flower.

Awake me from my sleep

Save from my nightmare

Before my screams destroy this world

Touch my heart with your flair.

Teach me your lesson again

Set the mind free of confusion

Before I acquire the diabolic art

Seal my fate with your conclusion.

Give me the dream that you dreamt

While you were creating me

Before I get blinded by death

That dream I want to be

Show me you are real

Burn the veil of secrecy

Come forth with your power

Prove- you’re not just a fantasy.
 Sourav RC

Myth of Life

Thinking alone in the night

Is there any way to find solace for everyone?

Where rain means joy to all

They don’t have to find shelter

Under one cracked roof

Day brings pleasure

They don’t need to grind life

Under the scorching sun

Evening would be calm

And money would be enough

To feed the empty stomach

Hunger wouldn’t talk in the middle of the night;

There are people running with the money

And playing of course-

Lack the options to spend them

They have houses where they never visit

And money what they never use.

Then there are intellectuals

Who find solutions for an equal world -

In a large conference hall

And there are poets like me

Who voice their words –

In some isolated poetry;

But in the end,

These words are far from reality

Revolution comes only in dreams

In the pages of books-

Man still moans in hunger

Youth still yells in anger

Child chases a frolicking dog

And that woman is still busy

 Cleaning your dirty stuff.

 Sourav RC

Hypothesis

Dwelling between sanity and insanity
Thus life goes
Balancing between modesty and vanity
Thus poem flows.

Hearing my voice and holding my pen
Writing my thoughts again and again
Life teaches its facts in a hard way
Present in my mind as thoughts' bouquet

All the poems I've ever written
Those lines of conscience-smitten
Still love you that much like before
And I keep looking for more and more

Bedazzled between dreams and reality
As time grows
Determining to clear evil with morality
As word flows. 

Fragment From Life

Walking tamely on a full circle

Following own withering footstep

Waiting perpetually for the miracle

Looking for a thankful escape.

Burdened by own grief and sorrow

Crowded days and lonely nights

Desperation for happiness to borrow

Wounded sternly by the inner fights.

Numb of carrying a dead soul

Virtue wins in a different story

Heading towards a lifeless goal

Filling heart with ageless worry.

Lost the meaning of right and wrong

Become a machine in this mechanical age

Forgot the root from where I belong

Living blindfolded in a dubious cage.

 Sourav RC