My Boat Sets Sail

If I die someday soon, remember this of me,
I looked upon life as an endless sea,
Where friends are like islands, each a brief stopover,
But I’ll sail on, destined as a tireless rover.

When I sail on, do not grieve,
I will live on, in caverns deep,
Of your minds and souls, I am sure,
Friends don’t stay, but friendships endure.

Winds of change sweep round us
We quest for change, heart’s all abuzz,
But most hold on, fearful of change,
My sail puffs, for I yearn to range.

Ahoy, ahoy, there shines the mast aloft,
Disembark those, whose mettle are soft,
I laugh as I face the turbulent sea,
Sinking means death; death means “free”!



-- jayanta ray, 17th June 2010

To Kirti Parasrampuria, My Imaginative Student!

In an English teacher's life, it happens rare,
There comes a student, who does dare,
To think free, and to think unfettered,
Such students are never bettered.
Kirti, the free soul, was such a ranger,
To stymied thoughts, a total stranger;
She roamed free, the isle of the mind
An imaginative genius. If I look behind,
A better writer i can hardly find,
A beautiful girl - polite and kind!

--- 16th June 2010

Life is Horizontal

My friends, all, know this of me,
I preached and practiced democracy;
Rule of the Iron Hand
Is out of fashion – this is a free land.
There are people who love licking boots
And stay contented with sycophancy’s fruits;
Sorry, my goals are a little more noble
For keeping my job, licking is way too much trouble!
I know this much, after I am gone,
You’ll be missing a PERSON, not a CHAIR carved on stone.
I say again, what I said before,
A little gem from knowledge’s shore:-
“Respect the person, not the chair”,
Life is horizontal, not a vertical layer!

10th June 2010

Independence

Independence:
2nd June 2010


There comes a time in every person’s life
When he/she chooses between peace and strife
Peace will not yield lucrative financial fruit
Strife will make you rich, and unhappy to boot.

Choose we must, now or later
Are we happy? Or do we deserve better?
Money-spinning? Or peaceful rest?
Or a balance of both? What is the best?

I seek to retire. I am tired and jaded.
Old and haggard, I am embedded
With disease of an ancient origin
Independence Fever. Or, the Original Corporate Sin.

The clutters of the shackles have long deafened
I have no spirit left. Hard to fend
Against the scheming hands of corporate bosses
Our life upturns, with their head-tosses.

There exists a place far from bicker
Where human politics is a far-off flicker
A virtual plane of unreal people
You can meet fast, and quicker uncouple.

I wish to go away to that virtual world
I am bruised and battered. Solitude is gold
Dug deep from the caverns of the World Wide Web.
Be on my own. And my pains will ebb.

Priyanka Choudhury's farewell - 14 April 2010

Priyanka, alias Goobloo, is moving on
By tomorrow morning, she'll be gone
Our team will always have a void
There's no instant fix, no polaroid
Time will heal the wound, yet
We'll miss you dear, you bet!

14th April 2010, Kolkata - On Priyanka Choudhury's farewell from Connectiva

Priyodorshini Priyanka

Jetey Nahi Dibo, Tobu Jetey Ditey Hoy,
Tobo Srmiti Omolin, Bondhuttyo Robey Okhkhoy
Tobo Hashi, Tobo Gaan, Ghirey Robey Onukhkhon,
Jibon pothey Kobhu Pichu Firey Bikhkhon
Priyodorshini! Houk Sofol Tobo Sokol Akankhsha
Hridoy Soroni Pothey rekhey Geley Tobo Chaya, Hey Priyanka!

- 14th April, on Priyanka Choudhury's farewell from Connectiva

Jara Brishti tey Bhijechilo

Brishti Snato Sokalbela, Shiuli Phool er Saathe,
Nogno podey Uthonmajhey, Chata Diye Mathey
Key Rey Oi Dooshtoo Meye, Mukh-Bhorti Rodh?
Budhdhi-Bhora Chtto Matha, Hridoy-Bhora Bodh

-- 14th April 2010, on Priyanka Choudhury's farewell