Poems by Dipanjan Bhattacharjee

My Tears

a poem by Dipanjan Bhattacharjee

With tears in my eyes,
My sole heart cries;
For, for that thing,
Which has not become a string;
Without any supports, without any cares-
Drop, drop my lonely tears…

My heart pours out,
Like a perennial sprout-
And floods me
To the vast sea
Of sorrow and pain,
Filled with my eyes rain…

My eyes are red today:
Says the suns illuminating rays;
For it has wept and wept
For the agony that crept,
Into the heart deep;and pained
Without any rest, without any sleep.

Will anyone ever Got send-
For the pain to end?
Shall I ever stop weeping-
And into the anguish, sinking?
Will there be someone to stop my tears-
And wrap me in the whole-hearted cares?

My heart asks you,
These questions a few,
With the thought that-
You will send someone
To illuminate my life
As the glaring sun.

Tragedy in space

a poem by Dipanjan Bhattacharjee

Humans hands are crossing sky limit,
Beyond the distant sky so far.
In space the life tries to meet;
And touch the feelings of brightening star.

Thou! pour the fear to modify God,
And step in beyond the fearful limit.
The rocket launched by human lord,
Tries to modify them to exact meet.

Kalpana the Indian born American spirit,
Was a unsung hero in this human earth.
Crossed and won a God built limit,
But never returned to proof her mirth.

A tragedy in space was proved by her,
Which profused the earth in thy eternal spirit
She’s not here but in a high resuming far,
But she has won the hearts by crossing thy limit.

NASA took her intelligence and sent her to space,
Sixteen days in space was she in spirit.
Round and round she moved by the grace,
In every step in limit.

She was rather known as “Immortal Image”
In the eyes of every literate life.
Her life reached an inspirative stage;
Because of her hard work and strife.

Colombia took her to eternal sleep,
Every people were washed in tears.
The world shouted in way for grief,
But the minds of the people were urging in fears.

So free they are

a poem by Dipanjan Bhattacharjee

Over the windows, out I stare,
The birds fly over the fresh free air.
So beautiful are there life,
Without any strain, without any strife.

Flapping their wings in the vast free air,
‘Oh’ so peace, no one to share.
Flying above the rocks and hills;
Flying above the daffodills.

Flying towards, where they want;
In their way, they squeak a chant.
My eyes were rounded in surprise,
What a beauty of mothers choice!

If I Can Know

a poem by Dipanjan Bhattacharjee

If I can know, why the grass is green?
And why the air is not seen?

Who lights the stars at night?
And who makes the moon so bright?

Who has made the huge blue ocean?
And gave it a different type of motion?

Who has taught the birds to fly?
Through the vast blue sky?

Who has given life to human?
And made him a responsible man?

Who has built this huge earth?
And made the system of getting birth?

At last I got the answer from my dad,
That its nothing, but the only God…