The god's transformation to a man

The man thought himself a god, relentless and proud

Yet his blood proved as red as that of those around.

And blissful realization came with dying breath.

Realization imparted only in the hour of death.

For a god's struggles and worries ceased

And it was instead a man's soul that departed, finally freed.

Poem: Within a Wall

Within a Wall

Within a wall, all colors are imprisoned
An artists’ imagination, seeking a freer abode than his mind
Finds refuge in the painting, but is trapped away within a wall.

A riot of colors dear to the heavens,
The worldly observers of paintings can only watch
Through a closed space within a wall,
While wondering from what world these colors came

The trees’ soft shadows melt away
into the river and flow out of the frame
An artists’ imagination finally set free
As heaven finds refuge at last within a wall

The dancing colors, both imprisoned and liberated,
Regard with wonder the azure depths of the artist’s impassioned eye
As he finds solace in the hues
Within a wall.

-Aritro Biswas

Nightly reverie

But, ah! The dreams of the night!
And the melody by the moonlight!
With soft step, they cast everything to quiet reverie,
birds sing quiet and inspired odes to the night,
The mirrors of nightly wanderers take on unearthly shine when struck by moonlight,
For only in the night does the seemingly mundane and quiet reverie
suddenly transform into beautiful life.

-Aritro Biswas

Poem: Welcoming Home the Beloved Traveler

Welcoming Home the Beloved Traveler

I pray for verses long gone by
That I may sing again with my vain lips
What paltry wreaths are my songs to crown your trials as you have come home?

My gaze wanders down the forest path,
The steady pulse of ages long past reverberates in your steps homeward bound.

Your heart, eager to behold home at last,
 forgets all bounds self-imposed as you left.
A desperate longing for life in your eyes,
You come to me silently with arms outstretched.

I sing to you what songs I may
wondering if they can rouse you to strength once more.
-Aritro Biswas

Poem: An Awakening

An Awakening: The Attainment of Spiritual Ideals

Why does thou brood in silence behind a cage

Let thy melody rouse the world, o Master

That it shines more brightly than the awakening skies.

Let thy song guide the eternal dancer through the skies from sunrise to sunset

Let it water the earth in my bones and give me strength which I know of naught

To find the forgotten Island of my Soul

And guide my sailing spirit to shore.

-Aritro Biswas