Bhaskar Roy Barman

THE ALIEN THOUDEA

Bhaskar Roy Barman He knew for sure he was going to succumb To the eminence grise of an alien thoudea he dreaded; Alien to him was its import, though he felt Its mumming effect

DROPS OF A STREAM

Bhaskar Roy Barman As does the Great River On to the sea and back To the matted hair of Lord Shiva, On flows the life-stream Adorned with ornaments, As is a newly-wed couple. Following

TWO LOVERS

Bhaskar Roy Barman Once on an evening in a desolate place Far from the madding crowds eternal strife I stood closeted with the eve-beauty Manifested around the place, Exposing myself to the eerie and

ASSIGNMENT

Bhaskar Roy Barman So much obsessed with a piece of work Devolved upon me and fed up with it, I felt as if I were waving my hand at a shadowgraph To walk a

Bhaskar Roy Barman The scene lacked for the manifestation Characteristic of a scene. Though the scene was promised a revealing A plethora of manifestations that remained over. In other scenes manifestations reveal themselves Of

THE MAGIC WAND

Bhaskar Roy Barman Once in my childhood I watched mesmerized a magician Magic everything away from before my eyes And thought he had descended, endowed with supernatural power, From a fairyland where illusions reigned

THE TABLE IN A RESTAURANT

Bhaskar Roy Barman The moment I close my eyes In meditation on the unfathomable I visualize golden fleeces of cloud Perambulating the skies And old faces peering down through the fleeces, Their faces writhed

JIMMY

( A Poem in Remembrance) Bhaskar Roy Barman Jimmy, A black, snub-nosed bitch, a jaw shoved out, Your eyes throwing forward a wrinkled reproachful look, Your fur so brindled as to give one to

THE AMARANTH

Bhaskar Roy Barman The kaleidoscope stood befrilled with splendour; No messenger from on high did descend to hand It blessings, though. The rassling trees coruscated in an interplay of light and dark, The sun

A BREAK IN THE RHYTHM OF LIFE

Bhaskar Roy Barman When the world itself looked exhausted, Revolving round the sun; When a bumble-bee sounded tired Of humming round a ternate leaf; When a few fishermen were venting their rage on their