Falguni Ghosh (Voices Within)

Falguni Ghosh, a bilingual writer, lives in Kolkata, Bengal, India. He was born on 6 March in 1978. He is writing poetry, essays, articles, nonfictions and novels for the last twenty two years in both the languages—Bengali (his mother tongue) and English. He is a dynamic avant-garde Kolkata-based young writer . He has already published 14 books in his credit. Some notable books in Bengali are—‘Sisiphus er Swapno’ (Poetry), ‘Karna Prasanga’ (Poetry), ‘Orpheus er Banshi’ (Poetry) and in English are—‘Heart’s Rainbow’ (Poetry), ‘Love in Kolkata’ (Novel), ‘An Existential Voice’ (Non-fiction), ‘The Play Boy’ (Novel).

Society and Artist

Once again a new morning

A new day starts its journey...

Man is the slave of his social circumstances.

Society is a bee-hive producing honey

But I am not a bee-worker.

I can’t be a worker bee to fill up

the luxury and leisure of the opportunists.

I am what I am always choosing

My life as my own may be or may not be

Sanctioned by the censor-wand of the society;

Myself is the society as my own.

Life is a long journey

of trials and tussles

of profit and loss.

But an artist does not fig for

the mundane things by which

Every creature moves round.

A new day once again ’ll start

Mine is an artist, a pen a copy is waiting for...

Love in Anarchy

In this world of anarchy

Love is but a little bird

Shaking in tumultous storm.

Love is tender and tendermost

very hard to keep it alive.

A soft rooted small plant in a scorching

day burning and burning all day long

And somehow by luck and chance

that resists with all its enduring power.

Love has its power and that is precious

And ideal too. This is a reciprocal journey

 among many and in between the two.

We are only sitting on the bank of love

Toiling much devoting like a mother

We act like a Bacchan or Jaya to keep

Our love alive. But anarchy of ego

Has snatched the purity of love

And we like an orphan

Shed our tears.

Monalisa

A smiling face always brings rain in heart

Here is the desert all around

Thorny plants raise their head

We are but the ugly camels

Bearing the caravan of life.

One drop of smile is equal

To a splash of rain

After a tumultous scorch.

Life enlivens once again

Sooth comes with a mature serenity.

Our life is the smile of Monalisa

We all are the Leonardo drawing

An eternal picture in the mind’s deep.

But we are staggering and stumbling

Sweating and hesitating like a Prufrock;

The simplest talk from the heart emanates.....

Hello MONALISA I love you.

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Voices Within-2020 :: Setu, February 2020