Saikat Gupta Majumdar (Voices Within)

Saikat Gupta Majumdar, is a bilingual poet. He resides in Kolkata. He works in a private organisation in ‘Accounts Division’ His hobby is writing poems, rhymes captions and short stories both in English and Bengali. His main focus is on his English poems which have got published in various online magazines including the US based bilingual magazine ‘SETU’ so far. Apart from online magazines he has successfully contributed in ‘Indology’, the Raigunj (W.B,India) based little magazine in Book form.

The blossom and the withered one

In the corner of a street

A flower shop facing at the road

Displays the lovely, charming ones

From the common roses to unknown

With variety of each kind

In bunches, single or garlands.

The people of the town

Step in out of urge or eager

In their ups & down all the day

From the children to couples

And aged old fellows

For passion, grim or gay.

One day, while a kid stood in

Before the sight of flowers

Exploring each one in wonder

Suddenly, noticed an old fellow

Thin and feeble with bearded cheeks

Starring at him from a little far.

Smiled slowly as he looked back

And then came to him in weak steps

‘You are loveliest of all indeed’

‘And you?’ the kid asked back

Smiled again the man fingering at a board

“The flowers that have withered are in no need” .

The Two Cases

It was a dark night

The traveller saw a car moving on street

Without a driver inside

He turned back and about to run in fear,

“It failed to start, -please help”

He looked back getting a human voice

The driver was pushing from the back

So no one was found to steer.

Another man was found to mourn

Sitting on a sea beach

As the reason was asked

People got surprised each,

He kept a diamond ring under the sand

Just below a milk white cloud

After a while, as it passed away

The ring was no longer found.

Both the cases are funny enough

However, a basic difference lies,

Circumstance made traveller fool in first one

But the man on beach was foolish and unwise.

Reformation

The long prayer was over with the bell

Closing eyes in rest room by the church boundary,

The father could see a bright man full of youth---

And could hear the name ‘R-i-i-ck-y’ ‘R-i-c-k-y’

From audience Gallery.

The rising singer on the stage

With a mind blowing song –‘let’s fly in blue’,

And magical tune in guitar

A big applaud by fans---

And mobbed after the show too. .

Kept floating with a boat in ocean of dreams

Crashed into a black rock ‘Mac’

A notorious man,

Allured him to make millionaire overnight

As he cherished a dream to be so

Got tempted at once….

In the evening on illuminated stage

And at noon in solitary places in disguise

With small packs of drug to sell

Aiming to be the richest.

The ill-fate suddenly came

With being entrapped by police-in-disguise

Repented a lot behind the bar for years ----,

Met a saint after acquittal --

And was inspired by sacred tales of ‘Jesus’.

He opened his eyes in rest room -slowly…….

Hearing ‘Father John, please come for dinner’

A disciple called him gently.

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Voices Within-2020 :: Setu, February 2020

Poetry: Saikat Gupta Majumdar

Saikat Gupta Majumdar

Mother Ganges

Our legend tells
For years since a long
Here the ‘Mother Ganges’ does belong
And with the flow of events with her
She is the most ancient river.

Days come to an end
And from the dusk to the next dawn
The holy Ganges flows on
And again till the another dawn
She continues to go and on.

But with the passing of days
The habitation grows
And as the habitants are on way to rise
No more alone she flows
But carries filths with her
Polluting the holy river.

Still we say her the ‘Mother Ganges’
As believed since the past
As the legend says
And believe her to be the holiest of all
In the need of worshiping ‘Idol’
And for every religious need
She is most sacred indeed.

Know thyself well

Who tells the almighty is there
Above the hills high
Behind the blue far from here.

Who tells he’s but in the heaven
And one can find him
The death but comes when.

He is the omnipresent, almighty God
And lies everywhere
From your home to abroad.

And you adore him all
Whether praying at the church
Or, in the form of idol.

Where ever you’re he lives in your heart
So know thyself well
Leaving the rest apart.

Setu, September 2019

Poetry: Saikat Gupta Majumdar

Saikat Gupta Majumdar

The Eyes Only

I can hardly imagine your face
The moment I like to remember it,
An unclear appearance usually comes
But, the only thing I can still find
Is your eyes bluish and clean.

In my effort to visualise
I can only find the eyes staring at,
With a scared but lively glance
And with some unasked questions probably about me?

It’s the moving balls under the leafy lid,
That I often dream about,
As they try to talk to me
With a lot of queries cherished duly,
And I too keep on asking alike
Till I find myself in dream indeed.

Your face may go beyond imagination
But the dreamy eyes will not deprive
Days will pass on visualising them,
And that scared but lively eyes
Will Keep staring alike on and on.


No longer a child

Titley is no longer a baby
Mom thinks her to be a child yet
And the concept possessed by her dad too,
When their daughter has grown up
They do not know--------
That’s amazing to think but true.

Days have passed rapidly well
Without making them feel
From the childish manner of the baby,
From colourful school days to college end
Grows up Titley but remains child
In the eyes of mummy, daddy.

She mixes with the friends, guys as well
To some extent beyond the limit
In her conservative family eye,
She follows other mates
And falls in love with a typical guy.

The ‘careless look’ gets careful to her
That is simply beyond the limit
And the taste culture and values—
The discoloured Jeans with colourful shirts.
Mismatches with their daughter’s manner
And he should be under her shoes.

The restless air blows on
Until Titley make them believe
The time has changed enough,
And as grown up she developed her own views
Got the right to mix freely
Till being someone’s better half.

The parents gradually realise
Her mom stands first beside
And so happened with her daddy
Titley is nearly an woman--
Her growth reflects to every sphere,
They should no more think her a baby.

Setu, May 2019

Voices Within: Saikat Gupta Majumdar

Saikat Gupta Majumdar is an amateur poet. He writes Poems, Rhymes and Captions both in English and Bengali. His English Poems got published in ‘Indology’ magazine. His Poems got published in different online magazines e.g. ‘Pangolin Review’, ‘Ink Pantry Publishing’, The River Sandha Review, The Conclusion magazine,‘Setu’. The poet has received a certificate from ‘Indology’ He has also received a certificate from “The River Sandha Review” for his special contribution to them in Nov’18.

The Platform Scene

The leaves of the trees are mostly yellow

Beneath the bluish sky

A down train whistled and left away----

The little swing in branches for breezing

Some yellow leaves scattered beneath,

Another down train passed-----

But I felt no urge of boarding in

As got enchanted with the scenic view

And an appeal of the ‘blue’ above

Made me another stay -the wonder in mind with.

Voices Within Complete List of Poets :: Setu, January 2019

Poetry: Saikat Gupta Majumdar

Saikat Gupta Majumdar

John Mcenro Lane

At a corner of the town
A man was passing through a lane
An old narrow one
With the scholar’s house to burglar’s den

Both the famous and notorious too
The lane can be so claimed
Town’s richest fellow, Macenro John
After whom the lane was named.

Things are born and keep dying
With the years that pass on
And are witnessed by the lane
For last hundred years or more,
Some are hateable , shocking to the million
Some gives pleasure to the hearts of crore.

But, a tradition goes over the burial of events
With rising and set of sun
Keeping alive the old name,
Although the air brings away both un fame and fame

The man was filled with thought
Came suddenly in sense and walked again
Leaving that old narrow but not forlorn – ‘John Mcenro Lane’.

Bachelor’s Den 

Fifteen men looked down the lane
From behind the houses and their window panes
A pretty woman with her lovely dog passed every morning
Whether it’s sunny or a nasty fog.

She was lady Helen
And had been so passing since she was ten,
Every brick of the houses came closer to her
But the men who lived in peeped from a little far.

She felt their presence behind the scene
From every fall of leaves to the further green
And so went on with the pretty Helen.
Who did not marry leaving that ‘Bachelor’s den’,
The poor Helen is no more today
But still the fifteen men are
And await for her every morning only from a far.

Face bravely and win

Tough time never last
But the tough men do,
Perhaps this is a tough phase You’re passing through.

Time rotates with movements of the earth
In a cycle of tough and fair
A man has never faced sorrow
Is found very rare.

As dawn awaits behind the darkness
With the desire to lighten all
A man who steadily endures in sorrow
Can have the prosperity after all.

So keep all the worry aside
And see the world in a brave man’s view
For tough times never last
But the tough people do.

Setu, October 2018

Saikat Gupta Majumdar

Saikat Gupta Majumdar

I am Saikat Gupta Majumdar, an amateur poet. I write Poems, Rhymes and Captions both in English and Bengali. I belong to a Bengali family. My schooling was done from ‘The Scottish Church Collegiate School’ I completed my graduation from Calcutta University in 1992. I work in a private concern in ‘Accounts Department’ My dream is to get established as a poet.

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