tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735697155627259058.post6391318954701382323..comments2023-06-13T17:04:29.864+07:00Comments on Lustrous Lives: stopgapSusmitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08011594144238940993noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735697155627259058.post-41731078083896981572010-12-03T01:34:49.863+07:002010-12-03T01:34:49.863+07:00@Sandipan: thank you for sharing the translation! ...@Sandipan: thank you for sharing the translation! I am humbled by your appreciation ... thank you for reading on...Susmitahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08011594144238940993noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735697155627259058.post-17004135648780857202010-12-02T14:51:59.880+07:002010-12-02T14:51:59.880+07:00A Truth Bound Sentiment
Sunil Gangopadhyay
This ...A Truth Bound Sentiment<br /><br />Sunil Gangopadhyay<br /><br />This hand has touched Neera's face,<br />could I use this hand to commit a sin,<br />ever again?<br />In the late evening glow<br />swathing the hanging balcony,<br />a 'daring' light had fallen on her face,<br />and like a telegram,<br />had instantly revealed Neera's grace!<br />A hint of a smile had merged<br />on her brows and eyes,<br />or was it the shine of mica-fines?<br />At such times,<br />I so long to call that lady, just a 'babe'.<br />I raise my right hand<br />and with my muscles flexed,<br />I whisper to myself --<br />'Be worthy of her,<br />Be worthy and rise'<br />I touch Neera's chin --<br />This hand has touched Neera's face,<br />could I use this hand to commit a sin,<br />ever again?<br /><br />These lips have told Neera,<br />'I love you', once,<br />could a deceit play on these lips<br />ever again?<br />Coming down the steps<br />I remember, all of a sudden,<br />that the most important words<br />were yet to be said!<br />A breeze from the alien shores<br />would one day, soon,<br />carry this lady away<br />as nimble and graceful as a swan!<br />And the stairs would all give way<br />to the surge of a sudden quake!<br />I stop,<br />and look deep into Neera's eyes ...<br />I realize,<br />love is such an ardent pledge,<br />a deep emotional bondage,<br />and a sentiment bound in truth.<br />My eyes begin to burn ...<br />standing on the steps,<br />these lips had told Neera,<br />'I love you', once,<br />could a deceit play on these lips,<br />ever again?<br /><br />that's the translated version of one of the poetries that ushered manhood in me.There are lines that transcends you beyond the petty existence and elevates you to a different level inspiring to create a different world of your own.But as time passes and you get more acquainted with life you come to the terms that there cannot be a different world and in case that thirst persists you become a Rip Van Winkle.Yet there are people who loves to be that Rip Van Winkle rather than getting moulded to prosaic life.<br />The way you started the write up is fascinating but I know there is very little time in people's hand to have dip in themselves to appreciate these similes.Yet hats off! your inner eyes are gathering the visibility that's a writer's greatest asset.Sandipan Roynoreply@blogger.com