POEMS


Life an ocean of treasure house.

A human heart is an ocean of treasure house
Which is full of diamonds, pearls, emeralds
A precious fountain of joy for ever
Lest  we fall into the narrow alleys
It creates an everlasting fervor.
Life is a hidden art of divine force
Traversing the thorns of destiny
In the wilderness of the world
Learning at every step lessons
Of the art of life and peace.
Life is a religion of nature
Which delves into the joys
And sufferings alike culling
Petals of truth shining in
The night of adversity
Life is battle for ever
Between the truth and untruth
Between justice and injustice
Between violence and non violence
The choice is ours to choose
The life we would like to lead
The foremost conclusion life
Gives us in the same proportion
We give to  others, a reward
For the deeds we bestow on others
And reap the harvest of our karmas.





Words of veneration towards the Iscon temple of Siliguri, poem : 



Through the tempest of worldly turbulence
The Iscon temple stands as a lighthouse 
Calling the sailors of life to the shore of spiritual bliss
In the middle of perpetual agonies and suffering ;
I find the blessings of Lord Krishna touching
Enveloping this garden of eternal peace
Echoing with the chanting of sankirtan
By the innocent and pure monks
Light emanating from their face ;
The holy atmosphere is so all pervading
The bliss is so all encompassing
No negative thoughts can survive
No destructive viruses can thrive
In this  heaven of pure solitude.
In the coming days this temple
Shall become another Vrindavan
The flute of the great lord  shall be heard
In the night of perpetual meditation
When all the sins and vices have slept,  for ever and ever.