Firefly called me

Firefly called me

This world is a jungle with plenty animals
So dark is the forest of the day.
Existence in itself is a shadow
I am the lamp
Leading my own way.

I care less to the bounds of lands
But demarcate my area with my shiny light.
For peace is my strongest weapon
To which warriors or oppressors
Ultimately bow down.

Through all the battles of the lands
I have traveled all and all along.
I have seen the dance of death
So closely
My interest now lies in amusing lives.

I move to the ocean of wisdom often
Feel the breeze fresh
And think things through

To lead me is my design and contribution
In this ignorant world of glitter and ignorance.

Call me a firefly at your will
I am for lighting
Just
My own path by me.

Niladri

Wisdom

Wisdom is a Splinter, best rubbed in stones. Recollects its efficacy, through a Positive jolt!

Niladri Guha

Prism

Prism

So what is a prism?

Does it dissipate or does it capture. In subtle moments of the night, does it meditate to master. What peaks its finesse? What peaks its calm? Does it own a pineal gland, invisible to naked eyes. Colors of the eyes are reflected. Colors to the mind. If we knew no prisms. Maybe, stars in the day would shine bright.

Niladri

Motherland

Let’s belong to this colourful stretch so vast and historic,

Of cities awake since thousands of years yet alive and welcoming,

Of universities diminished for too long yet fountain of knowledge overflowing,

Of scriptures left through words of mouth yet wisdom rich remaining,

Of king’s and queen’s of supreme sacrifices whose lives are living legends,

Of scientists and pilots or seekers creating in utmost seclusion,

Of contributors in respective fields till systems of class and classification’s,

Of clothing attires of differences but faith religiously speaking humility,

Of conceptual leader’s who marked an inch of land or blood in their running veins,

Of seperate culture’s a different menu even language’s in each of princely states,

Of art as musical and artistic drawing colours sometimes lights from the night sky,

Let’s architect beginnings here consecrating the spin of times…

Niladri

Colour of lust

Manly blues

“Pretention or cult”.

Splash of cologne on cheeks,

Mercurial confidence heightened peak,

Scent so fresh exciting a feel,

Remote energy glamorous heal,

Men of spice world shaking,

Swift moves breathtaking,

Mirror reflection all smiles,

Poses do take time,

Performance reserved closed doors,

Unmounted wardrobe piled clothes,

Men do test patience of time,

Boys to men or men still boys,

Not all men do dress to kill,

Regular attire at free will,

Some wear to publicize,

Many more to advertise,

There are men of attraction,

There are men for attraction,

There are men who seek,

There are men like creeps,

Fashion-statements are changeless,

Quite men are still too restless,

Change forces the once fashionable,

At days end he is yet not comfortable,

What is it that we men hide!

For ages that we don’t confide!

Undress off the shiny armour,

None to protect no one to cover,

Born of womb and night we too see,

Desperately cry out for equality,

In melancholy we turned manly blues,

Stamp on ego let all angel’s know!

Niladri

Writer’s try

Sorted mind a calm sea,

Where writing comes naturally

Wisdom means forging the same,

Sword or call it writer’s pen

Knowledge is inherent,

Factor common to all Men

Thought is like a fire splint,

Hayrick set to ablaze

Topic eager by bottled ink,

On virgin paper creating magic

Choice of words or flow of thoughts,

Pearls flowing inside out

Timelessness of single-eyed,

Whole body full of light

Niladri

Creation

Am I awake or asleep or in a mystic dream,

Scent of rose to wither why so shortlived,

Birds who chirp out aloud will be silenced,

Hungry squirrels nibbling around are going to rest,

Dolphins soon not at once won’t stop to play,

Busy brook will continue getting clearer day by day,

Forests endlessly will expand covering countries and next,

Boards may point districts and towns into the no man’s lands,

Some have failed but sure to come says all prophecies,

Everlasting and expanding for the now time-bound,

All will win all world wars among several Universal roar’s,

If this union is true to be then history will repeat,

Climates will change and they will walk whom now we term as God’s,

Maybe we’re part of this Cosmic dream which Creation has sought.

Niladri

Dose of regularity

Dose of regularity all day I sought

Pinch of reality what I found

Dopamine soothed my tired brain

Flash of God washed my pain

Inspiration or flickering light

Wicked World hard to find

End of day beam of moon

Night Knights Brides and Grooms

Resting dogs alert and still

Under after barks and shades

Pool of remnants of evening rain

Tadpoles motionless in same

Blades of grasses strong but soft

Duedrops enveloping the entire lot

Street-mud so calming for bare-feet

Generations of clay and silt

Moss on steps slippery green

Calling home to get clean

Inspiration in a world of words

Dose of regularity all day I thought

Pinch of reality is what I got

Entirety is all within

Humming in the nights

Of hope and light

Niladri

Maniac’s Diary