One Last Everlasting Note
by thebengali
Ode to Derek Julien, India’s finest guitar player.
Categories: Journalism, Media, People, Poetry, Pune, The Arts • Tags: Derek Julien, guitar, lyric, Music, ode, Poem, Pune, Sanjay Mukherjee, thebengali
Category Archives: Poetry
Good Morning World: The Anatomy of Sadness
by thebengali
Good Morning World: The Anatomy of Sadness
#poetry #verse #coronavirus #covid19, #existentialism, #life #death #individual #self #society #goodmorningworld #thebengali #sadness #humanity
Categories: Learning, Philosophy, Poetry, Pune, Self, Society • Tags: existentialism, India, Learning, Life, Poetry, Pune, Sanjay Mukherjee, Self, Society, thebengali
One Day I Will Pass On, But the Work I Do Shall Live On
by thebengali
One day I will pass on And all that I hold dear Would cease to matter For they were dear only to me. The world, shall go on Lives would continue Family, friends, relationships Would change. And there would be new relationships, new pathways, as usual. One day these roads will cease to exist And all those destinations they connected Would find new avenues to communicate The World, shall go on People, nations, seasons Would change. And there would be […]
Categories: Mountain Walking, Philosophy, Poetry, Self, Society, The Arts, Work • Tags: existentialism, Life, People, Poetry, Self, Society, thebengali, Truth, Work
It’s Never Too Late
by thebengali
It’s Never Too Late To do the right thing Some times worlds must collide For new worlds to be created Some times worlds must collapse For a new beginning to be possible But it’s ’s Never Too Late To do the right thing It’s Never Too Late To let people know they matter Some times an individual must conform For the sake of protecting the integrity of society Some times a society must embrace an individual’s diversity For a stronger […]
Categories: Mountain Walking, Philosophy, Poetry, Self, Society, The Arts • Tags: Art, existence, existentialism, individual and society, leadership, Poetry
We Are All Just Marching Ants
by thebengali
We are just marching ants … comment on digital society
Categories: Philosophy, Poetry, Society • Tags: #marchingants #humanity #intelligentdesign #life #living #citylife #urbanity #urbanlife #cityscapes #art #artist #whatisart #purpose #urbanartforms #thebengali #themountainwalker
Anatomy Of A Hate
by thebengali
Being asked not to meet people, not to write, not to talk to people, not to express oneself is like being told not to live. And yet people do it. As a price for love. And that’s how love dies. And out of that death is born obligation. And that obligation becomes life. And out of such a life rises hate. Being asked not to say what one feels, not to express what one thinks, what one believes, is like […]
Categories: Learning, Nature, People, Poetry, Self, Society • Tags: Freedom, Hate, Obligation, Oppression
The Book of Dreams
by thebengali
One Book that I am currently writing is what I call “The Book of Dreams”. And there is a good reason for the title. I live in the twilight of prose and poetry, city and village, dream and reality, art and science, business and non-profit activities … you get the drift. The book is in verse and prose, stories intermingling with verse, real-life people with imaginary characters, interviews and reportage, dreams and reality, natural and beyond the natural. All, […]
Categories: Learning, Mountain Walking, Nature, Poetry, Self, The Arts • Tags: thebengali
I Used To Be A River…
by thebengali
I used to be a river Now there’s only dirt My gurgling course was life then Now I die of thirst I hurtled across desert lands Painting a blooming landscape Barren lies my bed now Not a thorn forth to spring I bred a billion children Feeding them the milk of life Wounded they leave my womb now Not a saviour among I cried with every concrete block They built upon my fertile […]
Categories: Poetry, Society, The Arts • Tags: I Used To Be A River, River, Sanjay Mukherjee, thebengali
Farewell and Fare Thee Well
by thebengali
My life is winding itself down And I know my time is coming soon I have been blessed to have lived such a meaningful life I have been blessed to know so many people But I won’t be here any more I have done all I wanted and more I have no regret or desires But I won’t be here to see you grow I look at the spirit in your eyes I feel the strength of your hands In […]
Categories: Poetry, Self, The Arts • Tags: India, Learning, Poetry, Sanjay Mukherjee, Self, Society, thebengali, Truth, Verse