Literature Goutam

(Photo credit Ravi Roshan,free download from pexels) My heart whispers -- Mother Durga is coming. So many words rise within me, yet they remain unspoken. The thoughts of heart Stay  locked within. Last time, I had wished to say -- O Mother, grant me the strength to gift my wife a new sari, to clothe my child in fresh attire -- But the words never left my lips. Instead,within my heart I prayed O Slayer of Demons, do not falter in Your battle ! Yet even that remained unsaid. And when You arrived ,Mother, Your Presence filled me with such joy That I forgot everything else. But this time I shall speak, I must speak ---- Mother, make me the demon myself Mother, make me the demon. ------/-------/// Poet : Dr. Goutam Kumar Mallick.

(Photo credit by j.mt_photography,free download from pexels.com) There is a king,there is a queen And God who rules above. Yet for two handfuls of grain A poor man's life must burn like coal. --------+ Poet : Dr Goutam Kumar Mallick

(photo Credit by Kaboompics.com,free download from pexels.com) Fool number one Takes a cheat sheet to the test --- Fails the paper like the rest. Fool number two Knows that smoking kills, oh dear, Still  lights a bidi, puffing cheer. Fool number three Cries, " I'm weak,I'm poor,I'm small," Makes a victim of it all. Fool number four Spends his savings , what a case --- On another man's  wife's necklace ! Fool number five Even dying, loudly cries ; " Shankara, you must survive ". Fool number six Truth is simple,clear,and plain --- But his tongue's locked up in chain. Fool number seven Dances to each gossip word, Boasts the loudest ,most absurd. Fool number eight Morning,evening ,sits and chatters, Talking nonsense,nothing matters. Fool number nine Shivers at his  wife's call She's the general, he's small. Fool number ten Throws his money, what a loss ! Then pretends to be the boss. ------------------- Poet : Dr. Goutam K...

The boss's walk,his rise and fall, His likes and dislikes ---- Keep your vulture eyes busy with them. When the ripple of his laughter lingers, Ask yourself -- Do your cheeks raise the same wave in time ? Make sure the words  Flowing from your lips Carry a trembling note of servile joy. Match your passive smoking To the boss's active puffs ---- Strive for balance there. Soften your oily body language, Mixing it well with  studied sweetness. And master ---- Don't forget to keep One sharp eye on the scrap heap ! ------------ Poet : Dr. Goutam Kumar Mallick

Fate + Effort = Result Fate  + Effort + Flattery =  Good  Result Aries : Marital quarrel.Don't Whine,just meow. Taurus : False trouble . Shake off the dust with your own horn. Gemini : Signs of love and affection.Kiss the pillow with dreamy eyes. Cancer : Pleasant company ahead. ,Sweet words,but pockets  run dry. Leo : Communication brings gains.Skip the roaring , try a little buttering up. Virgo : Scope for honour. Time to beat the drum loudly. Libra : Troubles abound. Act coy and speak silly words. Scorpio :  Misunderstandings.Don't break your heart , break the marketplace with your shouts. Sagittarius : Heavy expenses. Strictly avoid trips  with your beloved. Capricorn : Gain ahead - whether it's money,a bruise, or the final good bye --something's surely waiting with your  name on it ! Aquarius : Risk of slander.Better spill the beans first yourself. Pisces : Accident - prone.The biggest accident is -- you still exist.

God said, I gave you a head --- keep it cool. Inside the head I placed a brain ---- Keep it sharp. I gave you a pair of eyes ----- learn to see far. I gave you a nose, but don't  go poking it Into every matter ! All that the ears hear, don't always send it  via  nerves  to the brain. Some words you hear in the right ear --- let them pass out directly through the left. Don't lean only on your forehead and  leave your hands idle. Remember --- the skin you wear is human skin. I gave you a heart ----- So love.

Mr. Einstein, A million thanks to you. Since my birth, Everything I have seen --- All is relative. Winter -- Summer -- Monsoon, Mountains ---- Rivers -- Fields, High tide --- Low tide, Even relationship too. On the pages of history, Kings turn into beggars, Beggars rise as kings --- All is relative. Success is relative, Faliure too, Awaiting only The right time and chance. I believe, The one who glares at me today Will one day beg for mercy ----- For in the end, All is relative. ------------- Poet : Dr. Goutam Kumar Mallick

Hair : The comb conducts its raid here. Head : The root cause of every pain. Forehead : All faults are piled onto it. Eyebrows : Must wrinkle to show surprise. Eyes : The prime organ for glaring. Nose : Useful for poking in without need. Ears : The most humiliating organ. Neck : Best suited for a shove. Lips : Specially made for kissing. Mouth : The organ for wearing masks. Cheeks : A gentle pinch makes it affection. Chest : A deep -freez for hoarding sorrows. Hands : The place where handcuffs fit. Fingers : With a flick,much can happen. Stomach : The master key to all development. Buttocks : The finest spot for a kick. Knees  : The organ to enjoy rheumatic pain. Legs : The organ meant for tripping others. Bones: The rascal hides here. Spine : A sprain here brings profit in the end. ---------------- Poet : Dr. Goutam Kumar Mallick

Ahead of you lies a level crossing, A train may come your way, Why stay blind though eyes are open -- Use you brain today. At home a little child awaits, Who will care if you are gone ? Your house of joy,your home of peace Will drown if you're withdrawn. Your sky of dreams is filled with hope, Your child will grow one day ----- Would you depart in middle now And leave him cast away ? The road too has its rules of walk, Learn them ,hold them near, If you wish to avoid mishaps, Follow  them with care. ------------------ Poet : Dr.Goutam Kumar Mallick

Is it written anywhere That love must end in marriage? Some love lifelong Without ever marring ! And some marry, yet keep distributing to love everywhere. For some,only through marriage The flower of love blooms, For others, There is marriage but no love. Then, to them,the word love Feels strangely meaningless. -------------------- Poet : Dr.Goutam kumar Mallick

( In memory of Astronaut Kalpana Chawla) One day you looked up at the sky from the earth, One day your dreams touched the stars in the sky. Was it that you loved the sky so deeply That you choose to remain there forever? Today, just once,look down from the sky to the earth ----- All the flowers have slipped from our hands. With tear - filled eyes, everyone gazes upward, Among the stars of the sky Searching for your smiling face. --/--/-/--- Poet : Dr.Goutam kumar Mallick

If I lose my work, no one else is ruined. Ruined are only my wife, My aged mother , my old father, and my infant child. And yet , I rush to rallies, even at the cost of my own work, so that some 'special ' one may not face destruction. But I do not think , not even once ---- if I do not go, then he himself will come rushing To save my work.

On the path you showed, we boarded buses,trains And airplanes, And reached the land of the atom bomb. Today we can reach the moon, none will be amazed if we set foot on mars. We can give life, yet remain busy in the game of taking lives. The mask of civilization falls away in a sudden gust of wind. O first scientist, was it not you who sowed the seed of civilization ? Come again plant a tender sapling anew --- not outside, but deep within our veins, let civilization bloom in blood. ----------------------- Poet : Dr.Goutam Kumar Mallick

If the mirror reflects the face, The eyes mirror the soul. The heart reads the language of the eyes, Not the words of the lips. It is the speech of the eyes that remains. ----------//// Poet : Dr. Goutam Kumar ,Mallick

Think of the future stop wasting water. If you waste it, Pain will remain. Without water We cannot survive, Civilization too Will not survive. Please, save water Save water and save water. ----------- Poet : Dr.Goutam Kumar Mallick.

Silent lips Speechless eyes. Stilled winds Meals  denied. Treamling ,Treamling , Treamling----- A  fever in the heart. The  pages of memory, Keeping turned one and one. ------/// Poet : Dr.Goutam Kumar Mallick

You stole away My tender heart, O, you wretched one ! Yet still, You turned away. ------------ Poet : Dr.Goutam Kumar Mallick

There is  a river, There is a stream, There are the river's flood, Yet in drought, My paddy field's Wither and die. ----------------- Poet: Dr.Goutam Kumar Mallick

(Photo free download from pexels.com) Though it is a time of great despair, survival itself is the greatest wonder today. Yet dying while living, and still ---- choosing to live. ---------- Poet : Dr.Goutam Kumar Mallick

I belive that the jersey itself Is the true source of power, because today it's as clear as water: the  one who can change the jersey in time is the one who swiftly kisses the cheek of power. -------------- Poet : Dr. Goutam Kumar Mallick

(Photo Credit KATRIN BOLOVTSOVA, Free download from levels.com) The deepest sleep Is to stay awake. Because If you sleep in sleep, You wake up. But  If you sleep while awake, There is no waking. -------------- Poet : Dr.Goutam Kumar Mallick

Blood is not just White cells and red, Not just plasma, Not the science of haemoglobin. It carries more. It holds stubbornness, It holds fire, It holds bonds, It holds pull, It holds life, It holds the dream of dreaming. Dream-- seeds scatter, Flowing vein to vein, Body to body ------ That's why, Standing before a photograph, The  successful one declares: ------" I made it ". ------------------- Poet : Dr. Goutam Kumar Mallick

( Photo credit Mikhail Nilov, free download from pexels.com) When the earth breaks, Tidal waves rush in. When a nation breaks, The river turns red. When a party breaks, Excuses rise. When a home breaks, The heart  burns in fire. When sleep breaks, The eyes see dreams. When dreams break, Everything is lost. ------------------+++ Poet : Dr. Goutam Kumar Mallick

I am blood. I live within your body, Flowing through veins and arteries, Dancing and wandering Across  every corner of you. I keep you alive, And I rejoice in saving you. My  happiest moments arrive When you donate me To save another. The joy of saving a life ---- Only the savier truly knows. ----------------------+ Poet : Dr. Goutam Kumar Mallick

I am blood, I have no religion. Saving lives is my only religion. I am blood, I have no caste. I only have a group. I am blood, I know nothing of skin color. I have just one color ---- red. I am blood, I have only one  dream : To save lives. -----+++-+++ Poet : Dr.Goutam Kumar Mallick

One day I suddenly met my conscience. I said " What's the matter ? These days I hardly ever see you ! " Hearing me, my conscience brust into  laughter. It said, " Earlier you used to keep me in the mirror, And I too would find the chance To sting you from time to time. But now ------- I'm locked away in the deep freez, solid  ice ." --------------------- Poet : Dr. Goutam kumar Mallick