Literature Goutam

(A poem on Umiam Lake of Meghalaya ,India) Though today the sky is cloudy, Light and shadow softly play. Umiam ---- around you gathers A fair of trees in green array. A gentle breeze flows calm and sweet, Waves rise with a murmuring sound. My soul finds peace beholding you ---- As though someone lit joy all around. At the call of birds, My heart longs to drift away. My eyes are filled with your beauty --- I wish to return someday. O Umiam , O Umiam I wish to come again someday. -------------- Poet : Dr. Goutam Kumar Mallick

(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...

(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

Rain  comes, Rain  comes  near, My  little  heart Dances  with  cheer. -------------------------- Poet :  Dr. Goutam  Kumar  Mallick

The  mountain  calls, With  snowy  face, It  beckons  me To   its  silent  place. ---------------------------- Poet : Dr. Goutam Kumar Mallick

You  are  in  song, You  are  in  poem, You  are  in  dance drama, You   are   in   rhythm. You   are   strength, You   are   devotion, You   are   peace, In   every   emotion. In   every inspirational   thought, In   every   good dream, You   reside, Within  the  heart's gleam. ------------------------ Poet : Dr. Goutam  Kumar  Mallick

Sometimes  Familiar faces  seem  so  strange. Sometimes The shadow  frightens  more than the body. Sometimes Cunning tricks made one seem wise. Remember No one truely belongs to anyone.... In the end, time will have the final say. ................... Poet : Dr. Goutam Kumar Mallick.

When dreams want to touch the sky, The ladder of greed reaches out to you. Feelings  drown  in  confusion. When dreams want to touch the sky, The story of the earthen wall is lost. Mischief builds a nest in the heart. When dreams want to touch the sky, The boat does not float on emotion. Emotions  drift into cold sleep. --------------/-----/////------------- Poet : Dr.Goutam Kumar Mallick

Begins  with  birth, Ends    with  death. Painted   with  hues, Dressed   in   jest, We  spend  the  time in  between, As  best  we  can,  in playful  fest. ----------------- Poet : Dr.Goutam Kumar Mallick

In  the  breath  of  life, I  am  the  body. Without  it, I  am  a  corpse. ----------------------- Poet : Dr. Goutam Kumar Mallick.

Fear ----  a  kind  of  disease. When  you  step  back, It  chases. When  you  move  forward, It  disappears. ---------------------- Poet : Dr. Goutam Kumar Mallick.