In Love….all over again

That day, a sweet fragrance swept in
          through the windows of my dream
Colours from the morning sun
          brought back memories of last spring

Like a brush moving softly on a canvas
          the rays painted a picture on the floor
A hazy face, a forgotten smile
          brought memories long lost as lore

Some shadows arose of past evening walks
          some voices echoed with your radiant laugh
The smell that came with fresh rain drops
          Reminded of nights you wept, on my behalf

Those days of love have long gone
          and gone are the nights of rain
But yet I smile remembering your shining eyes
          which make me fall in love, all over again… 

                                                                -Saunak Pal


Tale of a Starry Night


This is a tale of one strange evening
When bright stars smiled along with their siblings
   Amidst stray clouds the half-moon stayed
Playing hide and seek with those who looked up and cared

I felt a cool breeze passing through my hair
As if someone touched to tell me “I care”

She came to see me, that very night
To take me away from the long day’s plight
Her sweet smile, her kind gaze
was all that I needed to clear the haze

Hand in hand we talked for hours
At times we laughed at times we were in tears
We shared all stories some personal some vague
To confide can be serene, I realised that very day

From childhood memories to present day fears
All seemed at peace with the passing hours
Along came dawn with the brightest star of all
Her sun-kissed bright eyes giving me hope to go on

Calmed and in peace I closed my eyes
Not knowing she will be gone as soon as I rise

She might have been an angel, a kind angel of the night
Who came to share my stories and relieve me of my plight

Smiling to myself I went back to my usual day
Hoping for another strange starry night

To meet my friend ‘the angel’;
Somewhere on the way

-Saunak Pal

In The Talking Forest

DPP_21             Surrounded by the crowd of many known faces, he still felt alone in the city. He gazed around hoping to find at least one acknowledging glance or just a small smile somewhere. But having seen those empty eyes for days now, deep within he knew all he would get are few blank expressions and some judgemental stares. Even though he had been a part of this crowd for long; amidst all his acquaintances, he wasn’t able to find a single soul to confide into, share his views, free of the fear of being judged and expectations.

            Burdened with his thoughts he wandered aimlessly until he reached a distant land. Somehow, his feet had brought him to the edge of a forest, far away from the city. A cool breeze grazed his cheeks as if welcoming him in, the fresh smell of soil guided him across the gushing stream. A Whistling Thrush zoomed in from a near by tree, alarmed by his sudden presence. Intrigued he followed the melodious bird, thus moving deep into the woods. He remembered, he had thought of visiting this very forest quite a few times in the past. From the train window on his way to college, he would see the mist rising from the forest and the hill behind it and often imagine himself climbing towards the peak. Along with many of the other forgotten dreams of his youth, the picture of this forest had long vanished from his memory. Those childish fascinations, numerous imaginative adventures had somehow been lost during his journey in making a name, finding a place for himself in the ever busy crowd.

And yet, today he stood in that very same forest, feeling the grass between his toes; the very hill he thought of climbing someday, casting its shadow on him. As his mind looked into the archives of his old memories searching for references to this distant land, a Paradise Flycatcher came from nowhere and gracefully picked up an amazingly camouflaged grasshopper from a shrub. The green coloured grasshopper had learnt all its life to hide within lush green leaves, yet it could not fool the trained eye of the beautiful white hunter. Looking at his startled expression, the flycatcher spoke ‘Its quite simple actually, you see how much ever the grasshopper tries to look, behave like a plant, it will always remain what it is – A GRASSHOPPER!’. Amazed by this sudden turn of events, he moved ahead towards the mighty Fig tree. For a while he sat under its branches, admiring its hanging roots. On a closer look, he saw another tree that has been engulfed by the fig. The fig told him about its long journey, how once a Grey Hornbill had dropped some half eaten seeds while flying above this forest. One of those seeds stuck to a crevice of a then young, Jamun tree. Today, that seed has grown into this huge Fig and almost engulfed the Jamun in its attempt to reach the sunlight. The Fig pleased at the fascination of this new admirer, started telling him more and more about the forest. After all, it has been standing here for ages now and seen lots of stories unfold. It also showed him how he has been repaying the hornbill. Not only does it gives its fruits to the bird but today a Great Pied Hornbill uses one of the holes in the fig’s trunk, to make its nest. It knows, some day this very bird will carry its seeds and drop it somewhere far away thus giving rise to a new Fig.

As he sat at the roots of the mighty tree, wondering about the fig and hornbill he saw a small gecko crawling under the fallen leaves. The gecko told him about its plan of resting the entire day, hiding near the roots of the fig only to move out at night. From the corner of his eyes, he saw something white fluttering at a distance. A Malabar tree Nymph flew effortlessly for sometime in front of him and then moved towards the stream. The careless flight of this wonderful butterfly showed him how it is not at all bothered of the flycatcher or the hornbill sitting above. He went to the stream to quench his thirst and to get another glimpse of the tree nymph. As his lips touched the cold water he felt a soothing relief. He drank to his heart’s content and then sat by the stream with his his feet barely touching the cascading water. ‘This is the best water I have ever tasted’ he thought, wondering this thought is probably because of the fatigue. A soft breeze blew through his hair making him feel a bit lazy. He lay on the soft soil looking straight at the clear blue sky. His vision was partially obstructed by the fresh pink leaves of the Kusum tree standing next to him. The sunlight split into thin rays in shades of scarlet on passing through the leaf, as if a prism was held against it. The light painted a tattoo made up of shadows of leaves across his face. A Black Eagle circled in the sky looking down at the canopy in search of a heedless Giant Squirrel. It told him how far the forest spread, of similar forests in far away lands and also promised to see him, the next time when he goes trekking in the hills. From a distance came the tap-tap of a Woodpecker busy looking for insects inside a decaying wood. Listening to the rhythmic taps he dozed off at the very spot.

A sudden loud ‘hoo-hoo’ woke him up from his slumber and he realised the Fish Owl was getting ready. It was nearing dusk and the smart hunter was preparing for its night prowl. He realised it was almost time, he has to return back and with this, came another realisation. He was LOST!….Lost in the Wilderness!

In his unguided walk to move away from prying eyes, from the deafening crowd here he was lost in the wilderness. And along with him he had also lost all his pain, sorrow & suffering. Suddenly the burden of expectations was off his shoulders and he felt free, for the first time in years. Not a single word was spoken, yet somehow the forest heard him, spoke back to him, consoled him. Here no one judged him, no one asked his language, no one valued his clothes. Many frogs started croaking along the stream and crickets chirping from nearby bushes; in their cacophony he found solace. And then all of a sudden he knew, this is where he belonged. At last he had found his place.

Armed with a radiant smile on his face, he marched towards the path that would take him out. He was ready to face his demons, ready for the battle. Now he knows, he has found home and he can always come back.

                                                                                                                                             -Saunak Pal