Sound Of The Shore

Sound Of The Shore

Whispers of waves......Are so loud,

It surrender its story to the world through these sound,

wherever the horizon stands

I don't want to go;

But the sound that bay ,is what I really want to know,

Twilight  shines at sea ,

while nature changes its breeze.

Recall!the night is suppose to come,

All the habits of the day will be gone.

A new time , anew light ,a new horizon,

But one sound always stays the same for a reason,

Its constant reminder of the alive nature;

Its the purest form of whisper.

Waves never keep secret 

Waves never ever regrets

It always comes with a shock,

How loudly it shares every story with the rocks.⚓

| Holi § celebration of togetherness |

In this beautiful festival of colors bringing to you two very short extraction of Radhakrishna's celebration of holi. Thier celebration of divine love.Happy holi to everyone... 🌈🌈

Vrindavan's holi ~ 
The most awaited festival of colors has finally made its way into Radharani's life. The first holi of her life that she's able to spend with Krishna. The moment she woke up that day, she went in search for Krishna. 

She ignored everyone who wanted to put those colors on her cheeks and she said she would only play holi when Krishna would make her cheeks red. So she went on finding Krishna but there was no trace of him. She went everywhere in search for him but got disappointed. 
She became very sad with the thought that Krishna didn't came up to celebrate holi with her and was about to return home when an enchanting tune locked her ears and she stood there mesmerized as if bewitched which happened every time she heard that tune then immediately she ran after the place from where the music was coming which she knew can come only from Krishna's flute. She went running to the place and found Krishna behind a tree and playing the flute peacefully.

 ©Ritajapatranabish 

 Radha said in a huffy tone, "Look friends I am searching him everywhere and he is busy here playing flute." Krishna then slowly put his flute down from his lips and asked Radha smiling, "Where did you look for me? " Radha said she asked everyone about him and no one knew his whereabouts. Then Krishna smiled and answered you sought every nook and corner in search of your love you asked for him to everyone other than asking yourself.
 If it's your love then it's only address can be your heart, no one else in this world can find it for you in your behalf and put his hand in Radha's cheek. Her cheeks became red one as she blushed and the other one which still had the color that Krishna put on her cheek. Then Krishna lied down on the soft grass with a smile in his face waiting for Radha to make his cheeks colorful too.

Dwarka's holi~

Here comes the holi once again everything seems so colorful joyful and perfect but at the same time Radha was nowhere even near the place of Dwarka . 

©Dayeetachaudhuri 

The festival reminds Krishna of the days when he was not a prince , not a savior , not anybody’s guide . When he was just a simple cowherd , an excellent flute player , somebody’s lover ,a friend , a trust , his life. 
But the holi is a path of celebrating love and care, to color his Radha as his own …. Till this day every drop of colored water mix with the sparkle shines of Krishna’s tears of joy , as it give rebirth to the divine love of Radha in the heart of Krishna , even if the flute is not playing ,even if there is no cheeks to share the red , 

but there is and will always be the day when all the colors combine with no fear and no hesitation of creating a mess , no limits to cover the sky , no shame of bringing down the almighty to a simple cowherd ….and that is when Krishna find his Radha , feel his only soul within himself playing , laughing , coloring with power of innocence and purity. 
That is the day when no borders and distance matters every palace , every alley and every city becomes the village of Vrindavan where love and heart always rule ,colorful joyful and so imperfect. Standing in the balcony lost in his thoughts suddenly Krishna felt a cloud of abir in towards his way , so he spread his arms to welcome Radha to celebrate their eternal bond by embracing the colors.

❖ Where the rain is born ❖

Ringing in my ear all along

Calling me at the shore where I belong...

Where the broken one heals

Where a cold heart get the feels.

Noise that covers it all

The rhythm of the waterfall..

Dance of the flowers that has no name

But nobody complains , one can't be blamed.

Soaking the water splash, every gray stone

Carving its way each drop making a way for home.

I wonder where the destination is....

Is it always been the estuary for the ultimate bliss?

It falls to go up
©Dayeetachaudhuri

Or we were wrong all these years

Maybe it is the time where every drop disappears..

Up in the sky

There's a stranger.. Standing by.

Is he really a stranger..

Or a blank mind full of believer

Believing the creator

Believing in the nature

Believes to return to the way

Again and again to sail away...

So drop 'em all

One more time like the water-fall..

But Even this way it hits the rocks...

Also mother nature sure is in shock...

I cry out loud... Oh! Mother wish I could separate

The one who truly cares unlike the "literates" ...

If only world can be felt like my own...

But now I see every flesh becoming a stone.

Becoming a teardrop when its coming down.

Fail to find a forest as there is only town

What changed after he created who himself is fate?

©Dayeetachaudhuri

Well nothing .... Its just we all started to recreate

Started to believe we needed more

More to live life than a peaceful rivershore

Instead of finding a reason for why the stars are there

For once in a lifetime wait a moment and stare.

Why can't we stay unequipped for a while

Appreciate the creativity before launching a missile

Discover the children's desire

Before shouting "fire"

Make a future for the son

Before handing him a gun

We have all started like the waterfall..... Powerful and strong

©Dayeetachaudhuri

By giving your all be a pure subtle river

And write destiny to come back as rain

Instead of taking it all be a  soiled  sewer

And end up drying away from the drain

Either way you will went up and high

Where the creator stand with a sigh

He is nothing but a story teller

We are all lucky to be his charechter

But now The world lost its livelihood....

Moment the value of cheque exceeded the storybook.

♥♥♥♥

~ |Martyrdom| ~

Thousands mile away from home

©Ritajapatranabish

Walking, running and fighting alone
Never to rest or never to cry
Just to lend us peace, they try

Lord give them a whisper of joy
Nothing much just a battlefield in destroy
They live as a soldier then die like that too
Never dreamed of dying in a hands of fool
Betrayal was not their destiny
A bullet or a war zone it was meant to be.

The way that they served don't forget
To respect their bravery two poles have met

You will understand the
Sounds of 21 gun shots
Even the heaven was empty
As to flower their tombs, came all our gods.

When a soldier die their must be no religion
Just respect comes to heart with an utmost devotion .....

May the light that ignite the righteousness
Will also Marshal the way
of the present to glory
their foregoing .... 






Just a little poem dedicated to our brave soldiers in PULWAMA, KASHMIR,INDIA
salute to the bravery of them.... tears run dry of their family....even if we can't do anything.......Just Pray for them  just for 10 seconds if you can ..... together we can collect thousands of good wishes for them.Thank you.

CHOICES | GAMBLE OF LIFE

"Stars In your multitudes,
Scarce to be counted;Filling the darkness"
©Dayeetachaudhuri

Piece of some countless memories 

I forgot in the way;

Maybe it’s the sacrifice for the 

endless success I pray.

Now every night when I count the stars;

There are so many familiar faces that appears.

Putting myself in front of everything

would bring me ultimate joy , I thought

but what about the stories that meant nothing

what about the names I forgot.

It was a sunny day when I left home,

It was my mind that kept me so stubborn.

Pointless arguments that I made with myself;

But looking back it was

 truly a day of darkness......

Following my heart seemed so right to me.

I never looked back at the  nest I flee.

There was no glimpse of confusion;

Up until I felt it was the mind

 that kept the heart in illusion.

The sins that I made, I seek for forgiveness;

So I came under the star at my time of blindness.

Here I am; waiting for my price to receive.....

But oh lord! There is no one left to forgive.

How a simple truth can make life, a lie

That everybody I left has been departed from life

What a punishment I have to bear

 through my whole existence.

As there is nobody here to miss my absence

"Choose your present by looking at the past 

that can surely glory your future.

Oh! Tiny little star.

How you wonder where you are

Fallen from the sky with utmost delight

So why do you ever cry

Is it the change of your sight?

 Or the sadness of night?

I see the stairs to the heaven front of me

Rising up in the sky …..to the place where it should be

Taking each steps I realize the play

It is leading to the bottom where there are souls who slay

End of the line …..I heard a thousands of chanting bell

Now I see my destination  ,

It’s the open door of hell!!!

Leaving the world behind to chase your dream follows greater consequences than a person can bear,

So if it is the ultimate goal that you want then wait and prepare yourself for every possible situation and every possible outcome that you have to leave.Most importantly judge it with an immense sense of mind is it really worth losing what you deserve as a human being.Time passes and  regrets remain unchanged .It can not be reversible at a point of time.So choose your present by looking at the past that can surely glory your future.

|| THE AWAKENED ||

Peace comes from within
do not seek it with out
~Lord Buddha
©Dayeetachaudhuri

Years after years with watery eyes
Locked in a room a lonely mother cries.
All she wants was just a little sound
of an infant's laughter that knew no bound.
She was a queen with pride ,for her
king ,who was the worthiest guide.

Morn of a mother reached the highest kingdom.

Blessed with thousand delite in her womb.

Gift he received was the
greatest dream of his queen consort.

A white elephant brought
 a flower from Abraham's blossom
Towers of gold and lots more to bring.

Everybody knew he was born to be a king.

"Happiness is a journey
not a destination"
-Lord Buddha
©Dayeetachaudhuri

The child grew with happiness and care...
the king made sure no sadness anywhere near.
In the world of his own there will a tear drop by
Each time anywhere a poor soul dies.
Questions arose from deep dungeon of his heart.
The amount of emptiness torn his mind apart

Why the flower bloom, why the kingdoms rule?

Why the broken heart , why do it always hurt?

As ages past curiosity grows fast

Everyone comes and ,everyone goes ;

then why does it hurt more and more?

Silent room or crowded road ..

His soul searches for the peace boat,

King used to worry cause son of his own
Wants everything but the throne.
Tears and tears in the day that shadowed fears...
Oh! what a view the family witnessed
Painfully it was a sight of the richness.

Walking down the road for his longest ride ...

See ...there goes the changer of tide.

Prince who created history ,but never took his oath .

Became king of kings as a seeker of truth.

"You yourself as much as anybody
 in the entire universe
 deserve your love and affection."
~Lord Gautam Buddha

~| MIRACLE AWAITS |~

~ECHOS OF LIFE~

Loud and clear , freezing the air
Cutting through earth veins, it appears
Struggling, trembling each moment count
Being a chevalier knowing no bound.

Steady it cuts every peak and stones,

         In its path which erect by the earth bones

"Not all treasures are silver and gold "
~Captain Jack Sparrow
©Dayeetachaudhuri

           The calmer it gets .......at the bottom of its core,

Being the breath of life... like ages ago.

Reflection of a thousand delight 

hanging from above 

framed by the trusted roots  to shove.

The forgotten corps, 

still holds the storm.

Standing like a guard , 

beyond the norm.

looking down its  

bounding the night sky.

Water which was desperate to flow 

now hidden behind disguise ,it just glow.

Scary as all time ,how funny it gets....

When you see a man scuffle for a miracle ...

Just round the bay.

Sometimes miracles are around you in your life...you just have to give it a chance to show up.
things that you desire to find are there things that making you bling..but soul that inspires you to find the miracle is indicates the most old picture frame of our body....the perfect focus of all ...The eyes.

©Dayeetachaudhuri

But look what a surprise is given to us..as a human nature ..we travel miles and miles dig deeper and deeper to find our little sparkles of gold.That is exactly the man is trying to find around the shore of the delightful water by looking down.

But oh! what a shame there is a thousand diamonds staring into the eyes of earth ....He just need to lookup with a clear vision.
So set out for adventures...there are miracle everywhere is this world .....Just don't forget to lookup.

DESTINY THROUGH KEYHOLE

   ||Destiny through Keyhole||

You spend your entire life 

looking for something you believe.

It must be somewhere out there 

which will be solution to all your problems.

                                       Answer all your doubts and tears.

Clock ticks by.

‎ Grim reaper awaits you at the

 door of infinite extinction. 

The more you evolve the faster you fade.

Price of freedom is assured for all