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Poet’s profile
Sujit Mukherjee
Sujit Mukherjee is an author, poet, photographer, culinary expert and an erudite scholar from India. He is M.tech in Chemical Engineering and MBA from XLRI (Jamshedpur ). He is also a well known business leader. He was awarded best poet of the year in India, twice — in 2013 at an international poetry event hend in Bengaluru, and in 2017 from the National Centre for Art and Culture. His poems are translated in Spanish, Portuguese , Chinese , Italian , Greek, Arabic, Romanian, Bangla and Hindi languages .He authored 7 non-fiction books and 18 books of poems. He has travelled more than 75 countries in the world .He was facilitated at the Rashtrapati Bhawan two former Presidents, Dr APJ Abdul Kalam and Pranab Mukherjee. He is a member of the prestigious International Writers and Artists Association(IWA), based in USA (UNESCO recognized body). His books are kept at the National of quite a few countries. He is the Poet Ambassador from India for the world body of poets (PPDM ).
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globalbihari.com presents the concluding part of his poems
Also read: Munghyr and other poems of Sujit Mukherjee – Part 1
YOU ARE SIMPLE YET SERENE
You are serene and graceful
You are both terrestrial and celestial
You are a fountain in the desert
You are a joyous water stream from mountain
You are a tree for my shelter
Your holy and sacred soul shines brightly
Drown me in the vastness of your stream
Let my boat capsize
In the ocean of your love and
I become one with you …
CARACAS
Once an abode of joys and happiness
Caracas of old house next door remains scattered
Built meticulously brick by brick
Dreams and imaginations
Cemented each brick
Like pages of a book
Memories are stored in its empty spaces
People came, people went away
Soon the house became an empty nest
Years later, noise returned
This time
It is the noise of the metallic hammers that
Demolished the once cozy nest
Caracas of the old house
Will soon be dumped
In the dustbin of time ….
( I am startled by the fact that the jaws of time is waiting to hammer me into a caracas,
Caracas of my body will then be consigned into flames )
TIJARA *
Tijara fort stands tall in the Aravali hills
Fort was built by a King
To commemorate his beloved Musi
A fort which carries the tales of the bygone days
A fort meticulously built on the contours of a hilltop
A fort which remained incomplete
A fort which was eventually abandoned
Till one day
Someone discovered the ruins of this once splendid fort
Which still echo Musi’s song
A modern day Fort Palace
An old book in new jacket
An architectural marvel
An antiquity resurrected
A testimony of Musi’s sacrifice
A testimony of impermanence of everything …
*(Tijara is a new district in the Alwar region of Rajasthan. Tijara fort is rebuilt as a magnificent Resort hotel by the Neemrana Hotels. King’s beloved Musi committed sati ( killed herself ) after the death of the king , only then she was honoured as the Queen and her son was made the king …Tijara fort is a like timeless book, each page carries tale of the enchanting Musi )
ONCE UPON A TIME
There was a time not long ago
When we knew each other in the society
When we were like a big family
Not any more
When cut was done with knife
When paste was done with glue
When web was a spider’s home
When apple and blackberries were just fruits
When we had lot of time with friends and family
Not any more
We are distanced from each others
We still greet others with smile
But our smile has no warmth
In preference to human interactions
Relationships are developed based on
Facebook, Texts, Skype,Instagram and Emails
In preference to human to human interactions
In the layers of modernity
We are distanced from Humanity ….
WAVE AND SHORE
I am the shore
You are the wave
Like the waves
You danced upon my shore
Like the waves
You once passionately kissed my shore
Like the waves
You silently retreated saying goodbye to the shore
Now it is all calm and quiet
Shore rhymes the songs of the waves that it absorbed
I am the shore
You are the wave …
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