Let's Be Creative

The Sweetheart

Arnab Pandit

Heart stops by thy heart close to me
Only to see , see and see thy tender face
Where lies a hidden pearl stirring my mind's knee,
In the hour you fever me
Having in the thermometer zero .

Thy soft sight sinks me fully in thee
To be drowned in the ocean of love
Where creates a high Tsunami
And which raises my every heart beat
But in the DART I find Zero.

Satan in me surrenders to God
Only for Thee ,the immortal Helen
Not for living in Heaven
But to bloom forever in the garden of Eden
As two flowers Adam and Eve.

My heavenly Goddess!
Once in the deep wood of me
You lose and find me still for thee.
When You Come by me ,sit by me
And call me 'My wisest fool'.

A Soldier With His Cannon

Arnab Pandit

A soldier fights a battle where lies
Landmines on the ground, war planes in the skies.
Hungry rifles chasing behind, at the left death valley,
At the right Volcano roars angrily,
And forward him waiting an honoured way to eternal sleep.

Seeing dead companies, struggling with good memories and controlling pain, he runs at the crowd
Of enemies ,with win or loss,to save this vivid morrow,
where waits nothing but death, today or tomorrow,
Even no fear in blood ,and at last is ready with a single cannon.

Come hundred enemies to him ,
But he is on the way like a devastating stream.
To destroy the conflict of yesterday's growing ills
And recreate the earth ,he kills
Pains of the country with endless effort .

With the winning flag he gets eternal slumbers
On the green ground full of sunflowers,
Turning from the sun, look at him painfully
Like a mother at her unreturned son madly.
The rain washes the bloody marks on his body.

The Cold wind dries the watery skin .
Beside him the white roses touch his head like kin.
The death knell !the cuckoo blows
He sleeps in smiling lips,tears in eyes and peace in mind, and lows,
Still with the single cannon in his hand.

If I Meet You A Day

Mr Mystery ( Arnab Pandit )

If I meet you a day,
I would be gay
With you from within;
I'll dare all emotions coming in
Me so that they can't be out;
Perhaps, I would stop and shout
Thus it will be like after getting a drop of water
Crossing fruitless deserts over
Thousand days ! ;if the god of creativity
Gifts me with less energy,
Our love I'll preserve in poetry vividly;
And my hungry mind will find ease calmly.

If I meet you a day ,
You can think of us as a blank verse and say,
" You are an unrhymed one." ; by putting a word
Which rhymes with your last word,
I'll turn it into a heroic couplet.
If you write on this pamphlet,
I can endure by saying it's full of lovely hatred.
Or You can call me a plate and yourself a cup
You can break me into pieces ,to join up
Those ! I'll remember my love on a blank slate
"You're like a cup of coffee on my plate."

If I meet you a day,
I'll imagine you as idol bay
And me as a river running to catch.
You can create a mountain for a patch.
I'll burst it again and again to unite you.
No longer you can break or stop me a few.
Lonely! I stand for you daring cold nights.
Memory of you comes,stays and bites
Which will salvage to see thy calm face !
Where hides thousand questions and one trace,
Which runs through my descript mind like an ameoba,
Will stay in my heart as universal as nostalgia.

Something I Never Tell You

Mr Mystery( Arnab Pandit)

Once on a cloudy day of pain.
I eye her among all wetting in the rain.
She Comes by me and asks,
"Have You Handkerchief?"

I give her from my little heart.
She soaks all the water with it.
Rain starts heavily with a gust
Of wind and makes us again wetted.

She sits beside me silently.
I ask her " From where are You?"
What She replies I don't know,
But her voice is like what she is!

Every word from her is ambrosia.
Time stops to hear speech.
Her hair falls on my neck,
I become senseless with silence.

Her touch is like the blessing of God.
Keeping her hand on me is !
Lovely Salvation from damnation.
Something chokes my last speech from her.

She gets up and goes by me
With the last word 'Good bye '.
I see her walking far and far,
Something keeps still in my heart to speak to her.

The Betrayed Flower

Mr Mystery( Arnab Pandit)

When I see You blooming among all,
Suddenly all gloomy thoughts are gone.
Seeing you is to soak sin and lorn.
When I come by you,I always in love fall.

I observe you unknowingly,
And You steal my mind silently.
The first touch on your pappy petal
Makes my palpitating heart nutral.

Haply a bee bites on my hand
To be isolated from that band.
It sucks all honey from thee.
I standing there, You turn down me ?

Loving you, I plan to be with you forever,
But the hopeful betrayal of yours I forget never.

The Inseparable Last Meet

Mr Mystery( Arnab Pandit)

Why do I remember you each day?
Like worshiping to God after birth till today.
My wealth is like no contrast, no peace,
No suffering; Thinking nothing except this.

If I were the rhyme of a sonnet,
You're like the meter passing to me,
Walking together each line till end,
With same meter and rhyme like a couplet.

Let's forget, what's religion of me and you?
If you force me, what the answer, the new,
Always with me remains is Within Us
Not like the hindu, muslim,christ, jain, buddh lush.

The moment I stay with you is less and less, Nobody knows that's our Inseparable last meet.

A Short Winter's Tale

Mr Mystery ( Arnab Pandit)

It's winter time, generally known as misty,cold and calm weather. A bridge was located outside our village,connecting two villages, one was Barath and another was Dorath. The two villages were known for their own characteristics. People of Barath were in farming but the people of Dorath belong to business. The bridge united them together where they opened their heart to the other one.From the evening to night , on the sideway of the bridge was full of unending talking, commenting and conversation any person saw ever in my life.

I often visited the bridge once a week ,on Sunday as usual and spent my evening among my friends.Hardly we found a place to sit and converse, as before our arrival almost all the places were preoccupied. Although it was full of inconvenience, an unknown emotion forced us to go there everyday,no matter if it was summer or winter.

15 December,2024,Sunday- I came out of my home and reached the bridge but found that I had no companions, the ambiance being lonely and gloomy to me.An great advantage I got on the day was a large amount of place was left for me to sit or sleep if I would feel bored alone .Let some couples keep undisturbed who found their heaven here.

I saw there was a storm in a teacup at the Tea Stall among the people enjoying tea as well as wit combat . I was looking at the full moon. Although then it reached 18°c , the wind from the north downed the temperature more. It was inconvenient for the old but a great convenience for the young sitting with their sweethearts , generally for those who newly got their beloved in the winter.

Where I was ,I remembered,in a state of loneliness, loneliness was sometimes better than loveliness. I spent 30 minutes talking to myself. I was about to leave there and wait for another week. I sat on my cycle and saw an unknown girl in front of me and fell down. She smiled at me and passed on. I stood my cycle there for a bit and walked behind her. At that time a lorry ran quickly beside us , spreading so much dust . Some dust fell into her eyes and she closed her left eye with the left hand and kept the other one open. I stood beside her. She asked me ," Do you have water ?"

Whether I had water or not ,I didn't know, but her asking for water froze all the water in me.

"What are you thinking? If you have , please give me ."
I put my hand in my bag and give her the bottle.She did a few gusts of water on her eye.
" Now okay ?"

" Yes, thanks ."

" Is your house here ?"

" Yes,5 mins walk from here .And your ?"

" Not here ,but 5 mins cycle from here."

" Did you come here alone ?"

" No, but today I became alone . My friends were busy with their own work."

" I come here with my friend but she went for a tour."

She asked me," If you don't mind ,can we sit on the sideways of the bridge ?"
" No problem " We sat on the recommended area she marked .

Suddenly I stood up and said," Wait a minute please." I ran quickly to the Tea Stall and brought two cups of tea . I gave her one cup .
She took it and said," Thanks."

" I think this tea will energise us."

" Perfect."

She sipped slowly and asked, " Have You drunk alcohol ? "

"No, but why ?"

" I saw you falling , So."

"Actually I was about to paddle ,and seeing you in front of me suddenly ,I could not keep my balance and so I fell down."

"Oh !"

" Remember,Sometimes seeing is not believing."

" It's also right. Sometimes we seem something one type but it becomes another later on."

" The matter is like that . Do you come here regularly?"

" Not regularly but every Sunday."

"Like me ohh ! But I saw you never . At which side do you sit ?"

"At the east side of the bridge ."

" That's why your sight escaped my sight."

" Good pun ."

Suddenly a gust of wind fell her hat down from her head and hair down on her back. I surprisingly looked at it. It was dark and long and made her more attractive.I couldn't sit without speaking a word .
I asked ," How do you know about pun ?

" I knew it from my elder sister,a graduate in English."

" Okay alright . What do you do now ? "

" I am studying at college, ARB Vidhyapit. Chemistry honours. And what about you ?

" Moving 2 kilometres from your college on the bridge at N M Vidhyapit I am studying English honours , recently crossing over the first border of the college,three more borders being left for me ."

" You are a very flirting guy."

" Not like that ."

I asked ," what makes you happy here ?"

" Listeneing conversation of others and even I involve in so deep conversation with my friend that sometimes I forget time. "

" Even I also like conversation that erases my whole week's tiredness."

We both ended our tea at time . We took some pause in talking.
After some time ,She asked me ," I've one question. Can I ask you ?"

" See the couple quarreling over something,or that couple who are in deep conversation,or they who keep a little distance talk to each other, or that guy who is on a phone call with ,I suppose,his beloved. But who are real lovers ? "

" We're all servants of Love . These aspects,you asked for ,are steps of leading to love but ,make sure,which has no end. It's what I understand about love."

" Beautiful explanation. It cleared my some doubts in love."
I remained silent for a while.
She asked," What are you thinking?"

Although I had another cause." I've always wanted to write a novel. I am afraid that none will read it."

" It's a silly idea. Every one has a story worth sharing.But What would be about the novel ?"

" May be a chance encounter with a stranger who inspires me to hold my pen ."

" Have you ever been in love ?"

" I never entered directly.But I felt it not more less , I suppose,than the real one.I'm sure that what I perceived ,even not in relationship but fully in a state of love ,is that love is intangible,i.e,elusive. I am talking about me much .But what about you ?

" Mine is chemical love. Once I entered into a relationship with a beau but someone sprayed DDT over us ( laughing) .Then we died in the field of love . After that none comes into life ."

" Very pathetic. In future some one will spray organic fertilizer in you."

The gust of wind decreased the temperature more . She put off her woolen hat but a lock of her hair fell on her face as if it grabbed my attention to look at it with lids apart . She put it on properly.

I asked," Can I tell you something ?"

" Yes. We are not strangers now ." I came close to her and she also allowed her ear towards me .

" You lock falling on thy face locks me in you . I am still finding a way to come out but I find neither a door nor a key in this heavy winter."

"It's locked not from outside but from inside which has no key .",She whispered in my ear.Let us leave alone for a while.Some winters came into every body's life and remained as eternal summers.

The Peaceful Creation

Mr Mystery (Arnab Pandit)

On the brimming water of Lake
The sun rays fall and wind shakes
Its surface into little waves,
Dancing and singing, to save
From darkness, like a mother of a child.
The sober sight makes my mind mild.

Fluttering flowers beside it entertain me. Towering trees are not less in showing beauty. Wandering clouds stop by me to see.
What can be than it more cutie ?
Time stands all to be company With each other. To see those I find more peace than my lover's

You might be far away from my hand,
But stay always near in my art's little heart.

Thy Silent Face of Love

Mr Mystery( Arnab Pandit)

When I find you all of a sudden,
I see thy conversable silent face charming. Thousand words hide in the eyes, floating.
You lift me up from blind burden.

Would you tell me why you're beautiful ever?
If I had words to draw your face clear!
Thy loose hair swaying on face steals my heart to you.
Why each day you come and I say no word to you.

Your touch on my bleeding hand
Heals my all pains and sins instant.
You put my head lying on your soft lap.
I forget all and fall in love with no gap.

But that face loses somewhere in my mind.
Yet the thread among us clings in strong wind.

The Eternal Hand
Mr Mystery ( Arnab Pandit)

At the death of day I am
Grateful to you with so calm.
To cause the irony You are the one
And judge endless mistakes with me alone.

Tears in eyes to remember Thee.
Knowing answers, I never get the key.
Emotion is too deeper than words to speak.
You fill the silent mind with a drop of ink.

Today all beauties can't come
As they are too small than you, some
Hope by You is still like a bloom.
If I were to return the little room!

I will not be there to get a treat,
But hug the sad sweet past for a bit.
Now I may be a bit far from you,
But I will never forget the eternal hand of You.

A Few Steps Behind Her
Mr Mystery ( Arnab Pandit)

You,the bud of beauty in whom lies my peace.
Remembering you ,all thoughts of you me ease.
You ,like the warrior in a war,inverts my mild mind peacefully.
You live in a place of visible emptiness calmly .

Ups and downs come and go but you string to me.
You're the unchanged season in my life.
Your thinking works as a medicine at every strike.
Your sight upon me forgets my past and the world to see.

You would never know how I'm haunted by you,
You could only know when you would me view,
Where you will find me as patient as one in a psycholone,
For, your celestial face will transform me into a love bud from a stone.

It seems more beautiful when love's left incomplete with her.
Often I wait and stand at that heart but a few steps behind her.