Saturday, 21 April 2018

Slave to the Music: Sonnet (Letters from the soul #19)

The moon changes its face every black night
Seasons shift, whispering some old wise words;
I spot the changes in me without fight
Let go people and things just like free birds.
Music is the only thing I hold on 
Like a forlorn person who owns nothing
A melody for each night and season
Lost memories rekindle as I sing. 
Being a slave to the music gives me hope
I feel alive despite losing a lot;
Like letters stacked inside an envelope
Music makes me feel secure about my thoughts.
I can feel all the people I have loved
In the rhythm of songs, I have savored.

© Purba Chakraborty 

Note: This is an English sonnet also known as Shakespearean sonnet. It is a poem consisting of 14 lines (3 quatrains and 1 couplet). Each line consists of 10 syllables. The rhyme pattern is abab cdcd efef gg. 

Friday, 20 April 2018

Rainbow within her : Senryu (Letters from the soul #18)

Sundry emotions
Autumn and spring coexist;
Rainbow within her.

She frames the rainbow
In the pristine white pages;
Plays the song of life.

Unaware, she is
How many lives the rainbow
Touches and uplifts. 

© Purba Chakraborty 

Note: This is a Senryu (also known as human haiku). It is a Japanese poetry form that follows the syllable count of 5-7-5 like that of a haiku. While haiku is used for describing nature, Senryu talks about human emotions or human nature. It is a three-line, unrhymed verse that is usually written in the present tense. 

Thursday, 19 April 2018

Questions : Quatrain (Letters from the Soul #17)

Amaranthine questions are spread unevenly
In the enigmatic labyrinth of life;
They tease, mock, and laugh breezily
At the weary travelers trying to thrive. 

The sea waves question the azure sky
The earth questions the restless wanderers;
We flutter from flower to flower like a butterfly
The answers lie hidden in Nature's metaphors.

We are seekers, in search of answers
To the questions that lie on our path;
Life is a stage and we are the performers
Reveling in soul-searching on earth. 

© Purba Chakraborty 

Note: This is a quatrain. A quatrain is a poem consisting of four lines of verse that follows a fixed rhyming pattern such as abab, aabb or abba. I used the rhyming pattern of abab in this quatrain poem. 

Wednesday, 18 April 2018

Perfect Symphony: Tanka (Letters from the soul #16)

We all are gypsies
Searching our long, lost abode
On this vast planet;
The home we have left behind
With promise in the last life.

Perfect symphony
Occurs when we find our home
~A place or person;
Our vibe fascinates our tribe
A town feels like paradise.

Our face shines in bliss
Each day feels like a picnic
Perfect symphony
Is the sound of blithe laughter,
Wind chimes tinkling in our soul. 

© Purba Chakraborty 

Note: This is a set of three Tankas. Tanka poem is a Japanese poetry form, which is similar to haiku. It is a 5 line poem, having the syllable count of 5-7-5-7-7. These poems are written about nature, season, love, sadness and other strong emotions. This form of poetry dates back almost 1200 years ago. It does not have to rhyme. 

Tuesday, 17 April 2018

Ode to Misfits (Letters from the Soul #15)

Color outside the dark lines
Discover shapes formed by clouds
Refuse to believe in dogmas 
Write a story of your own.
Let them judge and criticize you
Don't abide by their rules;
In a world full of rhymes
You are a three-line haiku
Understood by only a few
Born to stand out; not to fit in.

Read books that are seldom read
Travel to places less explored
Take refuge in the awning of art
Speak the truth that's been buried.
Know the rules by heart
So that you can bend them;
In a world of pop and hip-hop
You are a classic retro
Everyone should hear your echo
Born to stand out; not to fit in.

Sing and dance on the streets
Laugh and cry, shedding every inhibition
Fly with the wings of your expression
From the stifling cage of the society;
Let them ridicule and taunt you
Wear the badge of a rebel with pride
In a world of emails and text messages,
You are a scented, handwritten letter
That everyone will remember
Born to stand out; not to fit in.

© Purba Chakraborty 

Note:  An ode is a poem that praises or glorifies a person, thing or place. The word 'ode' comes from the Greek word "aeidein" which means to sing or chant. This is a type of lyric poetry which was widely used by Romantic poets to convey their strongest emotions and sentiments. Rhyming is optional and its stanza forms vary. 

Monday, 16 April 2018

Notes of Forever : A Nonet (Letters from the Soul #14)

Listen to the notes of forever
In the corridors of your heart;
A random act of kindness,
A gesture of pure love
Stays in the lap of
Mother Nature
Long after
You are

© Purba Chakraborty 

Note: This is a nonet. A nonet poem has nine lines. The first line has 9 syllables, 2nd line has 8 syllables, 3rd line has 7 syllables, 4th line has 6 syllables, 5th lines has 5 syllables, 6th line has 4syllables, 7th line has 3 syllables, 8th line has 2 syllables and 9th line has 1 syllable. Rhyming is optional and the poem can be on any subject. 

Saturday, 14 April 2018

Marigold: Minute Poem (Letters from the Soul #13)

A vibrant, yellow marigold
Buds in threshold
A thing of joy
And pure beauty!

Surrounded by rose and jasmine,
It keeps blooming;
Sheer ecstasy
No jealousy.

Its grace lies in simplicity
No self-pity;
Nature has room
For all to bloom.

© Purba Chakraborty 

Note: This is a minute poem. The minute poem is formatted into 3 stanzas of 8,4,4,4 | 8,4,4,4| and 8,4,4,4 syllables. As the poem has 60 syllables, it is known as a minute poem. The rhyme sequence of the poem is aabb, ccdd, eeff. 

Friday, 13 April 2018

Let Go : Lyric poem (Letters from the Soul #12)

Broken crayons do color
But broken glass cannot be mended whatsoever;
I saw my fingers bleeding
When, the broken pieces, I tried fixing
I shed blood and tears to make everything right
Alas! They couldn't be my glue tonight.

When the jar of my heart overflow
with scars and the white pages turn yellow,
I realize it's time to let go.

The train has to stop in many stations
To reach its desired destination;
I saw my heart getting attached
When, in a station, I relaxed
I paused my journey in pursuit of happiness
Alas! It rusted me and filled me with bitterness.

When the jar of my heart overflow
with scars and the white pages turn yellow,
I realize it's time to let go.

It takes time to untangle
When strings of two hearts mingle;
I saw ego silently killing love
When blaming each other fits like a glove
I still tried hearing our heart's melody
Alas! Tangled ropes provide no clarity.

When the jar of my heart overflow
with scars and the white pages turn yellow,
I realize it's time to let go.

© Purba Chakraborty 

Note: This is a song or a lyric poem. It is a traditional poetry form, in which the poet expresses deep, personal feelings. Lyrics in a song contain verses (lines that make up a song) and a chorus ( a repeating verse in a song).

Thursday, 12 April 2018

Keepsake : A Triolet (Letters from the Soul #11)

The waves of time wash away every sign and name
The keepsake blooms in the messy room of the heart;
Rumi's poetry and ghazals in rain ignite the flame,
The waves of time wash away every sign and name
Memories are hazy; the telepathy remains the same. 
The way twin flames communicate is a mystic art
The waves of time wash away every sign and name
The keepsake blooms in the messy room of the heart.

© Purba Chakraborty 

Note: This is a triolet. It is a French poetry form, dating back to the 13th century. A triolet is a poetry form that consists of 8 lines. Within a triolet, the 1st, 4th and 7th lines repeat and the 2nd and 8th lines repeat as well. The rhyme sequence of a triolet is: ABaAabAB (capital letters represent the repeated lines). 

Wednesday, 11 April 2018

Joie de Vivre: Echo Verse (Letters from the Soul #10)

Every moment should be a celebration
Echo - Elation

We met in this non-stop party called "life"
Echo- Thrive

Remember it's not going to last forever
Echo- Savour

We are bohemian visitors in this party
Echo- Hearty

Solving a riddle of success, errors, and trials
Echo- Smiles

Reading a book of joy, love, and pain 
Echo- Rain

The sun shines again with a promise
Echo- Astonish

Duality is its another name
Echo - Game

Let's party, play, sing, and dance
Echo- Trance

Celebrate life; be a lover
Echo- Joie de Vivre

© Purba Chakraborty 

Note: This is an Echo Verse poem. In an echo verse poem, the last word or syllable in a line is echoed underneath to form a rhyming line. The echo will function as an independent line. 
The echo verse often changes the echoed word in some clever or cynical manner. The last line of the poem is often the title of the poem. 

P.S. Joie de Vivre is a French phrase which means the joy of living. It is often used in English to express an exultation of spirit; a cheerful enjoyment of life.