Savior

No more utterance from me,

If this be thou will

Then I shall not bring out forth,

Your gifted voice.

For I do not possess me, neither

I am my own. . .

O it is You who has moulded this piece

Of ignoble soul,

Ran your gentle fingers upon my

Benumbed mind with a certain euphony,

That made it agile, turned it jocund.

Thou art the sole begetter

Of this piece of earth.

Whenever a sudden forlornness engulfs

This very cite of yours,

Thou has not failed to overflow this fragile vessel

With the sweet nectar of your tears,

and refurbish my soul to revelry and charm.

Thou has been my incessant ally

In all realms of my existence,

With your immutable love and concern.

I am blessed, for I have had the magic touch

Of your divine hands,

I have unraveled the secrets of your sacred depth,

I am accomplished, I am full

For I have experienced your Wrath and Love,

Seen you as benign and malign. . .

Nothing is left for me to discover.

If today thou Wish to keep me silent,

I do not speak, I remain tongue tied;

For if I don't that would never satiate me,

That would torment me till the brink of my life.

Oh how can I disobey you, thou aide of mine,

Thou has not taught me so, for I am

Your image, thy reflection.

I am all set to experience you as Whole,

Be a part of your habitat.

Come! Come to me, just as before

And take me with you,

Make me you.....

Borsho Boron

Its time to bid farewell to 1416. The people of bengal are all ready with their new clothes, greetings, sweets and rosogollas, to warmly welcome 1417. POILA BAISAKH ! This day is very popular among the bengalis, all over the world. It marks the beginning of a new year. Kolkata wakes up from the slumber, and a festive mood engulfs the entire city. People come out in their best attire, and try to make their day special in their own respective way. The restaurants and hotels are all filled on this particular occasion. The hangout spots of kolkata overflow with people, especially the malls, millennium park, ganga ghat, nicco park, science city, and other places. This is a day of enjoyment for kids and adults, all alike.

What I like specially about Poila Baisakh, is that, on this very day, people uplift their apparel of western culture and embrace traditionalism. They try to reveal their "Bangaliana" culture as far as possible. Instead to wearing casuals and jeans, people turn to kurta-pyajama, sarees and other traditional outfits. They exchange sweets among neighbours and relatives, as a mark of their love and bonding. Young seek the blessings of their elders. On a whole, Kolkata on this very day turns into a repository of traditional values. People harp on to various mouthwatering dishes, from Daab Chingri to Misti Doi, Bhetky Paturi to Rosogolla.

Its the time to forget our past sorrows and unhappiness, and time to welcome the new year with joy and passion. Subho NoBoborsho to EVERYONE!!!!