Introduction to the Poet:
Sanjay Thakur has almost nine years of teaching experience at college and university level. He takes care of the linguistic and literary dimensions of the studies. He has academic memberships of GERA and ASIA TEFL. His areas of interest are Indian English Literature, British Literature, Feminist Writings, Translation Studies and communication skills. Besides this, he is actively participating in various International/national conferences, seminars and delivered guest lectures. His current assignment is with Department of English of S.S Sujanpur Tira. He is an M.A. M. Phil. P.G.D.T.E(Eng) M.Ed. Ph.D (Pur).
AFTER DEATH…?
A question pierces like arrow, what that uncanny realm?
What unsorted query beyond all human contemplations?
Away from worldly reach & sensibility, ethereal by nature
What space, where all bound to depart some day
Will new benign journey or old deeds appositely adjudged?
A mystery hovering all minds….
Few declared prolonged sleep, few perceived His will
Few terror struck, route to heavenly abode, said others
For some, a mild transition into vacuum, ‘Nirankaar’
Unfettering the shackles of mundane world wholly
Gateway to ferry us in vicious worldly sea solely
A mystery since ages keeps thoughts in cages
Is there other realm or perceived notion only?
Is place of tranquil joy, or untold sorrow?
After it, soothing or perennial ache all around
Vicious cycle on earth or much awaited emancipation
Where do we lead and what account for?
Oh! Only mundane justification!
Since ages, riddle unresolved, though, debated most
References from divinity to eternity to define nature
Even thought blows, Aghast! One day to relinquish all
But, believe or not, beauty lies in its complexity itself.
Better human to be human only, focus mending actions
Let divinity be at its play without transcending its limit.
A VIEW FROM THE HILLS
A panoramic view extends from high hills
Gust of air, echoing vale, joy it fills
Twitter & chirps amidst dense wood
Gushing torrent cascading down from hills
A sweet music begets & spells every heart
A life song, that goes & goes interminably
Down there in the vale, a sailor faring in the
Placid water and tranquil surrounding amidst
Momentary squeals and squeak across the river
Appears just started his journey and resolute
To get destination, By and by disappears
Leaving vague signs on the waves
At far distance in the middle of shrubby hills
Flute notes enthral & sadden every heart
Love lorn pain with rising & falling tone
Expressing the sorrow of bleeding heart
Must be a Shepherd, missing his beloved one
People feel the prick of his conscience, standstill
Small Villages there, like beads of rosary
Though still sleepy, sunshine in the morning rays
People start rushing out of their home
To move in groups for the wood on their way
Ladies back at home, ignites the fire in the kitchen
Smoke comes out the roof as a sign of hay day
Children start their play, boisterous it become
Amused grandparents enjoying the delicacies
Childhood being blessed stage, wish to relive
Now, Sun being at the centre of sky, all come
To relish the food inside. Even grazing sheep
Gather to rest on the hills, now, all silence it fills