The Hell Of Dull Dreams

Written By DIPAK MUKHOPADHYAY

My heart will not hurt me in despair

If I can’t discern you face to face

I have learnt to ignore a lot of things

Wrongfully thought as obsession

As my own possession

Which once left me bankrupt .

The all inclusions

The sorrows, pains, joys and bliss

Once made me a stupid dreamer

The dreams without a sense of historicity

Is nothing but a hopeless brandishing

Of our celestial stupidity

Why not take a path of renunciation

From the examples of unmotivated displaying

And always seeking a billboard to seduce others ?

The knowledge which suits you the best

Is written in your gut feelings

And not in the springtime mimicry .

Be unafraid of staying with them, who

Have no hell of dull dreams excepting a decent living.

Please don’t push me for clapping

We don’t clap when the sun is eclipsed

We seldom find light when drowned with miseries

Made by men sitting at the helm of the world

And not at the helm of the Eden

Made by us.

Poet Introduction:-

Poet : DIPAK MUKHOPADHYAY

(DOB : 09/09/1954) at Kolkata

Father’s name : Late Ananta Gopal Mukherjee was an Ex-Serviceman of the Indian Air Force was the main inspiration of his habit of writing in English

Mother : Late Anjali Mukherjee was a huge inspiration of his literary inclination since childhood apart from giving importance to studying poet’s school and college studies. Both of them were refugees from erstwhile East Bengal (Faridpur and Dhaka)

Education : Completed B.COM.(with Hons. In Accountancy)

Occupation: Retired Banker

Preference : Gardening/Reading Books/Writing poems/stories etc.

Awards : Received a number of mementos etc. in recognition of his literary works from Kolkata’s Little Magazines .