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 : 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 .
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I am grateful for publishing my poem in your web magazine. Really I am inspired and indebted to all of you including readers.