The Colours of Rain
Rain is blue in the dreamless city, Falling like drops of self-loathing and pity. Shapeless faces look blue and pale- As the drizzle hangs like a nameless veil Hiding all that is lively and pretty. The colour of city rain is green, Like the dusty leaves regaining their sheen. Leaves of grass beneath the feet And the velvety moss on concrete Bring joy to the kingdom of machine. Is the rain a hue of grey- Like a Ganesh Pyne painting gone astray? The bed is damp and cold- Water drops on cobwebs glitter like gold Eyes look up at the sky in dismay. It is only black that one can find, It brings twilight to the mind. Black is the alley where we met, Black are the crows, all wet- Searching for a soul, simple and kind.
The Sunset Kaleidoscope
The scarlet orb plunged in the scarlet lake, Yellow, Orange, Pink--followed in its wake. The pink slowly merged into grey, As the skylarks flew away The sunset Kaleidoscope of eternal heartache.
Dr. Rudrajit Paul
Dr. Rudrajit Paul is a consultant physician in Kolkata attached to AMRI, Dhakuria. In spite of his extremely busy schedule, he finds time to engage in his secret passion of writing poetry in both English and Bengali. He is a fan of William Carlos Williams and he also likes to write poems about everyday life in the city.