Dreams

The child looked at my face with a smiling glee

Wobbling with open arms

Looked in wonder in her innocent spree.

The sparkle in her eyes were filled with wonder

Like the heaven amidst her twinkling smile yonder!

Was she dreaming of the stars, the moons, the incessant dreams?

Was she ringing her delight amidst the rumbling streams?

Of the brooks, the meadows and the Nature behold!

Lot was unknown, in her need, wanted to be told.

Of her delight in the sight of the unfathomed world
A hard task, yet to be learned.

Which she was to envisage
In her tender sojourn unsung.

Of the honeyed dreams of a better life

With all the warmth yet to be won!
Of the lush woods in the broad daylight.
Of the kindling caress of her mum’s kiss

Amidst the sparking stars even in a gloomy twilight!

To sing the new lullaby

Of wonders of the world in soliloquy.

When the little beauty walked with glee towards me

She deemed of the warmth she had seen in her cuddle for thee

The tender touch, her rosy lips, her moistened smile,

The warmth of the concealed in her mother’s smile

The kiss of the sol amidst turbine tides

Her wobbling gait, tender touch

Was seeing Him in me

She was born with a golden heart

To fathom this realm in me.

Her tender dreams, like the flowing streams
Held stranded offshore.

I had no arms to sing the age-old folklore

No arms to hold her tight and sing the age-old lullaby

I was stuck in the present of her dreams unsung

The truth ineffable in the sunlit clear sky.

The stars may twinkle the moon may shine

Was I deemed to axe the grime?

The bitter truth of her dreams unsung

Of the reality entwined in the dung?
Maybe I could show her where stars fuse into dawn

I could switch her dreams to a new melodious song

Of the disdains of the world accord.
I wish I could hit the Sunday’s choir dong.

Even with all the evils floating galore

How I wished, I could sing the sweetest folklore!

A world without tears, fears in its sublime

I am waiting for the right melody

To sound the Devine in all galore

Aniruddha Bose

An eminent Plastic Surgeon by profession, a writer by choice, Aniruddha Bose was born on 19th September 1955 in Kolkata. He developed an interest in literature since childhood from his late father Binayendra Mohan Bose, an ex-graduate from Bengal Engineering College and late mother Ila Bose, silver medal winner in Bengali from the Calcutta University. He is a by-product of St. Xavier’s Collegiate School, Kolkata, later Medical College, Bengal and Royal College of Surgeons, United Kingdom. He spent substantial segment of his life there. Also, a couple of years in the Middle East. A renowned Consultant in Kolkata, he is recognised as one of the leading cosmetic surgeons both nationally and internationally. From his school and college days he was into writing. Editor of the school magazine Nihil Ultra, his literary zeal was evident from early days. He contributed in several leading magazines during that period and later in United Kingdom and the Middle East. Life is a voyage exposing its colours in varied veneers. In the year 2006 he sustained a fracture of tibia which confined him to a wheel chair for six months. Continuing his hectic practice even in wheel chair, his social life came to a halt. He was isolated from his other lively activities. To make the best of his solitary confinement, he resorted to his forlorn hobby. He plumbed the bygone literary pursuits he cherished in youth, fortified by his literature-loving engineer father and literary mother until the coercions of his career pushed it to the archive. During this period, he penned his debut Bengali novel ANWESHAN released on 25th August 2007. The novel was an instant success. It hosted his original creative self-expression in a diverse arena. The sales figures of his debut novel soared high. It stimulated his incognito ingenuity urging him to further indulge in the passion, parallel to his busy professional pursuits. His second Bengali novel NISHABDE like the previous one, not only turned out to be a best-seller representing Bengal at the London Book Fair, but also received eclectic acclaim. From then onwards there was no turning back. Destiny had set ajar a new vista of artistic creativity amidst the levied calamity. He split his time between a busy profession and literary quests. He has written several books in Bengali and English. He continues creating more in both the lingoes. It reflects his wide experience as a professional. Widely travelled, he has interacted with various cultures, races and community. He is a member of Film Writer’s Association. He finds solace in his creations, be it in his professional arena or creative literary pursuits. All his novels are depiction of his inner creative ideas sometimes contrary to tradition in search for the Universal Truth. In his busy schedule, his essence of peace rests with his love for Rabindrasangeet, classical music and his wife Smriti Bose.

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