Time And Reading of Life in Biplab Majumdar's Poetry, Author - Dr. Manoranjan Das

Time And Reading of Life in Biplab Majumdar's Poetry

Dr. Manoranjan Das

         Biplab Majumdar, a poet with excellence rows his thought through poetry, and he feels, time is the currency of life where everyone gets the exact same amount each day through the reading that acts as a lens through which men interpret and process into time, and, it helps us understand our place in the world. He has the stranger of firmament relating to the silver surprise through the oceanic pleasure where the sparking of humble light is seen.Thus, he writes,

'A strange shrill of silence
On the face of firmament,
Night on earth gets
Too mute,
Jublilant jasmines
Shiver in surprise .
Tears of moon
On petals
Of prayer,
Drop after drop .
On slaught of oceanic obesisance
Indicates indifferently
Overcoming of our ominous
Omniscient olive darkness
O my lord of light, please
Let me lit
A candle of carnival here
Let me share of my jumble light.'1

       Numerously speaking, he, the great poet thinks that how  shapes our life by reading  through experience like time travel ,and, anyone can explore other lives and erase, and, it lets others learn from the mistakes and wins of others without going through them anyoneself, and too, managing time into  life is a book man writes one day at a time, using man's hours well give  a good story, and, it  does not find time to read, and, a person makes it by trading screen time for page time. Thus, a poem on him,

'You are the real road to reality
and authenticity of poetry
Where the domes of
delightfulness
and uniqueness
are sparked about.

Your humanity is trully
And eternally are stirred with the wisdom,
floating with the fragrance of flowers
at ease.'2

        It is to say openly that the  reading of life is gone, by modifying habits, and reading over life is a challenge to track ,man's progress and staying motivated. He accelerates his idea in a process that breeze consoles with shadowy silence with verse of vivissitudes. Thus, he writes,

'Because sometimes
Bronze bereaved breeze
Blazes the bones ,
Sea-green sizzling sun
Scorches his soul,
Crimson crystal confessions
Console his conscience.

And a poet mirrors
His maroon metamorphosis
His dedicated deconstruction
His shadoey silence
In cosmic convergence
With verse of vicissitudes.'3


          Widely speaking, he gathers experience with the feeling of life that time is the deed of life, and, the utilization of moments reflect with , and, after all, life itself is into the time's termination through busy demands, discovering with questions, that's to put, really.Thus, it may be added,

'Time will discover everything to posterity; it is the babbler, and speaks even when no question is put.'4


         It is to say authentically that the ways of life in which the reading of sequences of  life is to  habituate that has enriched my life's sorrowfulness and marriment, and, the heightening of  self-awareness, through the reading and imagination of life have together enabled man to understand anyone better, and, it  can be revealed in long periods of solitude, completely. He carries the breathtaking breeze  , maddening with the mirth with mundane manifestation.Thus, he writes,

'Ravishing red of range
Races to my
River reverie
Breathtaking bluish of breeze
Bemoans into my
Berserk bones .
Maddening majenta of mirth
Meanders into my
Mundane manifestation.

And ask who I am,
From where
Did I come?
Where shall I go
At the end?'5

      In the hustle of daily life, balancing work and family, man still found the time and space for literature, something that seems almost unimaginable everyday. He has the life's deed with care where the voices are endeared with bees , sunlight  twilight, welcoming with beauty through morality. Thus, a poem,

'If you look at nature with eyes
And hear the nature's voices with ears,
You will get to see peace,
You will get dears.
Look at showers, rivers, birds;
Look at butterflies , bees, trees, hills, seas;
Look at starry night,
Look at moonlight
Look at sunrise,
Look at twilight;
They all will welcome you
And tell you
And all in the cosmos are relatives;
You will get to see beauty, tranquillity;
You will get to acquire knowledge largely;
You will get to learn discipline, duty, morality.'6

       Brightly speaking, the ever-unique poet, Biplab Majumdar recalls from his own that life is a series of tiny, everyday events, and man builds  life one moment at a time, and sometimes is not waiting for big goals to find happiness, and,  small daily experiences are into learning, and deeply caring for others, by only have one life,and , it's not let the small moments fade away; and, moment is the only time that truly men have.; and, the past is gone, and the future is a guess.  Biplab Majumdar attaches with his thought through poetry that gracefulness is entired with the surroundings with sacreligious stillness. Thus, he writes,

'Under the snake- bitten sky
Light of life
Gets gracefully gray
On the face of city.
A sticky shadow of sadness
Older than
The age of stone
Engulfs entire environ.
In sacrilegious still surroundings
Bewildered birds of darkness
Dive down
Crossing crepular cresendo.'



      Above all,  Biplab Majumdar's poetry carries the iteration of truth where time and reading of life is extended to reality.

References
1. Biplab Majumdar; Biplab in Cosmic Convergence; Part II; Dr.M. Das; The Future Pub; Kol- 94; 2016; P-7;
2. Instant Poetry; Writer, M.Das;
3. As No.1; P-15;
4. Euripides; The Dict. Of Thoughts; Stand.Lit., India; 2002; P-672;
5. As No.1; P-21;
6. Let's Go, Md Ejaj Ahamed; The Unspoken Words of the Blue Planet; Dream Raft Pub., Aurangabad, Murshidabad,Pin-742201; 2025; P-63;
7. As No.1; P-42;