Colours of Light
Light fills the room,
The eyes of knowledge look to wonder,
At the tiny speck of magnificence.
Radiating out beams of delight,
Through a prism of possibilities,
Of various wavelengths of intensity.
Colours circling, swirling, spinning,
In an abstract wheel of meaning and vitality.
Their eyes see, feel and sense the colours one by one.
Red ruby, a vibrant passion of love,
Heated creative blood to the soul of one’s being, .
Desire of love overflow.
Yellow marigold of everyday hush,
The symbol of intelligence beat of learning .
Pink of broken heart petals falling,
softly like pink pearl drops from their faces.
Sky blue sea of tranquillity and calmness,
Which calms with soft caresses of blue light.
Orange glow for the zest of life,
The enduring warm energy of the soul.
Purple of royal velvet smooth to the touch,
Noble, healing and awakening of the “eye”
The green shoots of nature,
The smell of renewal, rebirth and hope.
Colours of light of enlightenment,
Colours of meaning and feeling,
Colours of nature and joy,
Colours of creative healing,
Colours of my love for you.
White light splits and explodes,
Into a colour of wheel of brilliance,
The eyes wander and see,
Sweet colours of patterned light ,
Illuminating the darkness,
A spectrum of colour beauty to behold.
By Subrata Saha ( Copyright July 2015)
Monday 10 August 2015
Tuesday 4 August 2015
Circle Love Ring Of The Puffer Fish
https://youtu.be/yaPmYYWsixU
I am a lifelong fan of David Attenborough's wildlife programmes. The other day I was watching how the little puffer fish in Japan make these incredible spiral pattern shapes in the sand to attract their female in order to mate. Its incredible that a little fish can do this. I was very emotional when I saw it. Nature is made of geometrical patterns and circle is a frequent one because its whole. Mathematics is the language of nature. The ancients knew about geometry in nature and used that to reflect in their buildings. This little puffer fish really is an artist. Their eggs are laid in the middle and the spiral is perfect for incubating them. Thankyou David Attenborough for showing us how beautiful nature can be. Subrata.
The above will explain the inspiration for my poem below. Subrata.x
CIRCLE LOVE RING OF THE PUFFER FISH
Tiny fish of scaly leathery skin,
Small, with large eyes,
Searching for his heart’s desire.
A genius of art
To fulfil his task of wonder and delight.
Nature shapes and patterns he creates
The circle, a symbol of love, whole and the divine.
The puffer fish
Dancing as courting lovers
In a circle love ring
of sacred romance and love.
His fins hover over the seafloor,
Making circular patterns of pebble ridges,
Tenderly decorated with shells and sea flavourings.
Ocean currents caresses these lovers,
Seaweed dance to the sea beat of sea salt bliss.
Their love consummated ,
The passion ring is made whole.
Subrata Saha ( Copyright July 2015)
I am a lifelong fan of David Attenborough's wildlife programmes. The other day I was watching how the little puffer fish in Japan make these incredible spiral pattern shapes in the sand to attract their female in order to mate. Its incredible that a little fish can do this. I was very emotional when I saw it. Nature is made of geometrical patterns and circle is a frequent one because its whole. Mathematics is the language of nature. The ancients knew about geometry in nature and used that to reflect in their buildings. This little puffer fish really is an artist. Their eggs are laid in the middle and the spiral is perfect for incubating them. Thankyou David Attenborough for showing us how beautiful nature can be. Subrata.
The above will explain the inspiration for my poem below. Subrata.x
CIRCLE LOVE RING OF THE PUFFER FISH
Tiny fish of scaly leathery skin,
Small, with large eyes,
Searching for his heart’s desire.
A genius of art
To fulfil his task of wonder and delight.
Nature shapes and patterns he creates
The circle, a symbol of love, whole and the divine.
The puffer fish
Dancing as courting lovers
In a circle love ring
of sacred romance and love.
His fins hover over the seafloor,
Making circular patterns of pebble ridges,
Tenderly decorated with shells and sea flavourings.
Ocean currents caresses these lovers,
Seaweed dance to the sea beat of sea salt bliss.
Their love consummated ,
The passion ring is made whole.
Subrata Saha ( Copyright July 2015)
Thursday 26 February 2015
White Horses of the Sands Dunes
White Horses of the Sand Dunes
Thunder of hooves,
On soft white sands,
The light orb high in the sky.
White horses galloping on the wing,
Silky manes flowing freely,
Carrying precious cargo,
Carry me to the light high,
Above the physical plane.
Soft white chalk under my hands,
Feeling the outline of this majestic horse.
Carved into the hillside with Celtic splendour.
Epona may you bless him with life.
“Come alive oh horse
Come alive away from the hillside.”
Your moist warm breath in the early dawn,
Your white soft matted hair against my cheek,
Your slow heartbeat I feel,
Gentlest of souls you are to me.
More horses gather around in a half ring
Standing silently with their heads bowed.
Standing in the centre, energy swarms around me.
Blue light descends from above
Enveloping us with healing light
We close our eyes and are on the beach once more…
Meditating with silence.
Sea mist descends slowly...
White horses galloping on the surf,
With swiftness, grace and beauty,
Towards her, the Goddess Epona and eternity.
By Subrata Saha ( Copyright February 2015)
Thunder of hooves,
On soft white sands,
The light orb high in the sky.
White horses galloping on the wing,
Silky manes flowing freely,
Carrying precious cargo,
Carry me to the light high,
Above the physical plane.
Soft white chalk under my hands,
Feeling the outline of this majestic horse.
Carved into the hillside with Celtic splendour.
Epona may you bless him with life.
“Come alive oh horse
Come alive away from the hillside.”
Your moist warm breath in the early dawn,
Your white soft matted hair against my cheek,
Your slow heartbeat I feel,
Gentlest of souls you are to me.
More horses gather around in a half ring
Standing silently with their heads bowed.
Standing in the centre, energy swarms around me.
Blue light descends from above
Enveloping us with healing light
We close our eyes and are on the beach once more…
Meditating with silence.
Sea mist descends slowly...
White horses galloping on the surf,
With swiftness, grace and beauty,
Towards her, the Goddess Epona and eternity.
By Subrata Saha ( Copyright February 2015)
Sunday 18 January 2015
RORY A poem dedicated to my favourite Irish Rock Blues Guitarist Rory Gallagher
RORY
An echo in the void,
A rich velvety blend of electric sound.
The first clear crisp chords
of “Cradle Rock”.
A thousands moons in time I have travelled
to be here,
A myriad of octaves, trebles, sharps and flats
travels towards me
to be uplifted by your musical notes in a swirl of
song,
The “music sound” hypnotises me from beyond.
A pinpoint of sound makes its way to me,
Your melody burns fire in my soul.
Then I see you….I see you……Rory……
The harmonics of sound as you play,
You dissonance and resonance,
You rock,
We rock
Those gentle fingers of gentle hands,
Moving with a soft pulse like feel over the fret board,
Masculinity to the fullness,
Light touch of fingers,
Fingers dance and dance and dance….
Wave after wave…
Poetry of sound after sound….
Your beautiful dark chocolaty hair,
Cascading gently over your angel like face,
Beautiful Celtic patterns of your check shirt,
Illuminating under the lights,
Your band behind you all the way.
Your music gives you intense joy in your eyes,
Tears in our eyes,
Those strong Irish hands bring the “woman guitar” alive,
A music love affair.
Your music pours over us,
Like sun kissed rain of golden drops.
Poetry and prose about life’s hard ways,
The Blues brings out every emotion,
It tells the truth.
Your guitar sang, it sang, it sang...
You are there. You take us there.
I am connected to you.
You touch my soul, my soul, my soul…
You read my soul...your music heals our souls...
The Blue note is the only true note,
The Blue note is you.
By Subrata Saha ( August 2011)
Blue Butterfly By Subrata Saha
BLUE BUTTERFLY
Sitting on Collard Hill,
inhaling the intoxicating smells of lavender, orchids and wild thyme.
I gaze at the richness and beauty of English summertime.
The sky is of a clear blue.
The wispy clouds of white not to be seen anywhere.
Summer infusion of sounds and smell brings my senses alive.
I am waiting patiently for a friend.
I sit alone on this hill.
The grass is like a velvet carpet under the tips of my fingers.
I see patchwork of fields of green, red, gold
stretching into the distance.
The heat of Mother Earth, causing waves of energy evaporating into the air.
Swallows fly swooping and catching insects on the wind.
The cool summer breeze caresses my face.
I am still waiting patiently fort my friend.
Then I see her…
A sign of gathering blue.
She is of perfect, symmetry and design.
Her wings aligned,
A mirror image of each other.
Fluttering in the breeze as she lands on a lavender fresh.
Dark black veins that light up under the sun rays.
She the brightest of electric blues.
I hold my breath and do not stir.
I do not wish to disturb the silence.
She unwinds her proboscis ,
Taking up the sweet nectar of the flower,
That nourishes her with life.
A true blue beauty of nature she is.
She now sits delicately on the palm of my hand.
We sit together for an eternal moment,
And then she takes flight and is free.
I am glad I waited patiently for my friend.
My soul has been set free.
By Subrata Saha ( Copyright 13/08/2014)
30-30-30
Sitting on Collard Hill,
inhaling the intoxicating smells of lavender, orchids and wild thyme.
I gaze at the richness and beauty of English summertime.
The sky is of a clear blue.
The wispy clouds of white not to be seen anywhere.
Summer infusion of sounds and smell brings my senses alive.
I am waiting patiently for a friend.
I sit alone on this hill.
The grass is like a velvet carpet under the tips of my fingers.
I see patchwork of fields of green, red, gold
stretching into the distance.
The heat of Mother Earth, causing waves of energy evaporating into the air.
Swallows fly swooping and catching insects on the wind.
The cool summer breeze caresses my face.
I am still waiting patiently fort my friend.
Then I see her…
A sign of gathering blue.
She is of perfect, symmetry and design.
Her wings aligned,
A mirror image of each other.
Fluttering in the breeze as she lands on a lavender fresh.
Dark black veins that light up under the sun rays.
She the brightest of electric blues.
I hold my breath and do not stir.
I do not wish to disturb the silence.
She unwinds her proboscis ,
Taking up the sweet nectar of the flower,
That nourishes her with life.
A true blue beauty of nature she is.
She now sits delicately on the palm of my hand.
We sit together for an eternal moment,
And then she takes flight and is free.
I am glad I waited patiently for my friend.
My soul has been set free.
By Subrata Saha ( Copyright 13/08/2014)
30-30-30
The Poems "Willow and Goldfinches" by Subrata Saha.
Goldfinches
The sun shines with a golden glow of light
of iridescent beauty .
Running down a flight of marble staircase of an Italian villa,
down the ornate white steps to the grounds below.
The carved ornate marble water fountains greet me with
sound of crystal waters forming an arc of water spray
high in the blue glow of the sky.
Swishing sound of Goldfinches
wing outstretched meet within the arc,
Visica Piscis meet in the middle,
Two circles meet entwined by love,
Their spinning wheels of energy meeting as one.
Yellow, black and bright red heads,
Their plumage of colours blaze
in a war paint of love.
Goldfinches meet in happiness
Their touching sweet beaks in a kiss of song.
My soul desire with my love twin flame is complete.
By Subrata Saha ( Copyright Sept 2013)
WILLOW
Whispering leaves of green that reflect
in the water colour purity of a rippling stream.
Green serrated leaf like drops rustling in the wind
with silent telepathic and secret messages of love.
The Willow bound to Mother Nature,
Ruled by the Moon Goddess of the night,
Connected to the feminine divine of strength, wisdom,fertility and joy.
Willow stem tattoo pattern on my hand,
The henna pattern runs deep into my skin,
Its mysterious meaning, spiralling,
curving with feathery sensuality.
The stem branch will never bend or break,
oozing energy sap of strength to keep to one’s life path.
Powerful in the mighty winds of one’s ego and forces of nature.
Keeping my inner light eye pristine clear.
Healing bark that heals the pain in my psyche,
Your strong roots run deep into the Mother Earth,
Entwined with my root chakra of my inner core.
By Subrata Saha ( Copyright September 2013)
Pea Green Dolphin of the Sea By Subrata Saha
PEAGREEN DOLPHIN OF THE SEA
Peagreen dolphin leaping high,
From soft foam of waves of sea salt and spray.
Arching back in playful beat,
Sheer joy and smile on your face,
Your graceful dance of the sea.
The banks of the Morah Firth,
Await your calling at high tide.
Highland mists of green perforating the air,
The gentle tide lapping against the shore.
Fisherman of the Firth,
Swimming against the tide,
Emanating echo location beat waves,
To create a net of circular bubbles,
To catch your rich quarry of pink salmon fish.
Energy pulsations from your mind,
Eye to eye, you find me…
Standing knee deep in the waters of the Loch,
We greet each other with smiles of joy.
I touch your serene face ,
And kiss you on the forehead.
Your laughter comes from deep within you.
With one last look,
And final encounter,
You leave to join your playful companions of the sea.
Subrata Saha ( Copyright 01/10/2014)
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