Biography:
Dr Nachiketa Bandyopadhyay is a retired academic administrator of an Indian University lives in West Bengal.He was a Professor of Life Science ,became a life long student and researcher of social science , Performing arts ,Pedagogy, Art history ,Theology and Indology.
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The music of your heartbeat under moon,
was the response to my own breath,
and— still moments held between our eyes—
an infinite,eternal unwavering trust.
We kept touching one another,
LIke green leaves and buds of wood
and with every touch, goose bump,
some old wall within us
like stonebuilt monuments
Of prehistoric era
slowly crumbled away.
Then came a moment
when it became impossible to tell
where your heartbeat ended
and mine began.
As your riverine breath
mingled with mine,
it felt as though—
two rivers,
forgetting their separate names,
had merged into a single ocean.
In that moment,
you were not merely a woman,
if not Goddess
nor I merely a man—
If not king
we were two incomplete sentences
that, for the first time,
found their fulfillment in a shared meaning.
story never ended
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As Oceane is destiny of river
We each held the other’s name
Riverine meandering love
reach the estuary
yet there was no path for us
to reach one another.
How strange it is—
that to meet the one
the heart has already claimed as its own,
known to every stars of Galaxy
one must sometimes walk a lifetime
along unfamiliar roads.
Even today, I feel
we did not meet for the first time then.
The moment I looked into your eyes,
something stirred deep within me—
like a lamp in an ancient temple,
in a calm village of past
extinguished for centuries,
suddenly flaring to life without a breeze.
When your fingers
brushed against my palm,
that the divine touch—
A resurrection
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You were right beside me;
your fingers brushed against mine
like a bumblebee.
The warmth of your lips—
sweet as nectar—
seemed to seep deep into my very being;
yet, even as I kissed you,
my heart yearned to pull you closer—
much like a chalice of wine
that fails to quench one’s thirst
the moment it touches the lips,
for hidden within it, somehow,
lay the taste of separation.
Manuscript to be scripted
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You asked, so I tell you this:
To the one with whom—even from afar—the heart whispers:
„You are not physically near, yet you are never truly far away.“
Waiting is the most beautiful form of love,
for union is merely a fleeting celebration,
whereas waiting is a silent devotion—
I write for you—only to erase what I have written.
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The one who can read the pain hidden deep within your silent eyes,
And the mystery concealed behind your smiling face—
Who else can truly decipher that look in your eyes?
Let this moment stand still,
As I gaze at you just like this;
Some bonds do not end even after separation;
Do not ask,
For a love gleams in your eyes
That makes my heart pause in its tracks every time.
Of the enduring impact left in memory—
Wait only for that person.
Do not ask,
How the heart forgot itself,
And how one senses the monsoon rain in your sorrow.
Do not ask,
It feels as though the moon itself bows to greet you—
Of the whirlwind rising within the heart,
When tresses of your hair fall across your face,
When the nature of the relationship shifts with the passage of time.
The one who understands your silence as if it were spoken words—
Wait only for that person.