The Green Haze Poem by Indranil Bit

The tall green haze : : green is the colour of hope that stands tall and eminent in the haze. Haze is the mist symbolizing unclear/ uncertainty (of truth and life)
At the bend of the road; : : the road is of life. It's misty and bends through.
The road that wove
Round the hillock court. : : A hilly terrain is full with ups and downs.
Some are thorny
To taste your blood; : : even the green haze, the very epitome of hope will not be a melting butter, it will have thorns.
Some are painted : : It will also hallucinate with a promise of unknowing peace that is too real to be true (Magenta glass paintings as 1600 AD Roman)
In magenta glass. : : (Magenta glass paintings as 1600 AD Roman catholic that will just mark an impression of peace)

Amidst the riot : : here riot signifies the dilemma, the mist that surrounds the ray of hope. Hope alone is the mere for strugglers.
Is standing someone;
A little girl
With a bonny heart.
The afternoon Sun
Still slants and crawl;
Yet her shine of charm : : a good heart is noble and bright enough to stand out of the haze of uncertainty.
Veils it all.

Is she lost in the
Tall green haze?
Or dancing around
In Capricious maze! : : A zig-zag complicated web made of Her whimsical mind
Who despairs so much
to have an answer? : : It is not worthy to discover the reason of Her presence in the vines. If someone really wants to discover Her,
Who wants to quest : : He has to undergo an introspective journey. She is within you, but hidden, covered and gasping
Be it all in vein!

Daughter of the soil
That's what her name;
The possessor of freedom : : walking in the path of truth is free, no constraints or back-drawing bondage.
Not unworthy fame. : : Unworthy fame gives birth to pride that lead to so much bloodshed before also.
A hundred words
Still no silence breaks, : : When you are admiring beauty and that too from your heart, you need not speak out.
A call from heart : : Still you are the speaker of a hundred words reflected through your joy.
For all hearts' sake.

The cheering breeze,
The flying kites,
The buzzing bees, : : a portrait of the beauty.
The twinkling flies,
The throne of soil,
The queen of vines
The quirky dream,
Sweet hearts' delight!

The accounting clouds, : : The whole stanza depicts violence arising out of fake pride, Man bears.
The heartless clash;
The dungeon dark, : : The grave dark of a miser heart.
The fade-oar crash; : : An imagination ponders a boat making way through Rough sea of Life and Rage crashing the oars (faded with time)
The redrum flow : : REDRUM…….MURDER (in opposite/ mirror view)
The charred patios; : : courtyards of kings burning / fall of empire.
All lift a toast : : After a battle, the winning side cheers but who wins is actually AGONY.
On agony's triumph. : : This is the hard truth, bitter enough as not to agree upon.



The bend of roads
Amidst tall green haze;
Welcomes you
To uncloak grace; : : Grace is covered/ cloaked. Only a false mask is available. Uncloak and let-show
Daughter of the soil : : She welcomes you to drown all your virtual masks and embrace truth and beauty. Give peace a cjance.
The tamer of emotion;
Welcomes you
To hug her vision.