My name is Abhishek Pramanik and I am currently a student having completed my bachelors degree in commerce from Pune University.My interest and enthusiasm in poetry has been from quite a long time ago when I was in school.I discovered this site recently and I hope this site helps me nurture the budding poet in me.Though I have not penned any anthology or any book until now I hope to do in future ... more »
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Abhishek Pramanik Poems
On The Lines Of Existence
Let me breath into the heaven of ecstasy Let the thorn of time also prick me I strive to experience what lies ahead Oh heart, thou shall not trick me..
The Pilgrimage To Pain
Sufferings stand in the threshold of time Reminding me of the days I spent, Some moments were shattered and some sublime Bearing destiny’s fruits I still went.
The Moonlight’s Meaning
I stand in my balcony from where I gaze The moon casting its abundant light, Like God’s abundant and inevitable grace It falls on my being and on my sight.
The Flute’s Melody
Today I sit and brood in my threshold Life’s emptiness engulfs my heart. A flute in my hand I seem to hold To make this sorrow and agony depart.
The Abyss Of Past Moments
One Sunday when there was no work A holiday I got and hours to spend, My mind and my heart started to lurk Towards an unknown abyss, we decided to bend.
From Birth To Dust
The biggest truth of our lives is this We transition from birth to dust, The soul shall feel despair and bliss Neither love shall remain, nor any random lust.
We all know we have one heart An organ it is but such is its beauty, For when it loves someone, it does depart The reasons of nature and society’s duty.
An Unknown Fragrance
She dwelt in my heart like an unknown fragrance Like rainbows dancing onto my bosom, Magnificient was her touch and pure ambience Like tulips in naked fields, yet to blossom.
An Unheard Voice
Deep down in the abyss of life lies A voice which is seldom heard; To soar beyond bondage, it always tries Far from being a captured bird.
A Rendezvous In The Woods
It had been quite some time The grace of Nature I had not felt. For Nature is a force so sublime Its lingering fragrance needs to be smelt.
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On The Lines Of Existence
Let me breath into the heaven of ecstasy
Let the thorn of time also prick me
I strive to experience what lies ahead
Oh heart, thou shall not trick me..
For I shall sail into the sea of sadness
A sea which has no shore
The moments of madness shall unfold
An existence lost within its deep uproar..
No heavenly beam, no signs to tell
No predictions I shall be granted
For let the soul be free and feel
Whatever longings it had always wanted…
Lessons are there yet to be learned
A whole chapter of meaning lies
On the path of self discovery, we have...