PARTHA SARATHI PAUL
Biography of PARTHA SARATHI PAUL
a teacher and bilingual poet...an avid English lover and dedicated learner...fond of poetry specially a resolute brevity lover...believe in terse but not trash poetry.
Muse India, India`s top-most web journal has awarded him
with YS poetry Prize for December 2013.Many of his early poems got published in Wave, once-published weekly supplement of The Telegraph.His poems have been selected for RAINBOW HUES, the anthology of 7th International Poetry fest-2014.He`ll be felicitated there in Andhra Pradesh.
PARTHA SARATHI PAUL's Works:
1) Kavita Pagal Katha; a volume of Bengali poems.
2) Oyster; a volume of English poems.
- What is purely pure? -new-
- A stupid lover... -new-
- An Untitled Poem -new-
- Reality addict lines... -new-
- I don`t want to die early now. -new-
- A sack of rubbish... -new-
- A lover pirate -new-
- Our thirst is always thirsty! -new-
- You can win but can you own a forest? -new-
- Who knows how many pages are yet to run.... -new-
- A hayabusa and her chiseled rider! -new-
- Bullies suck lovers! -new-
- Is a poet such a kid? -new-
- Not a veg-desire... -new-
PARTHA SARATHI PAUL Poems
I am inside my horoscope
I am smiling back to the smiles of the exalted Jupiter at the transit to my birth sign in my otherwise gloomy birth chart.
Loneliness is not that bad. You can count your breaths. You can count on your violin existence. You can be your thoughtful companion.
A Sad Girl Sings...
Miss you, miss you, daddy; miss you very hard. It`s too long since that last day when you said, you`d not be long.
A Sad, Hope Lyric...
while passing through a bad patch many good claws gift some deep scratch. gotta bear with all so love bruises from bitter foes once so dear friends.
Think Positive And Dream Superlative
Think positive and dream superlative - - Get up and dare to be yourself Speak up and proclaim the gifted worth Take the enemy odds in your stride
The curtain drops abruptly.............
A stage show for a short run - - slow or sudden end
winter herself is very romantic!
O shyly blushed beauty your dewy veil is tenderly lifted by nervously hesitant late morning sun rays...
' All Is Not Lost '
When many hopes dash against a rock reality all of them never perish; the reduced bits rise from their forced grave- - At least one of them like a phoenix
Weavers too look at the sky...
when a woodpecker pecks at a hollow stem his pains may be prized or may just go in vain
Wind and Storm
Wind blows Storm rages Things dance in the blow Things go awry in a storm
I Love Their Write...
I like the way we write the lingo. I love the way the native writers write it. We often go in a round about way; Our thoughts travel there via our vernaculars.
Hard words from an open page...
Science Is So Poor!
Science is so poor It cannot say where`s mind! God`s everywhere…. But it cannot see; such a blind!
Village politics is a populour sad word. Many villages in Bengal have learnt it for pain. The poor bastion of red, green or lotus goes through sudden capturing or recapturing.
Love and we....
As the cloud-boats in the autumn sky
float on the azure vast sea
and a dreamy bird bathes
in the delight of musical wind
my love like a kingfisher
pecks into the rippling lake of my ladylove!
My magic mat
follows her butterfly wings