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.
- she won`t give up... -new-
- Humans are wonderful animals! -new-
- Pictorial colors -new-
- Yet... -new-
- O sorrow... -new-
- Flowers of my heart.
- A tribute to my ladylove.
- Stiff breaths!
- My offbeat poetry...
- when you...
- The organic spring festival!
- The soldier is Mars!
- A pair of poems
- What will online poets do?
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.
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
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.
Loneliness is not that bad. You can count your breaths. You can count on your violin existence. You can be your thoughtful companion.
Clothed Lies and Nude Truths
White or black lies wear garb but their foes stand bare; don’t they feel like a barb?
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
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...
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.
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.
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.
Its fatherly aspect
in the house of my ascendant
lets me father some wonder arts.