PARTHA SARATHI PAUL Poems

get more alive
at the dead of night
with fairy playmates
of sweet dreams;
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get both giddy and dizzy
on an introspective journey within;
see many queer fishes romping about
but they wriggle out from my attempted grips!
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as a goggled onlooker
observe and note down
on the memory note pad
all the striking goings-on
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well, it varies from mind to mind
some vainly hunt and some easily find.
clever ones mostly disrupt the gifted prize
in the hot pursuit of pleasure and glitz.
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a burning candle with flickering luster
a poor cracker that bursts to frolic laughter
a bowl of pathos that loves to spill
a marionette that falls prey to the victorious kill
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smeared with the ash of dead spring
in the winter early afternoon sun
all the bones destitute of calcium
and the rusted joints are basking the warmth.
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some phantom lusts
have possessed on me,
revolutionary consciousness
goes reluctant to take servitude,
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When a ravishing red rose brags her beauty
In public or on the quiet, it`s a rightful claim.
When a resolute soldier shouts his indomitable valor
The clarion claim is justified in his last-ditch struggle.
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o my departed pal
i covet your silver peace
though shed my tears
and so badly miss...
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they know everything
it`s they who do everything
we are not in the bull fight
neither do we take the share of booty.
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