PARTHA SARATHI PAUL Poems

when grief sucks
the pink fluid of
my receptive mind,
my spirits cowers
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Walk and walk on
no noise, no pause
and roads`ll be won- -
don`t fly above a street
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Your kites hovering aloft
beckon my idle one - -
reckon the calls
a blessed chance
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Poets are like poets
possessed by a crony muse
can not but write things
that come crowding themselves
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Mind is what who knows?
it often goes as insipid
as one never-do-well!
again turns a lout
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Grow up
grow up fast
O my dear heart
with the healthy sinew of summer
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Poetry is a perennial stream
a poet swims and swims
dives and drowns;
in sun, rains and nippy cold
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The fire never waits
For any consent;
Falls in love
Caresses heartily;
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Love- -hate- -love
life- -death- -life
rose- -self-crucifixion.
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Wish there were just a few stars
in the nightly ethereal canvas - -
could gaze on each one
relishing the nocturnal fun - -
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