PARTHA SARATHI PAUL Poems

quite a couple of them
among my pupils and pals
write their writing pretty well.
it`s cool to see how they encompass
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when planets feign luminous stars
waves of laughter ripple through Milky Way
when an asteroid feigns an asteriskos
caustic riposte pins rip-roaring giggles
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Now when ISC result is out
(a little earlier this year)
on many many excited and anxious hours
very happy news kisses the patient ears;
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1 is bigger than O
and 100 than 10
but O is not merely a naught
though it may begin from a nano dot.
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Several typhoons and tsunamis turn the woody pages of my unwritten autobiography topsy-turvy. Perched on the feeble bough of wisdom tree this wild bird stares into the empty space. This blunt chisel strikes love marks into Muse embodied bark. Martial Art and Occult Science are now almost drowned in very personal oblivion. This gardener of saplings sprinkles ritual rains on a holy mission.
Chew and swallow many divine bugs. Some are sour some are bitter and some are bloody pungent. Muse came in a dream before my birth but for years we were estranged in this stupid earth. She woke me up and reminded to wield the quill that was idly asleep in my unknown slumber. At one amorous moment we together brought forth the maiden poem and they now breed at the pace of mosquitoes so many butterfly wings. The awakened spirits may turn a dead volcano once the madding tinkles of the dancing figure cease to exist.

50 Bengali butterflies briskly fluttered into a hard cover sanctuary dearly christened Kabita Pagal Katha and 115 sea waves rushed ashore to Oyster. Between these two steps lies the extinguished pyre of the best friend. Third one and many others now look for clever connoisseurs. The tryst of trust and doubt stretches hands out to an alien vine.
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X has no fear factor
he once set fire on fear
to meet many sisters of danger
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O night, my night, my love-
I like your deep dark complexion
and our love lives in darkness.
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No, I could not see your soul
through your open windows;
all the times I cast a fond or an intent gaze
I got me stuck in the pathway maze!
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one who is screwed up
may behave like a retard

one who is fed up with
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Paddy is a unique lady;
a seasoned sailor
who knows all rough waves
who faces a tempest with a sage`s patience
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