PARTHA SARATHI PAUL Poems

Kites with wings
and
kites with strings
are not the same.
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never ask me
who you will trust
never ask me if it is a must
just never ask me
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a gang of unruly words
in gypsy drove lines...

still sands pages
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So lovely is the view!
May come as match very few!
Now long put out into pink;
Look, how the sun will idly blink!
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self-defense with bare hands
holistic and intensive work out
punches and kicks with roaring shouts
deep breathes often in and noisily out
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I am not that clever.
Never a good planner.
Often tip over the bumps.
But never get the humps.
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Buddha, peace has lost its charm.
Peace has lost its way in heavy traffic;
hog-driving and snarl-up in a pitch melting road.
Peace is dumb before deafening DJ in midnight merriment.
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Nope, not born a song bird
Never been a dream to get a songster
Beating of a drum or any other percussion
Rather hit eardrum with a little reactions
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Writing a poem and writing a song
Are a bit same and a lot different jobs.
A poem may or may not have music in it.
Or there may be great music to be felt inside.
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To a poet the trip between two poems
stands like a unique relaxation.
A strange relief like a woman
who has emptied her half-hidden motherhood
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