PARTHA SARATHI PAUL Poems

no beep
no green light
no text from you my sweetheart
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What I can do is more important
than what I want to do, for like many
I may want to do too many things.
Few dreams are truly strong desires.
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Tick-tick, tick-tick, tick-tick
yet beats my heart clock
though its hands have gone to the hands
those have won me and my virgin cloak.
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Sentimental love songs
sing eulogies or elegies.

A sojourn soiree gathers
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As I write some poems
you may call me a poet.
But my life is an omnibus
of very different short stories.
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I turn a belching volcano
when all my blood turns acid.
I shout like a street-corner speaker
when big hammers strike on wide walls.
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a festival with unique hue and aroma
where the fanciful minds
will spread out their wild wings
in the Muse graced poetic fiesta.
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Words have no business
When works get good jobs;
What you say may not die
But what you do make you living.
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the paramour came like a gust of wind
that ruffled the wilt petals of
the rusted rose in my withered garden!
my sea of sands with many dusty dunes
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O nymph, my eyes see you across there.
Your lustful charm has sent a tremor
Deep into all my rusted parts.
My ancient torso signaled to my limbs
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