PARTHA SARATHI PAUL Poems

Why should I prattle or rattle on a theme?
Is not a fit body without flab sleek and nice?
Plump poultry are not so sturdy as drakes.
Men of few words know the value of a single word
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I learned,21st march is the World Poetry Day
only yesterday in the late evening.
My television played the messenger
and offered me this proud piece of information.
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A fearsome shadow well-wrought
with my helpless casting on a neighborly wall
contorted its hazy torso like one mischievous spirit
and frightened me with all prissy dicta.
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O nymphet, your desire-wet pellucid eyes
may awake the dormant volcano;
the drowsy crater in opium stupor
may stretch up in an yawning mouth;
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My poems are for my treasure readers
poetry lovers and my soul friends.
My Muse whispers to my eager ears
and they put my heart in poetic trance.
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our love has become a ritual.
we hug each other in a parley
at the end of a clanging daily drama.
our caustic egos savor daily duel
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Sweetie, I know it`s been raining there too.
Thirsty March sighs a relief as foliage
takes the shower; all green crests are dripping
in the fatigued pauses of intermittent leisure.
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Look at the world and see how the minds
steeped with the strong alcohol of ancient faith
behave frantically often in a frenzied spree.
Who doesn't love to lap up own triumphant glee?
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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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