It's An Original Poem by Pranab K Chakraborty

just by crazy scratches
made that dumb mud scattered
never bleed but order out of beauty

horizon dark by dimming day
a nowhere to be shown properly
hunger from various direction

shouting loud through nerves
only some fallen feathers
gathered by passion all day long

now searching high a me most like me
a blade most like a blade
and a time out zone never bleed alone

scratching ceremony and orthodox simplicity
sense of no sin but pain to be amplified
increasing solitude where silence
most like silent!

Pranab k c
16/08/2016