Swinging Paradox Poem by Pranab K Chakraborty

such nice lump of flesh
violent statistics
brilliant perfection
swings with rhythm


me as a back mover
eyes are not yet paralysed
follow the rhythmic diction
contaminates hot and mesmerises

just crossing the broad way
lane begins to meet another
swings the earth the lane
the walled surroundings

yet eyes are not paralysed
just ask beside: where is 3/11
a look very dear to make one naked
'know not, my is 4/d, if you like could come'

liking is the paradox knew when baby was age
liking means farce when man falls in ditch
liking is the metaphorical absurd matter
theory-breeder philosopher of aesthetic
deals with that

opportunity is the name of captivation
credibility is the name of possession
just a pause measure my purse silently
a meal sufficient exchange of that, not much enough

'like to go but...'
'no but my guest you are'
'why so...'
'since you swing with my swings'
'yes...'

entered a flat by lift
coffee and sofa
next she changed her outer cover
and shit
two pads are flying in hand
'please touch my beloved
its those synthetic made you loved
but me much precious'.

Pranab k c
22/01/2013