Dr. Sakti P. Chakravorty


‘THE PAIN’


Pre text: - 'PAIN - ALMANAC'

Pain and pleasure are but pluri-potent modalities
in existential and phenomenal world. To denounce them is
difficult but not impossible. Sharp psyche, penetrating
ponderings reveals the paradox. To reach the paradox
one must use the lexicon, dictionary of finest and pure
thoughts and self analysis.


‘THE PAIN’
esspeecee …03.12.04.

# The punishment
Of prizes are -
Pluri-potent,
Kaleidoscopic
Pains. [1]

# When life
Deceives –
Every thing
Pain polishes
Blues. [2]

# Glitters of
Life dim out
When,
Pain perfuses
More ‘dark-light’. [3]

# All refuses
When sealed
Pain opens
The floodgate of
Sufferings. [4]

# Life when
Churned by
Realities of odds
Pain profiles you. [5]

# Pains are
Very friendly,
Leaves room
For nascent pain. [6]

# Jealousy never
Jeopardize pain
As
Pain hasn’t any
Rivalry. [7]

# Pain smiles away
Every miseries,
Worries
Of despair. [8]

# Pain is the
Panacea for
Aches of bumps
and booms. [9]

# To get away of
Pain,
Welcome the
Painful pain. [10]

# Safety valve
Of suffocation
In gay chamber
Is pain. [11]

# To tickle the
Savoir of life.
Accept incoming
Pinch of pain. [12]

# Jolts and jilts
Spread tentacles
When,
Pain percolates
Perfection. [13]

# Occult objects are
Subjectivised
Thro’ radiance of
Perfect pain. [14]

# Egoic gay
Dwindles to
Egoless ambience
Of pain. [15]

# Pleasures are
Cacophonic
While
Pains are
Euphonic. [16]

# Pain is
The dope test
Of fidelity of
Perfection. [17]

# Pleasures become
Magnanimous by
By the scale of
Pain threshold. [18]

# Perfect love
Survives in the
Milieu of
Acid test of
Pain. [19]

# Post text -
Sing in chorus -
O perishable pleasure
Make room for
Un-put-down-able,
Inevitable
Pain alone
and only. [20]

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Submitted: Friday, June 12, 2009
Edited: Monday, September 07, 2009

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  • Rajaram Ramachandran (11/18/2009 7:27:00 PM)

    Pain and pleasure are the two pair of points created by God. Only when a man goes in the hot sun, he will know the value of the shade. A good poem. (Report) Reply

  • Jen Capaldi (10/28/2009 10:03:00 PM)

    very deep and thought provoking. reads alomost like a textbook to explain the different facets and contexts of pain.

    # Pleasures are
    Cacophonic
    While
    Pains are
    Euphonic. [16]

    # 16 hits me the most. it is like the yin and yang of pain, they are synonomys, one cannot exist without the other. great write. very deep and insughtful..10++ my friend.
    Jen (Report) Reply

  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (9/14/2009 7:26:00 PM)

    difficult but not impossible. Sharp psyche, penetrating
    ponderings reveals the paradox. To reach the paradox
    one must use the lexicon, dictionary of finest and pure
    thoughts and self analysis.....pain is dope test....very very true... but pureply it is thoughts and control our nerves system and emanate the pair or pleasure... leovely poem.. i love and liked it.....10

    read mine.....pain......bidding farewell (Report) Reply

  • Saadat Tahir (8/4/2009 1:18:00 PM)

    pain...is a potent modifier and inspiration of human action and reation....you have done justice to the topic in a very nice format
    cheers (Report) Reply

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