Pradip Chattopadhyay Poems

Your eyes
Roaming the ceiling
Past midnight
In a fright!
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To all music morons
Glued to their earphones
The look-alike clones
Sunk in the dune of tunes
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I haggle over the price a kilo

a city fellow
deft in bargain
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Years wear down
This body a rusty town
The cells fast shrink,
Yet somewhere deep within
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When hunger gnaws,
Exits poetry,
Moon becomes a mere prose.
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Here is where I must anchor my boat
There isn’t no place to go,
Here in this bay it can stay afloat
Sail upstream when the winds blow.
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She is almost done
with one full turn
on her axis,
venus reclines
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Till dies down the music in our ears
Come let’s go back to the yesteryears
To those beaches of youth’s wild hunt
Run again with the wind and play truant.
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a piece of cheese in the caged house
smells so fine walks in the mouse
when in hunger in the need of food
it stops not to ponder if it should.
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not behind everything is my hand
not everything even I understand
I try to craft from chaos some order
leave some unfinished some on the border.
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