Pranab K Chakraborty Poems

practicality ignites futile dodges
impracticality arbitrates soul to high
wide emancipation pledges the life
to feel to fly where none gone before
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a dark avenue bordered by trees
a man walking on the asphalt alone
nearing an art village ancient
only a horse somewhere
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saddles are broken
rein unbound
riding inevitable
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haunted by a word from the very morning
as soon as morning opens its door to give us birth again
a word follows my nail tips, my tongue tips, my minor fracture
in the left leg little finger where a pain of wound
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Pranab k c
13/09/2011

Lines are lost from the morning page
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Talk less and stand quiet
Your lamentation has lost its viability
And when you tried much to touch
I was with your touch
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Winter appears again
With its lost merit
Reviving again
Its high passion
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above a sky so lovely yet
a sky no longer any property owned
by any lunatic emperor
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she longed not to keep
night with her purse

she longed not to rest
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a sky always a sky
to you me and to that bluffer
who decided to manufacture
another sky only for yourself
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