Pranab K. Chakraborty

Gold Star - 16,470 Points (West Bengal)

Offering As An Ignorant - Poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty

The tune
You tuned
At the time
Of my birth

Cryingly I find
To harmonize
My living
My love
My journey
To make its end

The tune
You tuned
I listen in the wind
The dream sends the signal
Yet the life the present the past
The seeker I ever unrest
Unsettled to synchronize
Me with the chariot
The rein you hold
Yourself yet to path unending

After death
The song I have to sung
For the final return!

Pranab k c

Comments about Offering As An Ignorant by Pranab K. Chakraborty

  • Allemagne Roßmann (7/17/2012 12:44:00 PM)

    The supreme bliss on this planet earth is ignorance in cognizance.I do not know what could be the order in moon and mars or elsewhere to live.Earth has become intolerant to live in for strategies to its betterment.Its on its way collapse.Well written. (Report) Reply

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  • (6/28/2012 6:25:00 AM)

    In the life journey of human civilizations love renews love regenerates. Love sustains us. Love never goes out of fashion.

    Love Supplicated

    Somewhere in the Ancient Mediterranean,
    in a classical time unknown to me.
    I made supplication to Achaean pagan gods;
    after pouring a libation to bride-priced thee.

    I poured appropriately a fine red wine,
    upon breaking seal, of an earth fired amphora;
    upon the waters of a wine dark sea,
    as solemn sacrifice, to consummate love, outlasting mortality.

    I prayed to supplicated, foam-born, yellow-haired Aphrodite;
    asking for desired, eternal love blessed thee.
    I prayed to the three dread, life measuring, fate spinning sisters;
    asking wealth, health, happiness; long life, for honoured thee.

    I took crafted necklace and bracelet, of emeralds and diamonds,
    and made sacrificial offering into the wine dark sea;
    light sparkled momentarily upon sacrificial diamonds,
    as they gleamed, sinking into depths; of an ancient wine dark sea.

    Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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  • (6/27/2012 7:51:00 AM)

    Rein Held Race The Winds Upon Wild Spirited Horses

    songs we are born with may be sung from sunrise to sunset
    these tunes are our tunes life tunes strung to our souls journey
    we must harmonize until the end the living the love the journey
    our dreams run fly in the wind as bird songs whistle symphonies

    synchronize moments melting from birth steps to chariot races
    time is my rein held race the winds upon wild spirited horses
    thunder wild horses racing through glorious mountain passes
    dawn lit my way noon sun browned my back sunset red kisses

    life a chariot race I raced death laughing cheating hairpin turns
    death old friend let us race time again together in new universes

    Dedicated to Pranab K. Chakraborty.
    Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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  • (6/25/2012 5:29:00 AM)

    Maybe we all have a song unique to each and given at birth, nice idea. Please see my poem what reason for this mortal stand, as it mentions songs and life. (Report) Reply

  • (6/25/2012 2:37:00 AM)

    suspended in time, a faceless journey of wisdom...I love to read and put it in my archives....
    a 10/10
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 21, 2012

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