....Real Poetry. Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

i have got down
from a poetry spacecraft
on a widening beaten track
that runs into the hearts
of many villages, towns and cities
and into the yawning truth of beautiful earth.

all the true sights and sounds around me
slap on my once luxury dreams
grown wildly like weeds in many fluffy poems.

as it were, as a photographer
i was aiming at high above
and shooting some fleeting plumes of broken clouds
with an illusory background of the empty sky.

many faces smeared with smiles or dented with mute pain
were then looking up to my camera and the dreamy zoom lens.
my eyes missed the wild waves in the sea of common people
and ears missed all caws and open hisses in homes within houses
and nose missed the smell of burning earth in the bed of earth!

like a wizard night
the abstract art pulled my hands
and took me to one exotic land
where fancy hills and fancy seas
sang to me some magic songs
what like a wonder lullaby put me to the sleep of daydreams.

when i watched some art films
later getting out of that lazy stupor
i saw in them the real art in very real lives
and the magic of hard realty
has taken me inside its real poetry