Pradip Chattopadhyay Poems

Just some walls
doors windows
moonless roof
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Your paintbrush all powerful your canvas mighty
On your palette countless colors of endless variety
You make them whole or cut into slice
Add salt or sugar, sea or mountain spice
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I’m so happy,
This morn god used me
Save a life
At least for the time being.
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On that windless day
Sultriness sat heavily on him,
A convecting hollowness
Grooved in his chest
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You give me your all
Make me look into your mind
Bountifully you bare yourself
Want the real you I find.
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Around him surrounds noise of motion
He suffers silence of the depth of ocean
Drowned in himself far removed from din
He lives closeted in his world within.
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Today that disc of life, when in the east it rose
I found it a little more ominous, its end a little too close.
You don’t seem to mind it, maybe you don’t at all care
The object that makes your day, won’t be forever there.
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Let me not pen the pain of sadness
Not say what made me stay away
I would rather be in cheerful face
Forget tears of the bygone day.
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She swam in her delirium in an unfamiliar semi-darkness
Around her an ocean in slow motion engulfed her dizzy senses
Voices from a faraway space echoed garbled in her straining ears
She flew past all horizons wings spanning across many light years.
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The moon that night
kissed your face with its silvery gem.
I was awe-struck.
I milked the moon
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