Pranab K Chakraborty Poems

It's the day
to utter
some silent sounds:
don't lose power to ownself
...

It was not my turn to chase the cloud everywhere
It was not my birth to penetrate the cloud every sphere
It was not me the cloud overcast many skies where it shine
...

if I die tonight sudden death don't think
I have died with frustration

sometimes death alternatives to love
...

no difference from other days
no extra hazard appeared with bliss
to make awake
...

thrashing pattern
differs man to man
object to object
machine to machine
...

Just to hack hell
when I tag to my
evil instincts
...

and at last
when visitors
gone all
opened the window
...

Pranab k c
15/07/2011

Father is blind of one eye
...

observation hankering an exclusive
brochure to catch imprinted ableism
on its muddy face digged under
double-standard of passing-life manifesto
...

nobody except me
and the tree

took out my last printed
...