Pranab K Chakraborty Poems

Nice, I touched
your loneliness

softiest palm
induced its warm
on your beads
...

if I die today
nothing will be shivered
any where on the surface
none will be shocked
...

stands she alone on the horizon
white her cloths blowing with mad rapture
long her airy hair playing to be off of the root
full moon strangles the surroundings to make it cry
...

that's not my fault
when you slept for the rest of night
the field outside
dark and cool
...

Telling you alive
not much hard
but
telling you
...

sleep not
slash not
not even
slap her
...

exclusively different
the touch of your unscanned finger
you touched my rib
with such sophisticated manner
...

Nice moon hangs from the top
to flood the whole earth
nice moon hangs
...

India is now busy
to wipe out the high-profile thieves
from its democratic ambience
...

Pranab k c
12/07/2014

juncture always
...