Biography of Shourav Pednekar
Shourav Pednekar Poems
The Night Tryst
The lonely night and I, With soul-fury afire, Consummate our thought-love, Quenching our desire.
The profound sound of silence, the emotions behind a still face, the wrinkles caused by laughter, the depth in their gaze.
They claim to see this light A most resplendent sight Yet it has escaped my vision
The Dull Moment
The watch stares at me broken, Time lying still. Thinking, thinking, dreaming.
She is not within my grasp, she has graced me by her touch. I have heard her silent whispers and felt her tender clutch.
Escape From Society
They wanted to arrest me, They wanted to know my name. But I remained in nonexistence. I remembered Rumi,
I must protest your silence Against this incredible violence Of loud words. But if you raise your voice,
The Lost Battle
You fought a good fight, But you were defeated. There is no disgrace In losing to a better man.
I feel small, and in that smallness, I have found the magnitude. I have found it, my love, I have found love. And now I cry with gratitude.
Let my desires go unfulfilled, But believe in me. As I have faith in thee, And let you be.
The One With Crows
I gave an old lady a plate of food And submitted my glory to the papers. I wondered if I had done my bit of good When I saw her inviting the crows.
He survived my barbs. I resorted to punches. He said thank you. What could I do?
They claim to see this light
A most resplendent sight
Yet it has escaped my vision
That light has helped them cross
This treacherous forest of loss
So what if the light's an illusion
Can anyone claim to solve
With absolute certainty and resolve
The mystery of reality and delusion