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Best Poems Written by Prakriti Palchoudhury

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Resurgence

Staircases of lost trails
of thoughts in the ancient
recesses, nooks and corners,
in the half-drawn zebra-crossings,
and anomalies of lives
that intersect to deviate
into the realms of not knowing,
in the half-empty shops 
that sell enchantment,
in the giant-bridge that overlooks 
a breathless flow of an uncanny water
that connects parallel dreamy lands
of unyielding mysteries,
in those rooms of blue benches
and dusts of hasty chalk-throws,
or grounds of emerald
bathed in a sublime light 
of a morning sun of my ancient days,
in the scribbles that remain
in the pages of my unforgiving memory,
in the beats of dhak, the wilderness
of my mythical joy, of colors, 
of countless harmonics, 
and the fairy-tale comeback of
an endearing goddess, 
everytime,
in the fierce flow of roaring crowd
and that quaint bookstore on my
favorite pavement, 
in farewells of people
who meet perchance in the alleys
of rusty, frantic mayhem
before they get lost in everyday,
in the forsaken poem
of vivid insurgence,
in smiles of conjoined thoughts,
in sudden storms of noetics,
in the falling for, in 
the collision of asteroid-like souls
that collapse into a fierce,
maddening story, in the
growing-apart of those 
half-made story-pieces
that flow away with 
the winds of merciless change,
in the whimpering of thrown-away
worlds, and tinkling of chimes
on the window of longing-----
O my lovelorn city, how are you?

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The Balcony

It's full of my childhood memories
And those adolescent years...
The Poinciana tree,
All my sorrows and all my fears.
It's the place to be
For long waiting hours,
Those winters with bare branches,
And springs of vermilion flowers...

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Ichor

They flow,
Insipid and slow,
Like infinite moments
of wistful longing.
Like clasped fingers
that disentangle 
at Bon-voyage.
Like old sand-glass
That fails to catch
irrevocable times.
They merge
Once in a while,
In a moment of 
epiphany, as two
droplets fall for
each other,
perchance.
They reflect a
blameless, radical
glow of white,
as they slowly hide
a blurred, blurred world,
Beyond the veil of
untold gray.
Beyond an unmade dream
That grows steadily
In an intrepid exuberance.
That slows the inane life
You live,
For long-stretching moments
As you skip 
a heart-beat or two.
And you forget
what happens to the
rained city-night that
remains behind a 
mellow curtain of
nameless grace.

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The Sunset

It's all about  
The last drop of sunlight
That flickered in your eyes
And trickled down
my cheeks.
In departure.

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What If

What if 
I vanish, 
I vanish from the face
Of the world,
Into an oblivion,
Into the void
Of pitch-darkness
Of nothing beyond.
What if I don't
leave a word
or two, behind for you.
What if I go,
Soundless, 
Cold and slow.
What if I draw
grey-black strokes
Before I know
That I'd immerse
lower than low.
What if the day
comes, cheerless
and dull,
Songs of skies
allay and lull
me to sleep.
For eternity.
What if I cease to know
How the emerald
on that grass will glow,
How it feels to wake up
tomorrow.
The leaf will stir.
The wind will take you far.
Joys of breathless delight
Would still rupture. 
Countless days will pass.
That my toes do not
touch the grass.
Until a lonely star
On a dust-less night
Will murmur
my name, in your ear.

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Calling You

Through the darkest of dark forests
Where the spiring snake-like sprouts
Fasten you,
And piercing the spooky blackness
That pervades all of your space,
Shoots the sound 
Of a gushing stream,
The ethereal smell 
Of a fire,
The intangible ashes,
The wet earth,
The rains,
And life,
Carried over to you.
 
 
Breaking away from
The binding shoots
That stake you,
Crossing the barrier
Of tapering stems,
That pain you,
If you dare to look at
The tiny source of light,
The small fire, the water,
At the very end of 
Your eternally dark forest,
Where the blue sky 
Extends to infinity,
On the other side
Of that stream of life,
 
I would be standing.
Always.