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Tonight I Shall Write

Tonight, I think, I’ll write a few lines.

As the clock strikes the dead of night
And the thick darkness is slowly swallowing me up
Nothing but the inner screams of cancerous depression
Rise within me; I think
I am about to issue a necessary dream-shelled poem.

The entire world sleeps now; even the nocturnal 
Owl is contemplating a siesta, some glow worms 
Twinkling intermittently; a distant window is about to close 
Its dusty wings; a group of workers are returning 
To their tired homes
I think it’s high time that I should pen some lines.

Because now I feel a little shiver waving through 
The muscles and veins of my body
As I keep looking at the insane blade of the knife 
Which has just made love with my helpless wrist.

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Journey To the Peak

Little blades of grass touching my naked feet
Oh, the soft pleasant touch, the trodden path
I am treading again; though this is my first
Venture, my maiden hike towards the peak
The great heights of the neighbouring mountains!
Have you ever lost yourself in the benumbing wilderness?
Have you ever heard the silent call of the Titans, metamorphosed
Into rocks? Little nameless flowers swaying their heads 
In an enchanted dance; the chill in the air 
Gently touching my mortal body, making a grand statement
“If the heaven exists anywhere, it’s here, it’s absolutely here”
The eternal path leads you from crag to crag, from bends to bends
Like a child of nature I play hide and seek with the impish fountains
And waterfalls, oh how majestically they cascade down 
On the wings of wild butterflies, 
Swiftly hiding 
Into impregnable gorges
The hairpin bends
Beckons
Oh, the wider stretch again
Looming, there is before, the endless and bottomless
Gulf of the sky, kissed benevolently by the sunny morning
High and hoary oaks and pines
Standing on both sides like insomniac sentries
The intolerable ache, nearly paralysed feet
One
Step 
Forward, another
One
Inflated lungs
Is it the end of the road?
Oh, god, at last, yeah, at last
I am on top 
I am looking beneath towards the inviting clouds
My eagle soul outstretches its wings

The sky kisses my forehead like my mother
 

17.09.2014
Contest: Pinnacle

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The Last Train

The last train to my destination
Sparsely crowded, seats unoccupied here and there
Its weariness is palpable, even the lights are blinking
A group of commuters remain huddled together
After the day’s hard work they prefer nodding upon each others’ shoulder
The train runs sleepily, now and again lights from outside
Flash upon the saint-like faces of the people inside
The train gradually slows down, presently it’s a stop
The platform receives some home bound bodies, someone
Jumps into the compartment carrying a group of young girls
They are perhaps returning from their school fest
They have revelled much, played and sang and danced
So rightfully they are tired, momentary rings on their mobiles
Are responded to, and then silence again
One of them suddenly opens up her eyes
The obscene nudge in her breast can not be mistaken
Can she protest? Would she…
Her meek eyes show helplessness
The lustful hand strikes again… she sobs…
All of a sudden a slap on the face of the rascal
Reverberates through the compartment, a woman in tattered clothes 
Raises her finger to him, she’s one of them who go to the town
To earn their daily bread
Next halt, the girls get down

The blinking back light of the train disappears, leaving a trail of dust

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One Autumn Night

The distant horizon now in passionate embrace of the sky
There are the stars, dewy wet; benignly conspiring to woo the pasture
Trodden for eternity by poets and lovers, the purple mist rises high
The rivulet flows amidst the mystic blue woods; its rapture
Overflowing all ages, all damp and morose households are swept
By the ethereal autumn, her all-pervading ripples of snow-scented lakes
O Nature, thy blessings in my heart is poignantly felt! 


Prasenjit Banerjee
09.08.2014

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Raindrops

Raindrops
Trickling down, quaint
Window-panes a little wet
Swift steps homeward
There’s a shed, let’s stand under it
Raindrops
Enhanced 
Lashing your body
Sky turned hazy, treetops in enchanted dance
Lashing your body
An ethereal pair
Sharing a lone umbrella
Lashing your body
A little space; the girl at your side
A whiff of fragrance, her perfume
A hypnotising touch of her loose tresses
The space reduced, her man drawing her nearer to him
The space widened
Raindrops lashing your body

Raindrops 
Reducing with the implication of stopping altogether
The sky’s clear, the clouds dispersed
The road lies before you, 
The busy footsteps of ant- humanity
Raindrops

Now in your heart

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The Last Lonely Days

Finally the moment came.
The last enormous effort to breathe out your life
The last heaves and sigh
Your mild eyes that were caressed by your eyelids
For the last time they were put to sleep

I was not there Ma, when all of these happened
Did you look for me? Were you restless 
Not finding your ever reliable arms, your dearest of treasures?
I know not
At that very moment I was tossing feverishly upon my own bed
Far away from the hospital where you were laid

Three days ago you writhed and motioned us to release you
From the chains of all those tracheal tubes, monitors
And all other things
They didn’t allow you to talk
I understood what you were trying to say
But so helpless was I Ma, I was helpless
I stood watching you how they lulled you into submission

Ma, now you are free, now sleep so long as you wish

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The Fallen Leaf

Millenniums have I traversed through mists and thunder
Hovering above volcanoes, stretching through sea-caves
My passionate trips surfaced along the meander
Of mountain ridges, swaying like a marooned slave

My autumnal greenness suffered a parch
In the days of searing summer pretty much
During winter the swirling wind laid me astray
Summer again to turn me green from grey

Suffering from others’ pains I writhed 
The days of intense agony were built
The confounding rays of sun made me swoon
Was I born again? Was it nature’s boon?

Today I look up at the distant Sun
Covertly content; I have made my run

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The Mirror

My bedroom mirror suddenly broke open tonight
I stared at it aghast; it spilled all my past
Images rolled on- how I fought with my young sister
In our childhood; how I hated her for being my parents’ darling
A dilapidated doll, its head severed
The incessant teardrops of her- how I felt an inner elation

Images again; I grabbed the innocent lover-boy by his neck
Fists and punches – his blood-stained stare
I liked it, because he dared to love my teenaged sister
I was in my teens too, and secretly made passes at some of her friends
But my sister having a boyfriend- that was different

A slashed wrist, a gaping face; two writhing bodies of my parents
A prosaic funeral, a teenage girl laid inside the ground
Has she ever found peace? I am not sure
Being her brother I must have done the right thing

31.08.2014

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A Mingled Tale

The foliage unruffled, 		 the tree trunks utterly baffled
                           The reign of darkness all along
A nightly hoot of owl,		 the occasional growl
                            Of a tiger bold and strong
The silence of night, 		the crescent moon’s light
                                A play of light and dark
The serene nature sleeps		 a strange fever creeps
                          The homebound wings of a lark

An eerie silence reigns in the forest now.
A few huts of people living in this forest
Can be seen at the distance. The faint light spilled
Through the roofs is busy in hiding its scantiness;
Though darkness and silence of the forest are extending
A sympathetic hand to it. A baby cries, its mother cradles
The new-found affection gently, gently, it is bound to be
Lulled into sleep whereas all the leaping flames
Circle the mother and baby in an enchanted dance

The morning glows in stranger shine. The ferny floor
All teeming with greedy shadows; the day shows the door
Of immeasurable wealth; they tread invisible ways 
To usurpation, primitive hands fail to prevent
Modern cormorants and voracious sharks in complete sway

Timeline
Corpses of trees mutilated arms, legs and breasts bear proof to genocide
Timeline
Huge bulldozers mechanical drone flourish of contemptuous tide
Timeline
Herds of cattle lead an impeccable people’s exodus
Timeline
The forest relegates into history, a state-of-the art mall shows its class
…………
Timeline

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I Love You, My Loneliness

The snowy mountaintops at the distance
Long trodden ways criss-crossing my momentary dreams
I perch upon the wings of poetry, my engrossing passion
I reach there Edmund, Tenzing Norgay smiling at me

Days after day I trudge along
The paths of reality, hundred hands raised towards me
Caressing me like thirsty leeches
Stripping me of all soothing loneliness

My loneliness set in a distressing trajectory
I run and run to grab it, to hold it close to my bosom
Yet it escapes my outstretched arms, an imp
Grinning mischievously at my weary soul

My dream sets me on a misty hike
The forests ferny floor, the towering trees
I leap and bound over peaks after peaks
I clutch at soft underbellies of a cloudlet
I stand on a white sunny snowcapped peak
My wings feel a strong urge to soar and soar and soar

My entity finally gives in to my Casanova solitude