Offering As An Ignorant
The tune
You tuned
At the time
Of my birth
Cryingly I find
To harmonize
My living
My love
My journey
To make its end
The tune
You tuned
I listen in the wind
The dream sends the signal
Yet the life the present the past
The seeker I ever unrest
Unsettled to synchronize
Me with the chariot
The rein you hold
Yourself yet to path unending
After death
After...after....
The song I have to sung
For the final return!
Pranab k c
21/06/2012
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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Rein Held Race The Winds Upon Wild Spirited Horses
songs we are born with may be sung from sunrise to sunset
these tunes are our tunes life tunes strung to our souls journey
we must harmonize until the end the living the love the journey
our dreams run fly in the wind as bird songs whistle symphonies
synchronize moments melting from birth steps to chariot races
time is my rein held race the winds upon wild spirited horses
thunder wild horses racing through glorious mountain passes
dawn lit my way noon sun browned my back sunset red kisses
life a chariot race I raced death laughing cheating hairpin turns
death old friend let us race time again together in new universes
Dedicated to Pranab K. Chakraborty.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Piper (#2)
When I'm confused and wandering
On a journey with no end
My feelings they turn in on me
Uncertain who's my friend
It's then the piper plays his tune
That beckons every day
And when his tuned is full played out
He carries us away.
We can all hear if we but try
The pipers song so sweet
The musings and meanderings
Of souls lost whole comlete
No piper plays before we are born
Before we touch this earth
The pipers tunes they all begin
From the moment of our birth.
For shrill the piper plays his tune
Like happiness diseased
And all the notes that he plays out
Are our moments ill at ease
No-one it seems pays him to pay
Nor gives him any score
For every note that he blows out
Is paid for by that war
The one that's fought in solitude
And in that loneliness we find
That the pipers very soul turns out
To be both yours and mine.
For shrill the piper plays his tune
That beckons every day
And when his tune is full played out
He carries us away.
poem by David Keig
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Sure/go to cali/have fun/bring me back/a silver gun/
let me shoot/a hole in the sky/give the moon/another
eye/so I can see/deep inside/in the place/where all
time hides/where people go/after their gone/and love
without love/still marches on/to the tune of a different song/
to the tune of a different song/miss me when your gone/
to the tune of a different song
you left your heart/in san francisco/getting down at the
disco/when she walked up/too your hand/danced you
down/danced you down/when you land/land on me/you see me/
I'm off the wall/against the wall/I can't call/you can't hear/above the
noise/above the sound/she dances you up/she dances you down/
I grab my coat/and then I'm gone/ to the tune of a different song/
to the tune of a different song/miss me when I'm gone/to the tune
of a different song
the holiday covered in snow/now you're back/where'd you go? /
you got a number/she give you her's/was it hot/ what've you got/
did she take your breath away/what have you got to say/did she take your
breath away/on the beach/in the sun/on the sand/on the run/ in the heat/
in the cold/what have you got left to hold/she took your hand/but now she's gone/
and here I stand/life goes on/to the tune of a different song/to the tune of a different
song/miss me when I'm gone/to the tune of a different song
Write Me A Song
Kelly is raising a son
His dad left just after the birth
Now she's living on child support checks
I guess that's all that man was worth
She says, "I just need a man who will love me
"But they all just want one night of sin
"I know my life could be better
"I just don't know where I should begin."
She said write me a song
One that makes all the girls cry
And the old women swoon at the sound of my tune
And the hearts of the lonely will fly
Yeah, they'll fly...
Beth, she sings straight from her heart
She's hidden her tracks very well
But these days she's falling apart
And it makes me feel just like hell
She said, "Boy, you can't imagine my life
"The death and the drugs and the pain
"And though I keep running
"I can't seem to break from these chains."
She said write me a song
And fill it all up with the words
Like "brilliant" and "heavenly"
Make it sound just like me
Just like the first time "I love you" was heard
And now write me a song
One that makes all the girls cry
And the old women swoon at the sound of my tune
And the hearts of the lonely will fly
We're all feeding our lonely
Like it might go away
The doors of heaven swing wide
If we just find the right words to say
She said write me a song
And fill it all up with the words
Like "brilliant" and "heavenly"
Make it sound just like me
Just like the first time "I love you" was heard
And now write me a song
One that makes all the girls cry
And the old women swoon at the sound of my tune
And the hearts of the lonely will fly
Yeah, they'll fly...
She said write me a song
(Write me a song)
She said write me a song
(Write me a song)
She said write me a song
(Write me a song)
She said write me a song
(Write me a song
song performed by by Edwin McCain
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Journey Through A Pain
a lonely evening shining poorly
with her tune
a masculine star long far
follows my breathing
when she stops her bleeded agony
silently I looked surroundings
a little puppy was there
a blank horizon dips gradualy in dark
a tree alone in mid-field guards the silence
what could I do more
just touched her pain
she opened the door
to greet me in
here a bed scene could begin
here a nude beauty could imagine
but I bowed to her feet
because she the widow of a martyr
her man has gone to catch the sun
to snatch the food for fasters
her man has gone to hold the rein
of the time for subalterns
praise I not the path
praise I not the sacrifice
but can't defy their demands
because I feel myself a human
silent was my safari
silent was my voice
but loud I stroke the feet
who will suffer long for isolation...
Pranab k c
15/04/2012
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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Dream Ballad: 2011
my sleep met her last night
the goddess of dream
no fibre shackled her appearance
tombs build tight with bead at the top
just before conversation began
looked greedily the gateway
lofty petals guarded by high mounds
pillars were strong to hold the whole architect
about dream unfolded the session
she asked gently the mist, the ignition
the drown syndrome of 21st
wild my fervour aflamed with hidden fire
answered abrupt
'All dreams already dreamt by human
dreamless journey now we dare
to finish the path short
flesh our achievement
flesh our meet
only flesh can make us fulfilled'
agony made her horny
warm strangle choked my unrest
smell of eros waved along past present future
me as a fancy digger hold the ground
with strength out of life and moment eternal
drained me with the dream of a fleshy Goddess
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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Essence Of Silence
Pranab k c
12/08/2011
Doors closed
windows pane stiff with silence
sound of near past in the whole background
roaring the wilds they became two the different genders
and a shadow of soft dear palm slowly catering
the dish of urgency of coming back again
no footsteps, no movement of rattling wind even
no probability of assuming the ecstatic appearance
embodiment of any longing or embarrassing embrace
of lamentable constipation of those sensuous past-moments
no the grave with dirty rust of dust and condemnable clarity
but a passion simply old with punctuating accentuation
of love, more than love or no-love paradox
tuned with superb and intensified expression
confined in the cage of acceptance and rejection
door closed but opens an opening
wide with no-door ever been build anywhere
where you me they're playing altogether
naked with no-flesh, illuminating strictly the light-particles
beyond the hazards of birth rebirth and death.
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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A Song For The Journey
A SONG FOR THE JOURNEY
Sometimes you may sing in your heart
or have song running through your head
but there’s always singing’s in your soul
and it’s on this song’s journey you’ll be led.
Towards a distant point, as yet unclear
your singing soul will lead you on
to find that place of understanding
with all your preconceptions gone.
Yet we sometimes meet more questions
Hard, hash decisions we must make
So the Soul song leads you onwards
along the pathway you must take.
The road can be both rough and smooth
its horizon hidden from your view
But the power within the singing
gives you strength to see it through.
With every step upon the road
the soul song keeps its tune and beat
and from its verses courage comes
to face the challenges you meet.
For some the song is understood
they come to recognise the voice
and in the facets of their lives
they use the song to make their choice
Some feel of the sound of singing
but don’t care, or know, where from
The song it doesn’t differentiate
into each soul it still sings on.
If we can listen to the message
and the true meaning in the song
Our footfall becomes much gentler
down the paths we walk along.
It’s the soundtrack of the life we lead
of the choices in life we make
The pragmatic or compassionate
a search for beauty, greed, or hate
Somewhere wthin the soul song
are great sacrifice and pain
and a promise ever present
of eternal peace and life again.
In the silence and the stillness
between all the bustle and the strife
listen carefully and you’ll recognise
the first and last love song of your life.
poem by Bill Mitton
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Death-Statement
Death has no color at all yet
you the liar
the poet and painter
tried to make me convinced
much colorful journey to anchor
whenever the gossip begins
you cried with enthusiastic arrogance
to simply the eternity infinity
with its gorgeous act to guide the chariot
blunt bogus the orthodox maniac
never tried to catch the origin
by dying you own
words and brushes
many times illustrate
a deep romantic ambiance
as if
death is the destiny to grab
with heroic passion
liar you are
I don't believe you
the poet and painter
you only know the way to
tremendous self-suffering
to enjoy death every moment
actually you don't live
live your ideas...
Pranab k c
03/09/2012
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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Sunil Ganguly Is Dead
death is an end
end of a global journey
an end of an unfinished book...
Pranab k c
23/10/2012
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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Rock & Roll Ride (Rock Lyrics) :
We tuned our guitars, we're ready to play our tune.
On a rock & roll ride.Guitar slide to the moon.
Heavy metal, hard rock & roll.
There's enough music to sooth the soul.
We got enough time, to reach the moon.
We got enough time, to play our tune.
Heavy metal, hard rock & roll.
There's enough music to sooth the soul.
Guitar slide, rocket ride in tune.
We built our rocket.We'll fly off to the moon.
Climb on board.No time to stay.It's time to say.
That we tuned our guitars.We're ready to play our tune.
We're off the ground.We'll be on our way real soon.
On a rock & roll ride.Guitar slide to the moon.
Heavy metal, hard rock & roll.
There's enough music to sooth the soul.
We got enough time, to reach the moon.
We got enough time, to play our tune.
On a rock & roll ride.Guitar slide to the moon...
Rock Lyrics By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1983,2009..
ALL rights reserved..
poem by Kim Robin Edwards
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Dreams She Death
flowers not my choice
when entered her dream
dreamt already two times my death
ajointly tried to bark
a street dog to know the surroundings
life means desperate living
tends to death every time
fire not my choice
while bowl of beans
yesterday boiling
perfumed agony
its intense sucking effort
from soil to leaf no fire but agitation
dreamt already two times my death
when entered her boiling point
we adament nongellic angels
blew the heat without fire from soul to serenity
but the fathom she opened when petals are smashed
real death the furnace whistled the steam
mutiny embarked with galloping thrust
not able to be one
not able to be one
no flower
no fire
no living
no swim
dreamt two times my death mean time
when I entered her dream
Pranab k c
10/03/2012
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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Sing in Tune
A song sung in tune,
The tone is immaterial.
A song sung out of tune,
The tone, though sweet, is sore.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Lifes A Journey
I say life’s a journey, because life’s something we have once and everything we do and say is something we can’t go back and change. So I look at life as a journey. That I have to live full out, with no regrets. I don’t have time to live in the past or think about all the bad things. Almost all human being takes life for granted, and I don’t want to be one of those people. So I promised my self to never ever live with regrets, so I try to do whatever my heart tells me. And I try to stand up for all my believes, and I can’t do that if I live in the past or with regrets. It’s a waist of time,
Because life’s a journey.
I usually say if you got a dream go for it, because giving up on a dream is like giving up on life and giving up on life is like sitting and asking god to die. I know it’s hard to go for your dream when people tell you, that you won’t make it. So I just tell my self, whenever I fall I get back up, because I won’t give up without a fight.
Because life’s a journey.
What you’ve got if you don’t have faith, I know it’s hard to hold on to, when we live in a world like this. But I always hold on to my faith and my hopes.
My believes is what often keeps me going,
Because life’s a journey.
Life is hard, we all know it isn’t fair but I say stop worrying about what you/we don’t have and appreciate what you/we have. Because whenever you/we have a bad day someone else has a worse day and in worse case someone might be dying,
Because life’s a journey.
This world need some love, I know it’s easier to hate than love but at least could we try to respect each other. We would get so much more out of this journey then, I really believe that. Maybe sometimes we should just start to think about our self’s than everybody else. Because if we keep hate on each other, we will soon see world war 3, and I don’t think any one wants that to happen. I wish we could all respect each other, black and white, blue and yellow, bigger and smaller. Because at the end of the day we all human being on a journey that can end any time. It’s sad but it’s true,
Because life’s a journey.
Life’s a journey till the day it ends and when it ends there is no looking back or taking back. We had our changes only doomsday will show us if we wasted our time on our journey or if we enjoyed the journey and appreciated what we had. When we are at the end of our journey that’s when we have to face death. Many people forget we have to die because they might be afraid, but I’m not because it’s a part of life.
Life’s a journey till it ends.
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Destiny...
Descendant of eternity, seeker of truth,
The lies of the past ever present,
My devine right to walk this path,
Yet surrounded by fear and doubt,
My sword of surrender held high,
Todays pain a journey to overcome,
Is there a reason for this change?
Or is change my reason to exist?
The scythe of death shall judge us all,
Always alone yet for ever defended,
Where on my journey shall I meet death?
For what comes next could be peace eternal,
I am the only obstacle to my destiny...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Amazing Unknown
doors and windows dipped in dark
closing tight you sleep alone
when you sleep opens window other
another you just moving free from you
whether desert or jungle
whether graveyard or womb
your high ankles never touch the soil
swimming deep in moonlit waves
Ocean tranquils your immense burns
beauty placid fills your veins nerves
the blue above smiles
invites the journey with clouds
the shore
mangroves
long long stretched their mysterious depth
unrest your passion
diving desperate to embrace uncertain
fly with wind wings you spread
cities unknown of forgotten past
countryside-inn of unknown janapadas
opens window another
to brief you cosmic abyss
fly you cry you laugh your unchanted aura
when you sleep
always curious I can't follow
the journey
you alone
the journey
the glide...!
Pranab k c
Edited on 06/10/2012
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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Unbroken line of Love
fountain sprinkles, wonderful cooled fog, touches
my emotion of contentment, a magic that maybe now
and then a beginning of an end, torching my feeling
of burning incense longing of you
walk with me, to the corridor and feel my life;
like seeing the past returning each journey with you
and believing the sun has gone down to the lingering
home of a beautiful sunset
the past hold me to siphoned my imagination of
your beauty; the wonderful faces and the passionate
voice of the Jen in the enchanted kingdom, choruses
saying the yes in me, blinded to capture my hesitation
and the only face, my heart desire
no one have ever question my loyalty, for only
the honest feeling i can find in my deepest soul reveals.
as i know that, time has turn to a fundamental reality
that you are true to me, even in a little way, you have
return the day for a life time to serve with me, something
that what matter in my dream
love me, that no one have ever done, now that i
can see all of what is been suspended in my wildest
dream have come to witness the faith that now, you have
given to me, let this be the sole of everything in the
horizon of our unending beginning of living till, time has
come to an end with you
its not how many years we have been together and
not even the smile you cheer in the wedding day and the
ring seen in our fingers would ease that something in
me where i can't explain, but what matter most is what
our heart loves it more...... I love you....
poem by Antonio Liao
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One Sure Honest Line
I made a living writing lovers dream words,
I found the notes to hang them on
I fround a way to play with the meaning of things
And I came up with a couple good songs.
And so I oughta have an easy answer,
I oughta have some pretty things to say,
But I havent found the combination
Thatll make you change your mind and wanna stay.
So I wish I had one sure honest line to say over and over again
Sung in tune and time to a melody pure
One clear everpresent pulse in the pocket
And Im on the radio so youll know that I am yours
Listen to the laughter of the children
She scratched on the back of a bill
As we climbed past the road to the schoolhouse
On the burnt crust browning pan hill
To where they dont take sad for an answer,
A place at the corner of your heart,
Where music meets with memories,
So you can recognize the feeling from the start
How I wish I had one sure honest line to say over and over again
Sung in tune and time to a melody pure
One clear everpresent pulse in the pocket?
Im on the radio so youll know that I am yours
Theyll put us on the radio so youll know that I am yours
song performed by by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
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Kalimba Story
Maurice white & verdine white
Saw it in a store, one day.
Thought it might, make me play
Future music all for you-
Seen me thru my hardest times-
Thought it was bout time, to open
A new world just for you-
Fills all my needs, gave me the key
Door was open, for me to see
Playin around the world, touchin
All the boys and girls with a new
Love to make them free
Kalimba, ooh kalimba, play me a tune
Kalimba, ooh kalimba, Im glad I found you
Kalimba, ooh kalimba, play me a tune
Kalimba, ooh kalimba sends a message to you
If you lend an ear, and you have no fear
The vibration will move your mind
Its new to you, sounds true to you
Sacred music before its time
Play it for ya now, wanna see
Just how, my kalimba get next to you
Are you ready now, well get ready
Come along, groove with the new-
Kalimba, ooh kalimba, play me a tune
Kalimba, ooh kalimba, Im glad I found you
Kalimba, ooh kalimba, play me a tune
Kalimba, ooh kalimba sends a message to you
song performed by by Earth Wind And Fire
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No Fixed Address
what did I get by touching the womb of life
what comes and what goes
the tears I cried
came back as a mystic smile of life
the love sick tune of the nightingale
the burning midnight
just like a violin in tune
no nothing is left inside
I wear a song in my torn heart
loneliness o loneliness
i wear the ornament of desire
in the wide awake nights
what did I get?
what sheds and what blooms
whatever I have lost
become a malicious smell of past
I'm defeated and I lose
i build and i lose
I break and i lose
then what did I get? ?
the roots of the cut
putting it where it pains most
the mourn song of the sunbeams
and these sweet sour and bitter moments
life is not an epic
neither I'm a epic character
i just play in one scene and die in the other
yet still I put the touch of Midas
in womb of life
and I enjoy the days of self proclaimed exile
time snatched away spring from me
and never returned it back
may be some day death will take
me away to return back to life
I'm waiting! ! !
poem by Jyotishman Debnath
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