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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Please Smile Once
if I die today
nothing will be shivered
any where on the surface
none will be shocked
any where on the planet
simply a number would be transferred
for other one
and ultimately the truth
will flap again with the lesson
no where to reach
the ultimate is journey....
Pranab k c
15.05.2012
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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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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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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Blade Is A Space
Between life and death
Awaits a blade
And a man awaits in decision
The midnight
The stars above
Awaits with a loud laughter
To cheer up the defeat...
Pranab k c
Edited on 01/08/2012
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Best Poem
the best poem
I have ever read
a white sheet
unworded
unspot the child
brought me once
to make a boat
Pranab k c
09/08/2012
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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Man And Limit
finally he couldn't
the man planned
to commit suicide
to take a step behind
from the top he reached
but why?
the saint told
he knew the limit
Pranab k c
11/08/2012
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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Untold Dark To Conceive Light
very close to death
the man who waits for dawn
ringing the bell midnight burns
who knows how far the daybreak
perplexed the clock
would it run with habit
which deserves to be dictator
death dawn time
three limits unlimited
waiting and beyond
wisdom simply the confusion
someone rules by catching low merit
someone bowing obedience
the circus unlimited
man nearing to death
dawn waiting to touch the feet
and poet observes silently
can't speak
can't communicate
simply writes
some senseless words
wish to feed it up by senses
Pranab k c
Edited on 13/10/2012
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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The Boss
spectacular love
grammatically sucks
blood and flesh
from grassroot
disfavor carpetting
ocean of uncertainty
below the feet
as if pet in domestic
unseen chain
fascinates life span
much economic
not like man
Pranab k c
10/05/2012
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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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Do You Get Hurt
when you
talk much
I get tense
'cause
just a bit after
you'll
talk bogus
and
you'll lose
your personality
when you talk
i keep silence
'cause
your feelings
not yet crystalised
to build
your realisation
Pranab k c
05/07/2012
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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A Smile Please
Pranab k c
19/05/2011
Death alone can make us socialist
Life means fascism...
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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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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Finished
as soon as you are born
you actually start to venture
to an end. Every cry is
every laughter's equal.
There is no such thing
as loss or gain. There
is always an equilibrium
and equivalence, a value
for value, such is the law
of human conservation.
There is really no reason
to fear, because there
is no such thing as birth
or death anymore. There
is just this journey
unfinished by you
and them.To know
that everything is an
unfinished business
is the finishing tribute
of the mind.You step
forward, and then
you feel eternity.
The first step is
actually the end of
all beginnings.
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Real Genius
Fanatics are genius
they think themselves
only the wise
on the surface
Lunatics are not away
their strong esteem
thinking their birth right
others can't in the whole planet
Whom do you prefer then
Fanatic OR Lunatic
My choice truly tell you....
The planet becomes overburdened
to keep all such genius
in a single bucket, so...
just hurry
Pranab k c
Edited on 15/09/2012
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A 'i' Of You Touch Me
night is no mystery
night is dark
it needs light
to see surroundings
mystery is me
the I within
it needs
meditation
life long
more than one birth
the generation extends
to unveil
so when you touch me
I feel another 'I'
another mystery
to penetrate
Pranab k c
17/05/2012
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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The Star Looks
feel very close
its cosmic look
to me
as I try to penetrate
its depth
feel its coolest look
touches my eyebrows
forehead
chest
and the
spine
always
feel bent
the star
and me
relates each other
in cosmic expansion
but sorry to say
its not dream
the reality
as I kiss
the burning passion
Pranab k c
18/10/2012
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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Hi, The Responsible Citizen
Cry not
Just laugh
Laugh with the clowns
Clowns demand
Your obedience!
Pranab k c
12/07/2012
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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Bloody Findings
findings are of no importance
when finder goes beyond
its factual arena
last allocation of deviational query
you made us tempt by your series of failure
and when you achieved its clarity
Oh God, you were nowhere to find out
ultimately findings made you
another object of life
to be claused by query
Pranab k c
Edited on 16.11/2012
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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Poets
we always busy
to weave another sky
you can fly freely
we never expect
your garland
the dollars heavy
on your gravity
your clumsy thoughts
burdened with rat-race
senseless fight
to exhibit you great
we always busy
to spread your lampshade
into infinity
never we die
with any failure
or live we to die
with every success
our words put every brush
to ornament that sky
where you can fly
freely
Pranab k c
15/08/2012
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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Light Alone Yet Awaits
no definite destination is there
not in the horizon
not in any other hole of space
rushing hurriedly yet all the nerves
your their mine whole the crowd
no one leave a foot-step to anybody
definite is only the grave
our ancestors
your grand grands
high-neck
low-collar
heels
bare feet
arrogant charisma of reining the time
no definite destination to attain
yet nerves are shivering to move at once
where to where my nymph
the child new born
the bread you ploughed in the field
the corns your blood drops
await somewhere a bit away
for a jerk
to diminish the dark forever within the dark
and light alone
just a street-beggar
waiting with coarse hand
who has entered a journey
where destination finds itself to reach him...
Pranab k c
13/02/2012
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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