THE BOOK IN COBWEBS

Let's bring down the old walls

and level the ground as it were.

Take a walk over the past brawls

and walk afar until no more stir.

Some cobwebs in dark memory lanes -

remain in every corner and nook.

The dust of betrayal on us reigns -

from every pages of the closed book.

Unknowingly one turns over old pages -

reliving again the pangs of pain.

Memories keep piling over the ages -

sweeping away dust, goes in vain

PRASENJIT©2025

A SLEEPLESS NIGHT

Does morning call upon the night 
or night chases till waking of day?

The calmness in its flow in full might,

however peaceful does not stay.

What is lost in day and never found -

the thrill of darkness in full might!

The hour of the owl comes around

and it silently flies eerily at night.

The break of dawn will come soon -

baby sparrow waits eagerly in its nest.

The sunshine on wings till mid-noon,

chirping happily till the evening's rest.

The sun lulls to sleep at end of day-

while the moon roams in all its silver.

Like an untiring child still at play -

the moon floats on a vast starry river.

PRASENJIT©2025