LIKE A CANDLE

How slowly the candle burns,
flickers and mocks in the breeze.
In pain and fire for life it yearns,
keeps on melting till it freeze.

Born with a bright golden crown,
and dressed in serene white attire.
The wick hold on the blue frown,
born of decay, warmth and satire.

Not warmth, but shows the way,
to a traveller who missed the track.
Fights the cruel winds that sway,
at last in smoke, shows the way back.

Prasenjit©1997-2013

THE PASSING DAY

Another good day passes by,
bringing us closer to death.
Put down to rest with a sigh,
a day of tire and heavy breath.

Peace engulfs the weary mind,
a day of chaos gladly put to rest.
Time pushes away and slowly unbind,
giving reasons to bring out the best.

A dew that glistens and fades away,
should make us to think and think...
It fell from those leaves that sway,
like thousand diamonds in an eye's blink.

Prasenjit©1997-2013

SPIDER'S WORLD

There are still cobwebs all around,
from fingers of kids to one and all.
The murky spider weaves webs around,
and traps insects waiting to fall.

The spider waits for the fall of prey,
while countless innocents are killed.
The world of spider is dark and grey,
while the lively have colours filled.

Prasenjit©1997-2017

UNCOMMON FRIEND

On a wayside muddy pond,
a boy takes his cattle to water.
Away from heat buffaloes are fond,
not indulging in worldly matter.

Knee-deep in mud and semi-clad,
he wards off the insects cruel.
Though hungry yet with them glad,
as he toild all through the duel.

He rides them on their glossy backs,
and creates big waves all around.
Wards of fleas, sometimes smacks,
as they both swim over muddy ground.

Holding onto their ears, whispers secret,
while in attention the buffaloes stand.
In the corner dozes the golden egret,
not aware of the big and weary band.


Prasenjit©1997-2013

NOW OR NEVER

Why do we just sit and stare,
when we need iron fists and fiery voices?
We should always stand up and dare,
and be clear with our conscience and choices.

Like a captain who guides his ship,
safely to the shores, safe and sound.
Our freedom is for us to keep,
which once lost will never be found.

Why do we just wait and watch,
and expect help to come our way?
We should always leap and catch,
as it maybe the only chance, so to say!

Prasenjit©1997-2013

EVERY MOMENT

Every life has its own sign,
that makes me yours or you mine.
Each moment has a story to tell,
the tiny dew that from flower fell.

A speck of pollen that floats in air,
is in His hand, in His own care.
Each moment a story on its own,
and will fare same, as it was sown.

Prasenjit©1997-2013

THE MOON

Yesterday was a night of the moon,
who promised we both will meet soon.
She hides for a fortnight in the shroud,
lures me, loves me, makes me proud.

Like mystery one face away from Earth,
while her pristine white, warm like hearth.
Most point to her spots, (its a pity),
while I cling to her eternal beauty.

She gazes at me all the while,
from miles away with a smile.
Maybe it doesn't seem but it is so,
I fix my gaze while she is on the go.

Think of her and she is around you,
and the same grey world seems anew!
She came out of her dark shroud,
loved me, loved me, made me proud

Prasenjit©1997-2013

THE MUSICIAN

Life plays like the music notes,
melodies, rhythm and often quotes.
Magical fingers playing with chords,
while the rest obeys and applauds.

A balance like that of the rainbow,
touches all the souls as we know.
Each soul present in this great art,
makes this journey and then part.

Every common soul remembers Him,
when the going gets tough and grim.
While with peace He just plays...
be it one those bright or dark days.

Prasenjit©1997-2013

SAIL FREE

My mind wants to be free,
and sail like a boat on Ganges.
Not to be tied to the stump of tree,
and find a world living on edges.

Let my mind fly freely in air,
as the storm plays with the sail.
I want to know how I would fare,
be it a glorious win or sadly fail.

Like a boat tossing on rough waters,
our decisions keeps swaying to and fro.
To take a decision is all that matters,
we may wade against the waves though.

Prasenjit©1997-2013

A MIZO BOY

A boy once thought to venture out,
to see what the world awaited there.
Knew himself to be strong and stout,
and would take wounds chested bare.

Lived in a shackle of bamboo and stones,
with meagre food for body and soul.
Life of terror, hunger, moans and groans,
will one day surely take its toll.

From the other side of the foggy hills,
came down the dark and masked evil men.
With their act made life stand still,
losses of millions for some put to gain.

Prasenjit©1997-2012

MAA - COME BACK

It is so cold on the outside there,
she is lonely, with none to care.
I wish I could keep her warm,
and return to the folds of her arm.

She told she would die one day,
and I remember it with a sigh.
I could have spend some time more,
when she needed - happy days before.

Maybe she knew her days were near,
but her eyes never showed fear.
Lonely sometimes she may have cried,
hiding her tears - she may have tried...

Prasenjit©1997-2013

THE SHADOWS

What is it we desire to keep,
when nothing of ours remain?
In the dark alleys of time we peep,
and find that glitter has gone in vain.

Some run after dark shadows,
while some are chased by them.
At the end for sure there are gallows,
finishing this weary lifelong game.

Prasenjit©1997-2012

MY FRIEND

Those memories of the days old,
sweet glances and words from heart,
are those no one can forget.

Come to me friend precious then gold,
in tears of the day we do part,
treasure the memories when we met.

In dawn we have plucked flowers,
and the fragrance we felt as only ours.
Come to me friend, of the days old,
and rest forever in lover's warm fold.

Prasenjit©1997-2012