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
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
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
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 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
