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