A GOOD MORNING

When the eastern light falls on the floor, 

they keep waiting for me to open the door.

No words told but a subtle deft touch -

day in, day out, they wait for me as such.

Some grains, parched rice or puffed rice,

which I spread like the throw of a dice.

Sparrows swoops down, a dozen or more,

while the pigeons came, a family of four.

Sometimes the curry branch would sway

clearing path for the squirrel's way.

Some crows cawed atop the coconut tree,

while unhinged the squirrel roamed free.

The sparrows chatter, twitter since dawn

while pigeons devour grains and move on.

The leftover food beside the drain,

often swept away due to incessant rain.

The forest lizard looks on with wild eyes,

a sudden leap takes the pigeons by surprise.

They turn, flap and flutter their wings -

this is what a sudden commotion brings.

Like an infant the squirrel wondrously gazes

the blue sky, white clouds, the suns' rays...

In the fleeting time, as all in nature ages -

They will keep coming as the bond bridges...

PRASENJIT©2025

THE BEST BETRAYAL

One afternoon, a rainy day, bleak -
the old memories alive, they now speak.
Thoughts of betrayal in my mind race -
we once again sat down face to face.

I am no more now what I once was -
I feel this is what to us betrayal does.
How candy coated lies we were told -
sweet deceptions and heart went cold.

I think, I was, I am a true good friend,
but someone’s loyalty came to an end.
As the smoke-screen faded, it thinned -
on your wall of distrust I got pinned.

People short on stature, for me, stood tall -
smile of cowardice when I took the fall.
Truth though twisted do never break -
Yes, the heart for once turns a wreck.

You saw my innocence, thought me dumb -
like your heartless soul, my senses are numb.
Your true face, I laud you - I still do and I must,
you made me aware how to break one’s trust.

PRASENJIT©2025

MARK OF A RIVER

As a river neatly carves a canyon and
a beloved caressed by her companion.
As the timeless waves lash onto shore
and it makes the lover wanting more…
As snow falls on the mountain peak,
and as the beloved’s knees go weak.
Her cherry lips have an untold claim -
on her lover’s cheek like burning flame.

As a warm breeze blows in spring
and a shyness does closeness bring…
In a gust of wind the flame quiver
and his caressing makes her shiver.
As rain-showers in torrents pour
with a lover's sigh that's so pure.
As in nature, mingle the dew -
so does the passion ignite anew.

As a parched earth looks at the sky,

with years of longing meeting at high.

A candle yearns for the flame to burn -

love melts two souls into one by turn.

As a river in its youth meanders away -

so do their togetherness joyfully sway.

The river unites with sea on its terms -

finally love unfolds in each other's arms.

PRASENJIT©2025

DEAR JOHN

Dear John,

I always miss you in every breath,

your courage came wrapped in wreath.

I am told that bravely you have fought -

you were the saviour of the brave lot.

Cold body, closed eyes, calm on face -

the twitching smile, the warm grace.

Lifeless like you, I stood in the crowd -

tears in my eyes, I never felt so proud.

When curtain fell, you exited with a roar -

You were snatched away at twenty four.

Empty hands, heavy heart, nobody in sight -

I have walked miles, kept up the fight.

As sand is wetted by waves on shore,

our memories play in my heart's core.

Sacred the ground upon which you fell -

l imagine those moments your comrades tell.

There never was a fall of greater glory -

you made me immortal in our story.

One day I will surely in your world land 

and fulfill the promise, walk hand-in-hand.

PRASENJIT©2025

OH! MATILDA!

Oh Matilda! Beloved of mine! 

I will soon be on my way…
I know it's war, but I’m fine!
I will reach by the end of May.

Sitting under the cherry tree,
sweet scent of the teen years -
clasped palms and memories free -
closed eyes with trickling tears…

Oh Matilda! Innocent you are! 
I’ll to you with open arms greet…
We are apart but I’m not far!
With lilies I’ll wait at end of street.

Oh Matilda! Keep your spirits high! 
I now will be on my way…
Close your eyes to see but not to sigh!
I will reach before the end of May

Oh Matilda! Please do not cry! 
Your warrior as promised is home…
I wished to see you, I really did try!
With my comrades, I now forever roam…

Oh Matilda! Do not hold onto me! 
My journey here is at an end…
I’m yours forever tho’ you needn't be!
Hold hands, walk a mile with a new friend…

PRASENJIT©2025

A THOUSAND CUTS

They came out of the shadows -
born out of the devil's lair.

Memories of the past as it goes -

deep wounds and cries filled the air.

An irony born out of hatred and lies -

inflict wounds, scratches and burn.

Pity how radicals dream and tries -

'a final reply' - it is now our turn.

They had no honour, loyalty or grit -

and rejected martyrs of their own.

Now the wheel turned, - we slit -

the cyst in bloom, they had sown.

Thru' 'n' thru' wounded, deep cuts -

and now the lion took its stand.

All stops - the else, ifs and buts

and chase out the snake and its band.

Their nation was born as tumour grew -

with poison to the core opened its fangs.

On rotten marrow they kept up the chew -

fate of innocents on the demon hangs.

Talked of hope and stabbed in the back -

the radical puppets did spill blood.

The wheel now turned full in its track -

their bloody actions will be buried in mud.

PRASENJIT©2025

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

MY POLE STAR

I miss so much, I truly miss thee 

and tormented by cruel destiny.

I'm minute like the sand around, 'a speck' -

while you're a mountain in Nature's wake.

Incomprehensible then, the words you told -

some faded, some etched in memory of gold.

In my dreams, thee come but not stay -

thee words like pebbles paved my way.

You taught that not all things are taught -

preached peace, yet the battles you've fought!

Thee exist no more in the mortal form,

painful as it is, it's the world's norm.

I can only see you when I close my eyes -

like the phoenix in my conscience you rise -

I do not know now where you are -

my guide, my beacon, my polestar!

I've much to talk about, much to know -

showering of thee wisdom like falling snow.

Sir, I know we would one day surely meet -

thee palm on my head, with me at your feet.

PRASENJIT©2025

THE MOON'S JOURNEY

It seems though as if it were dreams -

the shimmering of moonlight on streams.

The creatures of the water can feel -

warmth of the light till their heart's fill.

Is it any fear that the darkness endure?

Nature flourishes in beauty, though obscure.

The moon sweeps away in its own quest -

while the chasing sun rise at an earliest.

Whispering clouds now full the air -

while the moon glided alone and bare.

Not to rest but just in the moment being -

night chases the day, clouds fleeing...

The aura of the night is a dreamy thing -

with gleam of first rays takes to wing.

The wind that is to fall upon the face -

will engulf the mind; vanish without a trace.

PRASENJIT©2025