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

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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.

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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.

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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