Thursday, May 29, 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

Wednesday, May 28, 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

Sunday, May 18, 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

Thursday, May 1, 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