SUNRISE BATTLE

In radiance, I see darkness with dreamy eyes -

a kingly sleep, broken with defeatist cries. 

Feeble legs walk among the crowd -

to their destinations overtly unproud.

On the stage, within life's tired theatre -

we mask our act, all the more quieter.

Paintings made on wall, a coloured dream;

A maze of images where fate doesn't gleam.

Put up these helpless days to decay -

let desires gather rain by end of May.

Talent echoes like empty conch shells -

grunding through lengthy days - none tells.

The gem of failure, in my crown sits tight -

as I win daily battles, in my own right.

Time spins and the days grows colder -

I look around, rest my head on my shoulder.

Evening calls the night in its own rhyme -

I drift into dream, my sweetest sweet time.

Into its' colourful realm, despair dies -

'Hope' spreads its wings, away it flies...

PRASENJIT©1997-2025

A RIVER - AN EMOTION

Nearby flowed a river blue -

quiet its current, nothing new.

Its waves like braided hair -

tiptoed on rocks, silent and fair.

She meandered in youthful grand -

while she kissed her beloved land.

She was witness to the starry skies -

a bond from afar, with eternal ties.

One fateful day, rampage came loud -

her virgin innocence momentarily bowed.

Her identity still, yet so unmade -

came to an end, was cruelly laid.

She swerved her hips at the bend -

a stir rose silently never to end.

Flood came gushing like mountain air -

torn apart, her self was nowhere.

Her youth tiptoed sweetly over the years -

never knew she had a galore of tears.

The sun beamed with darkness in sight -

she was trembling but put up a fight.

Torrents ended, grey clouds parted -

water receded and away it parted.

Now the river renewed youth, was clear -

fought like a warrior, alleviating her fear.

PRASENJIT©1997-2025

LOST WINGS

The childhood days, now nowhere -
memories of old strewn in the air.

Past glee and whispers have dried -

Oh! Those colourful days, joyful ride!

As the yesteryears are flipped -

aware how far we have leaped. 

Mind full of joy, now laid bare -

childhood spent in love and care.

The joyous wings used to flutter -

now tied in bond and worldly clutter.

The edges of study desks rotten -

Old and new, some mates forgotten. 

Days flipping books, a real zinger -

the aroma of innocence still linger.

Days of jolly pranks, fooling friends -

treaded aimlessly; No curve, no bends.

Thru’ kids of today, my childhood peeps -

amongst all treasures, they are for keeps.

PRASENJIT©1997-2025