O Happiness! It's November!

"For a brief moment

O happiness! you venture my vicinity
& away u go so soon,
you watch the sorrows counting infinity,
storming torments and hopes marooned....

The city lights faded, now my spirit's jaded,
my bacon turned crisp to sour,
my ale turned pale, the day ill fated,
I waited for you till the darkest hour.....

Tipsy yet not hammered i drank the freezing rain,
wobbly with goblet the last winter insane,
dusk kicked the day and dawn drew curtains,
you poured on me more than i could contain...

Feels like yesterday
O happiness! i reckon your last surprise visit,
i wrote you a soulful ballad.
This wait now should better worth my resit,
i shan't wait for the feast like a soggy salad.....

Lo & behold! i realize i'm certainly home,
trying to forget the ordeal i barely remember,
Nah Milady! don't you remove my coat,
it's raining, it's still raining November!!!!

HERMIT's BALLAD

Leant i against the wall so still,
So well of a dungeon where i dwell,
There no cupid spares a thought to eye,
no traces of love,merely dreams to sell !

Mere a cot where me i lay,
o stars! the simulated glow of thine,
the day blesseth there few spells of ray,
the night passeth so well,good grace divine !

Each episode of life seemed a war,
i partook,was slain & born again,
the epics i left,they mock,they mar,
the newborn i with utter disdain !

Ceiling mirrors the memories i recall,
my adobe a secluded dome of hell,
where whimsical souls of poets marshal,
we hover around the verse brothel !!

In a town of archaic civilization,
swarmed with people ill destined,
Ere his arrival a soon to be born,
he cursed the earthly elements, said"they are mine"!

Leaves rustled with the billowing wind,
ere death a slave maid bore him alive,
there he saw the first light of the sun,
the sky, the breeze, the meadow surprisingly smiled !!

Tiny touch of his fingers on the grass,
unusually froze the dew,
eyes which saw the infinite firmament,
tranced it forming numerous hues !!

His uneasy passion carved on the trees
the gods, the angels & unholy faces too,
the initial note he played by a stolen flute,
captured the sense of every vice & virtue !!

Master! bless me with thy tuneful music,
with the scales, the notes i must entirely know,
so walked in the anonymous penniless lad,
but was denied who might heave tomorrow !!

Why not the sky, the flowers, leaves, wood, rain,
make me a master, my mentor sans instruments?
Can not the pebbles, the breathing wind,
teach me the essence of their existence?

I will lead them with my stick, he said,
in harmony making them abide by my move,
and when he blinked with a glowing face,
a rain drop on his cheek said we solemnly approve !!

He hummed, murmured his perilous tunes,
which barely masters can compose,
the hills were his altar and sky the collosus,
gods attended to his concert, such concerto he posed!!

Stood amaze by the sight the farmers, the tillers,
saw crops mature pre-season & rain sans cloud,
every life that crawls & creeps changed course,
such a euphony breaching gravity whirled aloud!!

Held court of courtesans & dames, Knights and slaves,
enslaved even the lifeless his rhetoric stage,
masters to be his disciple their good books they waged,
high esteem he held of his art,his unparalleled grace!!

Nurtured anything which by the law of nature,
can not be modified,cannot be defied,
his enchanted elements turned virtue to vice,
and his peril being irked the patient paradise!!!

As common to everyone goes the say,
that those who exalt shall soon be debased,
such his ruthless symphony so unpleasant became,
made gods bring end to his reckless ways !!!

Camouflaged as a master of violin to him,
Eros demanded a tune to trance the sea,
and make the islands underneath arise,
where angels & gold & magical instruments reside !!!

There a stick from the ground he picked,
kingdoms thronged to such a majestic scene,
to such a majestic scene by a human wit,
species panicked & grew pale the meadows green !!

His brows, his shoulders & hands arose,
waves lashed, wind rattled to his strange notes,
there saw he thousand islands heave,
from the bosom of the surging sea!!

Ran kings to their thrones & queens to their beds,
people to their walls & cattles to their sheds,
The Tempest! O the Tempest approached,
still he on high alto played sans dread !!!!

Restless tides whirled him in,
to the deep blue ocean's sapphire womb,
swallowed to his death & threw away,
on an island was found lying by his tomb!!

Gods knew of his end before time,
on the island ere his death stood his altarpiece,
inscribed "the man perished by his own might,
against his wish, may still rest in peace!!".....

by Prasenjit...

You walk past me paying little heed, yet you walk to and fro in my vicinity....

your thoughts shuffle like an open book, knowing not the endnote !!!!



Yet i know you !! i know you since long,

since we fidgeted our limbs listening to old school songs !!!

I saw across the streets you and your carefree shadow walk,

your lips then barely talked !



Now i'm pulling over frm the memory lane,

towards my colony my city insane !!


If you happen to walk past me that way again,

i'll sing my society another such song,

to tell this tale of deception in vain,

to tell them that to this deserted place you never belonged !!!!

"The surge of departing breeze,
blew through me this dawn,
my steps clumsy, walking drowsy,
while my city heaves its first yawn !!!

Wish to wake up to such a frame,
every dawn when i'm half sane,
with hazed vision and smoking,
strolling on my usual lane !!!

An ode to my city's dawn,
comes alive with soulful inking,
lying beside it my eyes reluctantly blinking,
so long! down to slumber i'm sinking!"

O Self! so fragile when beheld at first sight, 

caressed and nurtured like a well seasoned meat, 

Fed goblets of blood to beat and live its rights, 

coached to believe its lineage, its creed..

Pumped wisdom to revive and filth to drain, 

waging the tyrants of dignity until the dignity remained, 

it sank and arose through crashing tides, 

O Self! in high and dry yet so contained...

It rode laden with a fleet of souls, 

some hailed hell others preached divine, 

shared both in harmony so dry and cold, 

like water with virtue and vice an ageing wine...

O Self! hold the crimson curtain, 

the world minus sorrow is here to stay, 

O Self! draw the crimson curtain, 

And dawn the day,Dawn the day!!!!

You are the bow and so the stern of your battleship called life, 

the jury for your own deeds, 

the reaper of your sown seeds......

To err is human and to frown at it a paranoid, 

the morning mirror shouldn't make you look a face null and void.. 

Against a bad yesterday to tomorrow wisdom breeds,

to voice your pride is a wise you indeed..

See you shine over moon's crescent,
a hallucination with my open eyes,
amid commotion I sense your blessed presence.
the essence of this sight I can't deny !

Heaven spy on such a sweet substance,
greet and hover over blissful sky,
amid billet-doux & notes I lie startled,
the essence of this night I can't deny !

Enamored is the breeze that blows,
Lo ! from the cream laden crescent my beloved flows,
a snowy elf cascading her enchanting eyes,
the essence of this night I can't deny !

My notion is such, this is a deception on me,
a perception far beyond the verasity lies,
"Aye", I'm awake, my captain harked,
to the broad daylight I wisely rise....

Recalling the proses scattered around,
looked around with a smile so mild.
with every wink I lie back & think,
the fluorescent last night I can't deny !