Pranab Ghosh is a journalist, writer and poet. He runs a blog “Existential Problems”. His poems and prose piece have been published in various international journals including Dissident Voice, Spillwords, The Piker Press, Memoryhouse etc. His first solo book of poems “Soul Searching and Other Poems” has been published by Scarlet Leaf Publishing, Toronto, in 2017. His second collection of poems “Vision of the World and Other Poems” has been published by the UK-based Impspired.com in 2020.
Digging Away Sad Times
Time crawled inside
My head
Your life changed
In my heart
Our times took shape
As my soul touched
Yours and the prison van
Took away the sad
Memories and jailed those
Beyond the measure of law.
The winter breeze turned
Me cold and I sought warmth
In your embrace. I looked
Beyond the horizon where
The sea touched the sky
And saw us floating
In the boat that brought
Us to the shore of life.
Our souls clapped, danced and
Sung with joy, but with somber
Faces we stood still to
Welcome the new morn.
***
Future Bonding
I looked at your face
Happy, reassuring.
Time travelled without me
And I sat by it counting
Days and night. Time flowed
And I journeyed back with
It, heart in my hand.
Time flew
And made me stand
In front of a picture,
A happy one.
My mind questioned
Its standing
I tried to find solace
In time
In an uncertain future
With past and present
Leaving my company.
I travelled with you
In future, an uncertain
But certain destiny!
***
Last Christmas – A Rediscovery
Last Christmas I looked
At you.
I was nowhere.
You looked at him
Love in your eyes
And a reassuring smile
Oozing from you
Your whole body
That assuring touch.
This Christmas after
You gave me your heart
You threw away mine.
Dirt, dust
Love, passion
Lust, hatred.
My heart got trampled
By wayfarers, who
Looked at me with pity
Some questioned
My standing.
Carols are sung
Cakes are distributed
Children make merry
I watch you and him
From a distance
My heart packed in
A ruby-studded box.
A Christmas gift for you!
***
Forget Me Not!
Take my heart with you,
I plead
Take my soul with you,
I implore
Take my memories with you,
I say
Leave not my heart behind
Leave not my soul behind
Leave not my memories behind
I will rot
My flesh will burn
Without you
Leave me if you will
But
Forget
Me
Not
A flower has dried up.
Life’s like a dessert
And I am out searching
For that oasis, to
Be found nowhere!
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