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Sankha Ranjan Patra
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The Lady I Met On The Train
The lady I met on the train looked
In the glass with her dark eyes,
As if those were numb and dumb,
Those had their own stories,
Those had their own beauties,
Maybe she possessed a dancing and daring heart
What if those seemed placid and pious?
The lady I met on the train looked
At me never with her sharp eyes,
As if those were forbidden and forgotten,
Those had the grace of any damsel,
Those had the grace of any duchess,
Maybe she possessed a charming and churning art,
What if those seemed cajoled and curious?
I was sitting, not very far,
Like opposite to each other
With a face to face encounter,
But she ignored all the time
For she had to recall someone
Buried in the depth of the burning heart
And I captured her emotion
So closely, and not with eyes only.
I was sitting, very near,
Like known to each other
With an eye to eye encounter,
But she ignored all the time
For she had to recall someone
Lied in the breath of the living heart
And I captured her innocence
So purely, and not with eyes only.
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Broken Zeal
Not predictable life
But a precious one ,
Moments make it
shudder on a sudden
Like violent storms
To uproot all at once
But fail if sturdy is earth.
Who can break me?
How much dejection?
I know not that,
I just look at the future.
How much rejection?
I know not that,
I just look at a lover.
Both rush towards many
With hope and love,
But time changes both,
So useless to be thinking,
To mourn in the morning
But to rise up to raise words
For the rest of the deeds.
My will is still within
Though I am broken
From the inside too,
All reflects the outlook
And remains the shape,
Not invisible then,
Curbed and cumbered.
My heart breaks
From time to time
And many a time,
But little of the zeal
Within me alive still,
Enough to be happy
For fight in future.
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Poetry: Sankha Ranjan Patra
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My Walk In The Sun
Sunsoaked streets looked at me
Like many a meek creature
Questioning their inner queries,
And likely to cease noise
In return of immense silence .
Crowd poured into streets
Emerging from the narrow lanes,
Houses,offices,buses and trains,
Wild in quest of own will
Of living in peace of own world.
I was like a vagabond,
Without home, without food,
Walking alone,talking to them,
I was like a companion
Listening to sorrowful tunes.
After a while tired legs shattered
And stopped by a huge building
That was likely to touch heaven,
My weary thoughts broke up
And I needed some rest.
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When Heart Feels
When heart feels
Useless to live in own sorrow,
Pleasure only in seclusion.
Where in the still sky the sun shines
In the absence of rainy days,
And enough condolences sunshine.
Where Storms will not collaborate
With desperate winds,
Where birds will not collaborate
With desperate clouds.
When heart feels
Useless to live in the crowd,
Who wants not?
A lonely abode far from the noise,
Where leafless trees talk with rays
After shedding tears.
Where each beating will not
pretend
To be compatible in false cry,
Where each winking will not pretend
To be compatible in fake shy.
When heart feels
Useless to be singing in thinking
A melancholy song,
Better to learn about a place
Maybe a source of solace,
Better to turn around a page
That might be in life
And that kind of peace
Must be a kind of such
Blissful beauty of nature.
When heart feels
Useless to be sinking in thinking
All day long,
Better to run towards a place
Known to few unknown people,
Better to turn to heaven
That might be on earth
And that kind of haven
Must be a kind of such
Blissful beauty of nature.
When heart feels
Useless to share own sorrow
With living entities of the world,
When heart feels
Useless to care other's sorrow,
Better to be an individual
Like the deepest lake
Losing way on the land,
Like the farthest isle
Losing way on the sea.
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Poetry: Sankha Ranjan Patra
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If I Got
If I got my own sky,
I would float clouds there,
No weariness on wings
Would gift bird's bliss.
If I got my own sea,
I would float boats,
No weariness on sails
Would gift sailor's bliss.
If I got my own sky,
I would focus on watching
The fall of mateors
Touching the heart of the earth.
If I got my own sea,
I would focus on hearing
The call of blue whales
Rushing many miles being wild.
If I got my own sky,
I would recite my poetry
And many a feeling
In the ears of winds.
If I got my own sea,
I would recite my poetry
And many a feeling
In the ears of waves.
If I got my own sky,
I would return never
For being so tired of
Observing humanly acts.
If I got my own sea,
I would return never
For being so tired of
Observing humanly arts.
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I wonder if you wonder
I look at your eyes,
Those reflect your heart,
Without blinking, without beating,
But not without feeling,
Those assure love to care,
Threat to fear and courage to dare.
I look at your eyes,
Those reflect your grief,
Without wailing, without talking,
Not only the depth of feeling
But also the hope of healing,
That may cause to mourn.
You wonder at human beings
Who are unaware of
What future is near
And what threat is near?
Like a fond mother,
you are concerned too.
You wonder at human beings
Who are unaware of
What deed they do
And what will they do?
Like a true mother,
You are concerned too.
I wonder as you look
So wonderful when you glare
With mysterious eyes,
Those can fascinate others,
Whatever may hide
Their curious eyes.
I wonder as you look
So powerful when you stare
With marvellous eyes,
Those infatuate others,
Whatever may hide
Their credulous eyes.Special Edition: Sankha Ranjan Patra
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She Sings
She sings and the sky rings
I walk to her
And her essence around my sense
It touches my melodious heart
It reaches all subjects of earth
And ignorant many maybe.
Will she care
If I leave without talking?
Her melody in my memory
Will remain with many,
Her moment without my comment
Will revive with many.
She sings and the sky rings
I talk with none
And her violence around my silence,
It ceases my hideous art
It pleases all objects of earth
And stagnant many maybe.
Will she dare
If I heave without balking?
A sigh of relief
As if much have I,
A sigh of belief
As if much have I.
She sings and the sky rings
I balk at others
And her view around my sinew,
It teases my tremendous flirt
It eases all objects of earth,
And poignant many maybe.
Will she fare
If I reave without walking?
Every note and every quote
So unique within her,
Every sort and every thought
So universal Within her.
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It Ends All
It ends everything
As you feel nothing
But I never cry
As I fail to fly.
As you feel nothing
But I never cry
As I fail to fly.
As I fail to fly
with you so high,
Over Occean Asian
Or Oasis Arabian.
It ends everything
Along with all cooking
Between you and me
As I seek to see.
Along with all cooking
Between you and me
As I seek to see.
As I seek to see
Us walking over the lea,
Hand in hand together
With promises forever.
Us walking over the lea,
Hand in hand together
With promises forever.
You want to love me
You want to leave me
But I have to do
As I like to do.
You want to leave me
But I have to do
As I like to do.
As I like to do
Like a matured lover too,
And you are mine
Always in mind to shine.
You want to love me
I want to be
Though you never say
I feel it may.
I feel it may
Like a smiling ray
Through a cloudy boat
Around us to float.
Yes winter has anchored
But spring to be explored,
Much you may lament
I will cherish each moment.
I will cherish each moment
On a full moon like an event,
I will perish each painful memory
With remaining little bravery.
Yes winter has anchored
But it can be conquered,
Life follows its fate
I hope though it's late.
I hope though it's late,
It may begin with a date
With new sunshine
On a morn very fine.
On a full moon like an event,
I will perish each painful memory
With remaining little bravery.
Yes winter has anchored
But it can be conquered,
Life follows its fate
I hope though it's late.
I hope though it's late,
It may begin with a date
With new sunshine
On a morn very fine.
Bio: Sankha Ranjan Patra is a poet and author. He belongs to India.He writes in English, Bengali and Hindi. His published books are Muse, Mute, All About Love and Borsha. Muse and Mute are poetry books in English. All About Love is a novel in English. Borsha is a poetry book in Bengali. He has contributed for many anthologies and magazines. He has been honoured by different literary societies.
Concrete City (Dying City)
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I feel to be lost
In the concrete city,
Whenever I visit
To a crowded city.
All beings feel to be lost
As they walk high,
And all buildings look
At the empty sky .
I step forward
Through a wide lane ,
Seldom move with freedom
Along the congested plain.
All beings step forward
Like a caged Bird,
And all buildings prove
To be without heart.
It can be felt
Humans not in touch,
Who can tell us
It is not as such?
It can be felt
Humans are fake
In living lonely life,
For whose sake?
Concrete after concrete
Wishing to get the sky,
Wishing to get the moon,
And it is not a lie.
Concrete after concrete
That will touch the moon,
That will touch the sky
And every star very soon.***
Bio: Sankha Ranjan Patra is a poet and author. He belongs to India. He writes in English, Bengali and Hindi. His published books are Muse, Mute, All About Love and Borsha. Muse and Mute are poetry books in English. All About Love is a novel in English. Borsh is a poetry book in Bengali. He has contributed for many anthologies and magazines. He has been honoured by different literary societies.
Earth Melodies: Sankha Ranjan Patra
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Have you heard
The river or occean sing
In the silence with chorus?
Have you heard
The mountain or oasis sing
For being so jealous?
Try once or twice,
Again and again,
To fill your heart
With joy and fun.
Try to be lonely,
Far from noise,
To quench your thirst
With joy and fun.
Have you heard
Roads busy or dusty?
Have you heard
Plains hedgy or rusty?
Have you heard
Fields hazy or frosty?
The earth seems euphorious
Reflects the wide sky,
When clouds clamour
With rhythmic rains.
The earth seems mellifluous
In the wild woodland,
When trees on fire
With leafy lyres.
I hope you know
Every classical wind,
I hope you find
Your ears in wine,
I hope you enjoy
Every musical whine.
Bio: Sankha Ranjan Patra is a poet and author. He belongs to India. He writes in English, Bengali and Hindi. His published books are Muse, Mute, All About Love and Borsha. Muse and Mute are poetry books in English. All About Love is a novel in English. Borsh is a poetry book in Bengali. He has contributed for many anthologies and magazines. He has been honoured by different literary societies.
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I was walking alone
In the loneliest morning,
Suddenly I paused
Along with nature mourning.
She looked at me
And I gazed also,
Few minutes later
We became friends.
Non stop talking goes on
Sitting on a lonely beech,
As if she shared her glooms
And I could not but do mine.
Time turned up to wishpered
Into her ears and mine too,
Time turned up to end that,
An encounter with nature.
I was sitting alone
That still morning,
Suddenly I felt
Nature was mourning.
She left around me
A road, a plain, a sky
No noise, no voice, no lies
She left me in thought.
Non stop talking no more
Sitting on a lonely bench,
So easy everything appeared
As nightmare disappeared.
Time turned up to announce
Proudly into my ears only
Time turned up to end that,
An encounter with vacancy.
Bio: Sankha Ranjan Patra is a poet and author. He belongs to India. He writes in English, Bengali and Hindi. His published books are Muse, Mute, All About Love and Borsha. Muse and Mute are poetry books in English. All About Love is a novel in English. Borsha is a poetry book in Bengali.
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