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pradip chattopadhyay, 5 march 2012

I Don't Need a Drink

I don’t need a drink
I’m drunk with
Nature’s light and sound
Drunk with the gift of
Each day of life
Drunk with the thought that
I’m here to stay
For another day!

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pradip chattopadhyay, 2 march 2012

The child is smiling, sunshine surrounds her
Let sorrow never touch her, she has to go afar
The child is innocent, simple is her life
She will be a woman, someday someone’s wife.
The child is smiling, her face a beaming moon
It doesn’t stop here, a woman she’ll be soon
Now she doesn’t care, she is free and wild
But she has to grow up, can’t remain a child.
The child is running, abandoned and gay
Let it be like this, like this let her stay
But it’s in her nature, to become a woman
To make the world beautiful, in a way only she can.

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pradip chattopadhyay, 9 march 2012

If You Know

Love if you know to endure pain
Love if you fall to rise again
Love if you don’t mind the price
Love if you are ready for surprise.
Love if you know how to stick
Love if you believe in its magic
Love if you are ready for rough ride
Love if you can go against the tide.
Love if you wipe your tears dry
Love if you know to silently cry
Love if you know and you truly mean
In the end for sure love will win!

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pradip chattopadhyay, 13 march 2012

Woman's Story

You bring to this world all happiness
But just a look at your face
Tells of the silently borne sorrow
Of agony today and no hope for morrow!
You are deemed stoical painless
But just a look at your face
Tells of the many death of dreams
Of a life lived by men’s whims!

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pradip chattopadhyay, 15 march 2012

Gone are the Keys

You are out of touch
So long so much
Trapped in the box
While the outside knocks.
A hectic day late night
Steal from you dawn’s light
Always busy chasing a farce
You have no time for night stars.
Maybe you regret you may curse
Missing to listen what wind whispers
Missing the spring the autumnal blue
You have no clue to the box you glue.
Meantime the colors come and go
In the pearly moon the heavens glow
You have no time outside the box
Gone are the keys to open the locks.

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pradip chattopadhyay, 4 april 2012

Bloodless War

We are living in war times
You can’t see the blood though
The air is thick with it.
We are right, we are better
We stand for all that is good
We are in no mood to listen
Tolerance is the last thing in our mind.
People say there’s so little war
There’s so little bloodshed.
The war now is of terrifying silence
More ominous, more destroying
Cutting through love, endurance
Eliminating relationship, humanity-
Perpetrating a bloodless coup
Where blood is not seen, agonies aren’t heard!

We are amidst war each against the other,
Silent, bloodless but more macabre!

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pradip chattopadhyay, 25 april 2012

Tale of a Hanging

Time is running out and what a heck
A few moments from now, they'll break my neck.
A shiver down my spine, I'll be no more
The noose is ready, and so is trapdoor.
Here they come, for my last statement
Going through rituals, it's my predicament.
Someone asked if I would make a will
What I would like to have for last meal.
I'm so scared, dimmer gets the light
There's no way I can have an appetite.
My head is jumbled, my thoughts in a mess
The hangman is ready, they give me my dress.
My feet are so heavy, it's hard to stand
Not wasting time, they drag me by hand.
The gallows looks ominous, I'm dead pale
Just a few steps and I'll be in hell.
The world is so alive, I'm in no mood
They pinion me tight, put on the hood.
The lever goes bang, tightens the noose
Down I go, hang limp and loose.

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pradip chattopadhyay, 18 january 2012

Coming of Rain

The prelude is a dark cloud
On the soil the drop’s din
Overcoming the arid shroud
The earth is once again green.
From the soil the earthworm burrows
Will pour out heart’s hidden streams
Burying the slumber of the morose
Reviving the dormant dreams!

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pradip chattopadhyay, 19 january 2012

Her Coming of Age

The golden tinge of the shy sun
Peeked onto her pinkness
The youthful night was full of fun
Leaving residues on her face!
Whole night the storm blew
That no cover could protect
Denser the darkness grew
Hankering for a climax perfect!
It’s still there the bed sheet
Spotless without a stain on it
Gone is the storm with its rage
Pinkness stolen, she has come of age!

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pradip chattopadhyay, 21 january 2012

Hug Land

On a shore where the waves embrace the sand
Lies the hug land.
“No words, please, we only hug and kiss”
is all you will find,
speaking there is only with mind!
They were not late
To know words only complicate,
Makes a mess
Of what the heart says.
Rotten clichéd stale
They more often fail
To make the desired sense,
More potent is silence.
Lover, sister, brother
Each hugs the other
In this faraway retreat,
They hug anyone they meet.

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I Don't Need a Drink

Only She Can

If You Know

Woman's Story

Gone are the Keys

Bloodless War

Tale of a Hanging

Coming of Rain

Her Coming of Age

Hug Land

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