poems of Palas kumar Ray

Ghosts

Palas kumar Ray — Mon, 25 Oct 2010 15:08:09 +0000

I’m a ghost and you are a ghost

We all are ghosts.

Now we talk with the ghosts.

Ghosts are our friends and they are not at all ghostly.

We also live with and work with some living people.

But they are all ghosts and they are all very ghostly ghosts.

Metamorphosis of organs

Palas kumar Ray — Thu, 21 Oct 2010 05:24:04 +0000

Eyes do not believe what they see.

Nose doesn’t trust what it smells.

Ears do not agree with what they listen to.

Skin refuses to approve love and affection.

Tongue does not endorse sweetness.

Brain betrays to validate corrupt signals.

If such is the effect of growing age on someone

Someone have to sail searching peace of mind.

Always escaping

Palas kumar Ray — Mon, 11 Oct 2010 18:53:40 +0000

Life lives in future or past
depending on where you are
at present.
One too young
greedily looking to the top
of a time tree
for grabbing life fruit
or one too old
looking below
where it had fallen.
You spend or you
just waste time,
aspiring to taste
this fruit forbidden.

A window and a wall

Palas kumar Ray — Mon, 11 Oct 2010 18:50:19 +0000

I saw the window but I saw no wall.
The open window greeted me to look through.
I saw promises and hopes waiting for me there.
I was very glad receiving such invitation of life.
I was in a hurry to hug life waiting for me.
Eagerly searching for a door now I walked
all along a concrete wall but found no door.

Wanting to comeback to the open window
I realized,I had already lost the window also.
Now you stood before me; a silent wall
as I continued to run to and fro impatiently
searching the lost window, searching a door;
while hiding it’s open window the wall elongated.

Too far isn’t far away

Palas kumar Ray — Sat, 26 Sep 2009 21:32:38 +0000

Too far I thought was the place
where I wanted to go far away.
Reaching there far away from you
that place I found was not too far.

Now that I lived in a place
not far away from you at all.
I could now reach to you instantly
but too far it was now I believed

Reasons

Palas kumar Ray — Sat, 26 Sep 2009 21:31:31 +0000

I didn’t care
For a reason to sing
For you or me
For none there at all.

Time has now passed away
Songs are all gone
My vision’s now clouded
by million reasons.

Oh, such a great fall!

Help

Palas kumar Ray — Sat, 26 Sep 2009 21:29:48 +0000

Uprooted plant
from its veins
transpires
water droplets
Before it dries
Before it dies

Uprooted plant
tries to sip in vain
water droplets
From the air unkind
Before it dries
Before it dies

Ready to be kicked

Palas kumar Ray — Sat, 26 Sep 2009 21:28:58 +0000

When my expectations grow I start feeling worried
when my dreams approaches near I start feeling worried
when a relationship tends to turn closer I start feeling worried.

Life has taught me very well that expectations are very fragile.
Life has taught me very well that dreams are always unreachable
Life has taught me very well that realtionships are only to be broken.

Blame me not if I fear to come close to you.
Blame me not if I feel about myself untouchable.
Blame me not if I become agile to go back to my comfortable loneliness.

Forgive me if I have somehow broken your peace of mind.
Forgive me if I have somehow caused your heart pain for once.
Forgive me if I have somehow made you feel sick of my presence.

Please don’t insist me to come alive before you.
Please don’t insist me to live in a smokeless world.
Please don’t insist me to sing a song I have long forgotten.

Just do me a favor and tell me that you don’t like me.
Just do me a favor and tell it on my face very straight.
Just do me a favor and kick me out of your life without hesitation.

Just do me the favor before I melt in your affection and die.

Search

Palas kumar Ray — Sat, 26 Sep 2009 21:27:58 +0000

Shivaji Dattatreya Pahinkar, Parbhani, Mumbai, now lost.
Debmalya Chakraborty, Agartala, Patna, now lost.
Tapas Bhattacharya, Agra, Patna, now lost.
Raja Chatterjee, Rourkela, Patna, now lost.

I’ve been searching friends whom I’ve lost
Somewhere in my past with whom I’ve also lost
a part of me and whom I wish to get back in my life.
to make myself a whole happy person right now.

They must have hidden themselves behind numbers
which I do not know, which I search almost everywhere.
Strongly I do believe my friends will respond me instantly
Only If I can dial exactly the ten digits they belong to.

I have those ten digits which only need be arranged
In proper order to reach each of them but I don’t know
Those few cherished combinations to reach them out.

These digits are so known yet so much unknown
Every time I fail to assemble them in desired order
To make them resemble to the faces of my lost friends!

Helplessly at last, I write this open note to you
To million hearts living in every degree, minute and second
Whom I expect will help me to reach out my lost friends on Earth.

Those red velvet roses

Palas kumar Ray — Sat, 26 Sep 2009 21:26:39 +0000

Those red velvet roses resembled my heart.
I wished to place them right beside yours’
in the pretext of wishing a very happy birthday to you.

But they bloomed in the V.C’s garden in literary form.
Stealing was only way out for me to get them I thought.
I didn’t think it was a big crime that I must restrain.

The night was dark and also I was in a black costume.
Hardly could anyone separate me from the darkness
as I slithered inside the rosy rows secretly scrawling.

Only two things now glittered, my eyes and the scissors
as I plucked those roses and put them close to my heart
safely there within my robe, fresh and intact.

Now that I think of those roses years ahead of time
I feel to know if they could reach there close to your heart
I feel to know if you could see the thief and separated his wishes from them!