Standing On The Ashes
Night long
night dark
night dense
standing on the ashes of dying values
see my land camouflaging with forgotten ancestors
globalisation sounds high to uproot us from our origin
values takes another shape to combat time well
confronting old with new
but reality dictates mother is yet mother
...after finishing such profound speech
drank mouthful of water from costly bottle
the speaker unlocking his laptop
tried to demonstrate some docus
in favour of uttered truth
at the same time same premises
the peasants behind the fence
shouting with rage
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Moon Insane and A Poet Lunatic
An insane moon hangs from rainwet sky
but why
Out of mood a long day
totally farce the surroundings
all day long
composed an obituary
strictly for me
to dedicate
totally no pleasing avenue was there
to move keeping hands on others
not metaphysically
not sexually
it guards me
follows me
from sunset
just behind from the mafia's palaces
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Zero Is Yet To Be Defined Long
Vanquished predecessors
once fabricated their foot-heels
over stony calligraphic structures
once their hungry horses bred thousands offspring
with regular masculine speed and over-beared journey
through hot and thorny strictures of hills mountains river-banks
and spring of deliberate bloodshed
yet
no war ever won forever
predominant today when cloud gathers with cannons and carter
when long hunt of rowdy cannibals who never stop
to crash the virgins of soil and topographic territory
who never stop to steer the gear of guidance of peacemaking jugglery,
tracko to terminate wharf of whims
which the commons clutch to hurry their bowls full of food
to contract a fortune for their seedlings
for a dream for hoovering around the earth
predominant shout a sweet devastation
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A Valley Of No Flowers
Pranab k c
08/2011
The valley never gets free from its glory
grey its wide openness never hides death
from its extreme interior of visibility
and metaphorical existence
My ancestors once played their flute to salute the peak
high so high the stiff never kept their feet anymore
only light they seen as we the worthless parasites
yet find flickering truth to burst ourselves with pride
The valley never ends its utterly paradox to greet again
when mermaids hallucinating watery surface to swim
a light of deeming dusk playing a gallop to hold our reign
mighty strength the dancing horses no more on the ground
a beautiful paranoia with its suddenness
calls the trip to hooting
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The Stance
azure sky never ultimates the passion
blooming beauty of tenacity magnitudes lie
to horrify casual napkins
azure sky your flamingo mission
without wings the icy fathom of deep darkness
sunshine sleeps a longer breathings O' my vibrant
high the hipswings drib the plates
a flamingo wish ever fly morbid to matching the fluids
fiesta fabricates our soaking thatches
trip to tripling vacillating snobbery
sudden the stop to unify unbanished disparity
Iblish heels to punch the grievance you and me
legend of bogus monotony never ultimates
orgasmic intensity of tenacious edipus
azure sky you sucks and saddles to climb deformity
kneel the moon when sun roars rowdy
snatch to stag all erecting heads only sheer the shift
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A Cinematographic Longing
Pranab k c
06/2011
patch of light makes me confused
long dark green the surroundings
but the gold playing a magic marvel
when fog a little tired to triumph over the sight
just look catches that beauty to brood
feet getting flattering to move that dense
heart a bit blistering to touch the patch
silence long that profound cool awaiting
sometimes a far away amity of unborn truth
sometimes a senseless fragrance of smoky mountain
perplexed the reason of birth as the life
mingled with light and shade
if sun is truth why so unseen cold so long
makes all the sip sovereign with mist and myth
never born any legend to kick rightly the drowsiness
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Pagan's Co-Existence
galaxy is quiet away from me
away the frozen horse of extinguished civilization
but a needle is near too near to horrify
the destiny of uncertain avalanche
the existence I bear from beginning
beginning of what cried the dumbled lady
five times cleaned herself from early night
before six her legs are longing swift escape
as a comet could clear the journey behind
its scattered remnants once tormented to flap
with firy jerking
the grand stinct of instictual shivalry
she hold with nice petals to cool the night
asked cruelly the dropless falling of creepling passion
rides the morbid but structured chariots
high tomb of no-green tannery
with nail with teeth to script the indefinite hiarchy
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An Epic Of A Mother
when night felt deep in the main street of that bordering town, when streets were dipping in profound silence, we were in search of news moving aimlessly from here to there we met that mother, rather, we met that family unit some years ago.
a scratched man of broken images guides the woman with a girlbaby on her lap, clients appeared from the dark to bargain woman's flesh, the scratched man fixed the rate holding the girl of three years from her lap to him and allowed the woman to go with them.
the woman went to a deserted dark marketarea just beside the mainroad, during this break we appeared immediately in front of that man that broken man and learned he was the father of that little girl, husband of that mother-woman whom he sold for temporary shot-contact to be vamped her warm and salt, to be cooked her flesh and flexibility.
just we met that night with that woman that mother and also learned her dream was her girl-child would grow-up as a dignified woman which needs a lot of money, so she used to run on that underground track, she also knew her husband, the girl child's father physically not fit to meet her demand of purchasing the so-called dignity one need to acquire from human society.
when that woman the mother talked with us, the street lamp showed us her eyes were glittering with her dream of a glorious future of her three years old girlchild whom she loved more than herself.
where she now I don't know, but this epic I send for the readers of my site to pray for her specially for this day.
Pranab k c
13/05/2012
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Raped and Burned As A Party Man (Hypothetical Extension))
To please my boss-leaders
I have murdered numbers of opposition men
burned many houses by fire
raped many times to teach them lessons
my party always gave me protection
from law and administration
Once my party ordered me to snatch
1000 acres of fertile land from the unwilling farmers
we then played the real devil
thousands of cop deployed there from administrative level
to build and protect the boundary wall
to establish a safe industrial and economic zone
beside this we the best gangsters from different region
gathered together contract basis
to make the land free from real owners of it
our strategy was to create panic by threatening
nearby villagers who were the owner-farmers
live there by generations...
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