pradip chattopadhyay, 25 april 2012
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.
pradip chattopadhyay, 4 april 2012
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!
pradip chattopadhyay, 15 march 2012
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.
pradip chattopadhyay, 13 march 2012
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!
pradip chattopadhyay, 9 march 2012
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!
pradip chattopadhyay, 5 march 2012
The world I did roam
Sea bottom to mountaintop
But close to me near home
I didn’t see on leaves the dewdrop!
pradip chattopadhyay, 5 march 2012
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!
pradip chattopadhyay, 5 march 2012
If love’s wonder can’t do it
Nothing can
If hearts can’t meet
We don’t stand a chance, man.
If love’s wonder can’t do it
Nothing can
If our paths never meet
We aren’t anywhere, man.
If love’s wonder can’t do it
Nothing can
Coz hurdles only love can beat
Nothing is more powerful, man.
pradip chattopadhyay, 3 march 2012
There’s enough on this earth
Not enough for man’s greed
Nature’s resources have no dearth
But for us the ravaging breed!
Think we own we dominate
For the others we decide fate
We care little for their distress
The world is ours only our place!
Invading forests filling wastelands
God’s design we spoil with our hands
Blissfully forgetting that for us to survive
The others sharing the planet must also thrive!
pradip chattopadhyay, 2 march 2012
A dim shadow of memories of a time that flew away
In the sunshine spot of heart, the child is still at play
The child is still there, his face glowing in smile
Though what came of him traveled many a mile
He wanted to be a man; it’s what he really willed
He didn’t know the vagaries of life’s battlefield
Man he did become steering the rough ride
But the child survived somewhere deep inside
It’s what makes us go, keeps our heart clean
Always lying there, in the sunshine spot within!
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