PARTHA SARATHI PAUL
a teacher and bilingual poet...an avid English lover and dedicated learner...fond of poetry specially a resolute brevity lover...believe in terse but not trash poetry.
Muse India, India`s top-most web journal has awarded him
with YS poetry Prize for December 2013.Many of his early poems got published in Wave, once-published weekly supplement of The Telegraph.His poems have been selected ... more »
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PARTHA SARATHI PAUL Poems
I am inside my horoscope
I am smiling back to the smiles of the exalted Jupiter at the transit to my birth sign in my otherwise gloomy birth chart.
Loneliness is not that bad. You can count your breaths. You can count on your violin existence. You can be your thoughtful companion.
A Sad Girl Sings...
Miss you, miss you, daddy; miss you very hard. It`s too long since that last day when you said, you`d not be long.
Think Positive And Dream Superlative
Think positive and dream superlative - - Get up and dare to be yourself Speak up and proclaim the gifted worth Take the enemy odds in your stride
A Sad, Hope Lyric...
while passing through a bad patch many good claws gift some deep scratch. gotta bear with all so love bruises from bitter foes once so dear friends.
I love and respect him.
I have come across a rowdy intellectual. His body is as robust as a demon. His heart is as golden as the supreme gold. And his brain is as sharp as the Satan.
A Poem Woven In Deference To C.V.Raman
Myriad salutes to the first non-white fellow who attained Nobel Prize for physics in 1930. Our chests swell up to the Everest with the pride of such Himalayan compatriots!
The curtain drops abruptly.............
A stage show for a short run - - slow or sudden end
winter herself is very romantic!
O shyly blushed beauty your dewy veil is tenderly lifted by nervously hesitant late morning sun rays...
' All Is Not Lost '
When many hopes dash against a rock reality all of them never perish; the reduced bits rise from their forced grave- - At least one of them like a phoenix
Weavers too look at the sky...
when a woodpecker pecks at a hollow stem his pains may be prized or may just go in vain
Wind and Storm
Wind blows Storm rages Things dance in the blow Things go awry in a storm
I Love Their Write...
I like the way we write the lingo. I love the way the native writers write it. We often go in a round about way; Our thoughts travel there via our vernaculars.
Hard words from an open page...
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I am inside my horoscope
I am smiling back
to the smiles of the exalted Jupiter
at the transit to my birth sign
in my otherwise gloomy birth chart.
Its fatherly aspect
in the house of my ascendant
lets me father some wonder arts.
As it is now positioned
along with my birth-time conjunction of Moon and Saturn
I hear the gospels from the divine preceptor
in the heaven of Hindus;
and my retiring melancholy weaves a garland
in the light of the super benevolent guru.
My life is bound to my square horoscope
and I fly like a paper kite in the kind sky.
All the nine ...