Moon Insane And A Poet Lunatic Poem by Pranab K Chakraborty

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
behind towers of cells, radars
behind leaves of low-profile trees
baggaging to be vanished today or tomorrow

the moon insane never leaves me alone
but why

nostalgic masturbation from adolescent days
looking at the peaks of hostel girls bumming oil
those buildings looks crooked tonight
moon peeps through those portico yet

my hands are smoky today
fuming with vanity
not to beg
not to snatch
just to leave
all the hazards

my legs are tough to kick the masks
even my own hangs everywhere
plea of adjustment

you my insane
causeless follows with serene beauty
in front
back
beside
wherever I move
pleasing my sensation

the bloody celestial
hate to hate your body
out of my grip

better come close to my knee
I'll saturate all the agony
one birth could preserve
just to finish oneself

insanity contaminates
getting my lunatic face
once again when my darkness
falls upon the walls my room

I stand useless without a word
to write again

Pranab k c
07/04/2012