Ocean Of Beauty Poem by Pranab K Chakraborty

Pranab k c
25/08/2014

sometimes feel living here 1000 years
thousand lives gone to swim into
the ocean of beauty

sufferings are old as old all passions
voices are old as old our longings

yet the cry never stop within soul
to match my identity reciprocate with time

deep blue shades come near from horizon
horrified hangings depend on the thread
just to hang peacefully but rhythm it breaks
all findings are not safe to satisfy sanguine

sometimes life hangs hard
the moment not moves
sometimes feel I am not
someone else playing my profile

at least time not the butcher
botching myself time from my turn
dirt and dust stacked behind
the pavement I left so casually!