Pink Floyd…
………………….
Banerjee Parna
A pig name Pink Floyd
Twisty piggy tail
Fatty looks
Tap his feet and
twisty curvy tail
At the sound of
Mozart’s and Beethoven ….
Love to join the
concerts wherever held
Love name and fame
Stay all alone with
his music
The folks laughed at
him
He ignored and stay
with his dream
To join a concert….
he started eating Cream
The valuable day
arrived
Concerts were
arranged in the Farm house
Pink Floyd was the
happiest of them all
Cleaned off all the
rubbish over his body
Asked for a black bow
to his mother….
Tears rolled down
from her cheeks
Pinky FLOYd was ready
to speak....
Still she tied a bow
to his collar with pride
Everyone laughed at
his behavior
But ...
Pink Floyd was
confident about his dream….
love to sleep in the
rainbow beam....
Went inside the
concert ground
Turning back on his
eyes to every one
All the children
laughed
They pulled his
twisty curvy tail
Dragged him to play….
But he was quiet and
soft ….
target was to occupy
the choir loft...
As he started tapping
his foot
Rolled his body in
the sand with the sound of music
Made his tail act
like drum stick
All was quiet and
still…..
wanna feel
Lots of applaud
With dreams in his
hand
Pinky pig Pink Floyd
is now in the group
and was ready to eat
the turtle soup....
As an entrepreneur ….
Band master
he ...Control the
band
With his twisty curvy
Tail….
without any fail....
“Allure robbed”
………………………
Banerjee Parna
A prominent butterfly
With different
colours
Twisting travelling
Upside down
With hope and
happiness
Flash at matchstick
And fire at those
beautiful wings
Restless beauty
Thrashing here and
there
Settle down at last
To the floor…..
BEAUTY LOST FOREVER
“Beautiful Lie”
……………………….
Banerjee Parna
I have noticed a long
queue
As beauty is written
over her eye lids
Every earthy thing
wants to loot a single part of her beauty
But stood silent –who
would be the first
The bricks have good
intimacy with the wild creepers
So he whispered to
help him to steal her beauty
The sand and cement
heard that
They too were
addicted towards her beauty
They planned with the
wind and the broken glass to kiss her first
The cloud and storm
planned something else
They discussed with a
new born caterpillar
They planned to touch
her body as a beautiful butterfly
The frost and hail
smell the controversy
They can’t resist
themselves to touch the beauty
So they shook hands
with fur –who will meet the hunger of human skin
Only the body
language of moon and mother earth was something tremendously cool
They were busy
gathering-
Cello tapes, pins,
glue, a bed green grass, an iron chest, clouds, a notebook and few twinkling
stars ….
All were confused
…what they were arranging ….
But they were all
busy in their own attempts…so no time to think about others
The Siberian bird
took the flight with the iron chest
Casting their shadow
and kissing the blue sky
They traveled with
the iron chest breaking all the colours of rainbow ….
“The homestead Moon
sometimes talks about the lovelock charming charisma
Of the beautiful eyes
with a smile …and talks about writing an autobiography of dairy”
“Crowing Ceremony”
……………………………….
Banerjee Parna
Buried so deep in the
ground
My wish to reach out
heaven
Got a chance for
escape
Vision
blurred…Blinked one or twice
Heavey eye
lashes…Tried to focus
Moon beams at the
pathways
With Shimming lights…Dancing on dews
And the…Oysters of
sea
Illuminating forest
glory
I reach out to
…Transparent cloud
Making love with the
moon and stars….On that lustful night
Its dawn by now
Standing outside at
the gate of heaven
Tear open my soul
Intension to turn
heaven into rebel’s paradise
God yelled… Raged
with anger
I kept my fortifying
feet
Hell’s monsters
laughed
Welcoming heaven’s
whore
Treachery at my
breast….I was ruling the golden heaven
Sharing the Adam’s
apple….Poisonous blood all over
Enjoying lust and
pleasure
Heaven was turning
cold….I was thrown in the darkest corner of hell
Deception at my
breast….Hell took me to embrace
Poison at my
veins…..Led the way for corruptions in brains
A kiss of hell
I was crowned with
the name of
Heaven’s Whore…..
Stillborn…………
Banerjee Parna
Some drops of rain..
Tries to concentrate
somewhere..
May be within the
small gap of horizon
And rest drops
spilled over..Spreading across..
Time holds the
answer…
A
malformed..Stillborn child was born at midnight
Blown leaves cascade
across the wastelands of the dead,
past ancient stones
to forgotten memories,
past the kneeling
woman.
She was
week,tired,loosing the battle..
Her face turned to heavens
skies,
tears seep through
clench shut eyes,
falling to the earth
like summer rain.
She bore her son, against the odds
against her age and
failing health,
but deep was the
longing.
She fought the battle
within her
Without making a
sound..but now
she placed a rose on tiny mound,
praying that the
angels found,
A place for him in
heaven.
Alone I leave the
kneeling woman, alone with her thoughts,
to her sadness,
to her faith,
for no words or
friendly smile,
will stay her grief,
worn as a wreath,
in her closed eyes.
She has placed her
STILLBORN..with a hope ..
