Pranab k c <br />12/08/2011 <br /> <br />Doors closed <br />windows pane stiff with silence <br />sound of near past in the whole background <br />roaring the wilds they became two the different genders <br />and a shadow of soft dear palm slowly catering <br />the dish of urgency of coming back again <br /> <br />no footsteps, no movement of rattling wind even <br />no probability of assuming the ecstatic appearance <br />embodiment of any longing or embarrassing embrace <br />of lamentable constipation of those sensuous past-moments <br /> <br />no the grave with dirty rust of dust and condemnable clarity <br />but a passion simply old with punctuating accentuation <br />of love, more than love or no-love paradox <br />tuned with superb and intensified expression <br />confined in the cage of acceptance and rejection <br /> <br />door closed but opens an opening <br />wide with no-door ever been build anywhere <br />where you me they're playing altogether <br />naked with no-flesh, illuminating strictly the light-particles <br />beyond the hazards of birth rebirth and death.<br /><br />Pranab K. Chakraborty<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/essence-of-silence/
