Never followed the star
to show me the dark too bright
yet
it lamped silently
as mother gave her breast
to grow up
as a man
when this dialogue I uttered lonely
you kept yourself silent
no more your choice
except silence
to refuse longing
I could cry to show you the beauty
my heart knitted with no thread
of known paraphrase
but simply the charm ever makes me
bewildered to talk in solitude
I could cry
but sudden laughed with naughty desire
to make your fibre torn
to uncover the details a human body
specially the dilemma
a girl stands nude
burning the roofs of trecherous memory
under the dream dreamt many night
to screw a bolt
as though an ocean never could get its access
just to wipe out farther longitude
and then the star above
melodious stupidity told me alone
better push your paragon
to conquer the bead
of last cathedra
and typically find no excuse
to clarify words I never heard
but living as you live in the temple....
Pranab K. Chakraborty
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mystic-marathon/
