Parna Banerjee

Bio-I will ask you……

Will you wander away with me?

On the journey of my life

on the wings of strife

I will take you through

enchanted lands

through mists and

through sands

will you accompany me on my odyssey?

I'll give you my love to play

I'll give you my heart to stay

Will you wander away with me?

On the journey of my life

on the wings of strife.

on a pale horse in the sky...

Unicorn..Standing ahead

Touching the eternal soul

As your wisdom surrounds me

on a journey in progress

knowing when I close my eyes

in my deepest thoughts

I will find you....

I will ask you……

Again and again.......Love is the greatest journey between two people with silence...love must not claim...it should love without any conditions applied...it always hurts...but heart know the reason but the Reason is unaware.........I love to dream; I love to live; I love to wander like a bundle of cloud I like to fall like rain upon every pain .....lots and lots of wishes and dreams ......in my simple eyes so I pen down my imaginations and try to brush paint those negative scratches to make it new....

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MOTHER

It’s easy to enter this soft chamber

Without being questioned

It’s easy to burgle her every part

After being torn apart

Not a single ouch would come out –nor utter a single uff

When she is being raped or tortured by venomous creature

She laughs at fetal genocide –

Knowing that no one will bear humans in her womb further-

Always stands as shades

When the sun shines high

Always acts as mountain

When every tide falls violently over her chest

She is the melting ice berg that can abstain burning lava

Stands carefree –wide opening her hands

“Willing to rob”- “knowingly that she will be looted”

She is Only Mother …..

No words can define this rare race – truly unconditional and beautiful to sketch

Full of-

Of hope, expectations, security, nurture, caring

When world’s becomes gloomy – she is the one who shines bright

And stands by your side with dignity and pride

“Our motherland”- “our Mother”- “our Nature”

Many names – but only one face……

DICE GAME

A gamble in casino

Play with words phrases and verses

Lots of coins – cost is high than of life

Have to check out fate

Threw the dice of fate -

All distracted –moving here and there with no gravity

Try to catch hold of those letters

Though bare footed still I try to leap at the fullest

Stones and thorns pricks my skin

Still I try to assemble those letters –

Eventually running water is drowning me back without looking at time

Impression on my mind- full of doubts

Deserted silence behind the broken walls of casino

Choir of every very person resounds in my eardrum

Backbite of injustice at every footstep

Mankind text-ing disaster and false hope with mask head behind

All set free and on- can’t catch hold of real Fate and real Face

BEAUTIFUL LIE

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 travelled with the iron chest breaking all the colours of rainbow ….

“The homestead Moon sometimes talks about the love-lock charming charisma

Of the beautiful eyes with a smile …and talks about writing an autobiography of dairy”

WAX

How can I forget that evening?

She wore a white gown glowing and shimmering in light

All the eyes were at you ….

I thought that was the juncture of ditching Me

She smiled with sigh, silently – keeping safe from other’s eyes - gave me a crushed paper

And said don’t open it now

There will a perfect time to open it –just enjoy the moment

She was naturally happy and was enjoying the moment at fullest

I was trying to take her near the born fire –where every woman were happy

She smiled with a sigh –

And embraced me jumped into the fire

She burns readily with great affinity and smile all over her face

I tried to get hold of her –but she melted

This dilution of mind put me in a shock

I was into the ripple of winds and water- twisting turning like a twig

Unwritten evening broke me into pieces

I put my hands in my pocket- get hold of that crushed paper

A cash memo –

“Paraffin wax gown –cost in $”

It was the evening of fireflies flowing here and there surrounding the born-fire

Whistling the song she used to whisper into my ears…..

She never thought of ditching me-

It’s me who was more conscious about my insecurity –and she proved it ….

What Love can be-

Have hidden the death within her gown-happily with ease and comfort

She came, wearing the death to leave me alone forever….