Poems By Dr Partha Protim Banerjee

...breaking news Create fun System suffers 'shaded sun Warship lost'respect 'all making run Still holy water purifies 'poisonous earth!

Train stops'bus stops'boat starts the day I cross the canal'cross the sand Cross the country'cross their home land Cross words'cross all my shyness Started feeling better to start a poetic day Lost word for almost six months Lost feeling'lost touch'lost friends Started writing many all kept un-finished Got them back at once after I reached Venice Ferrying to Lido ferrying P.te Roma Ferrying here in the morning Ferrying there in the evening Food at mid sea food on a boat I got back my passion'my life Got my dream'my family'my wife And my nice little sweet home I thank you Venice For giving me my poetry once again

I told you to look in to my eyes To look you better Look in to my eyes to fly you better I told you to hold my hand If at all you have to fly Hold my hand to fly beyond the sky Sky is nearer to you now You can even touch if you want I will just show you, how Just look in to my eyes, my dear Or hold my hand to fly beyond the sky forever...

Calcutta my pain, my love, my pleasure, my frustration, My depression, my logic, my untold tension' From British colonial confusion to today's self exploitation Skies are losing their color From blue to light-blue to still-grey to light-black Evening street light's lost its power too White light to yellow to pale to yellow black' From College Street till Esplanade Enough food vendors' sales gossips on demand French revolution to Nelson Mandela and many more' Mad day mad man mad even open mind Mad traffic mad road mad even magic rain With this grey fever, malaria, dengue, tuberculosis' My nostalgia'my dream'my city'oh! Calcutta

My father is no more mother too is ailing now chance to recapitulate the old mind space with erratic behaviors and irreverent ideas Cross words fail to fulfill the time commitments mind-space call for more puzzles, more freedom or may be an absolute excuse to prove that smaller kids don’t have faith in God. On mind’s request I may need to pamper myself with a long, very long walk from memory lane to Gomes lane to neutralize the reality of not getting dreams these days my mother is still alone!

Little boy left home all alone Little boy left joy left toys all alone Little boy lost love cried so far all alone Little boy lost touch slept so far all alone Little boy walked so far all alone Little boy turned big, never known That he lives far away from home All alone just alone....forever alone