Submissions by Palaskumarray (Palas Kumar Ray)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Explaining absence
Not that I don't want to go.
Not that.
This is our social obligation that we do
respect invitations.
Let the invitation come
either from your or my
relatives or friends
Let this be an invitation for
a marriage ceremony or betrothal
we need respect every invitation jointly
unless
I don't care how do you explain
my absence
or you don't care how do I
explain yours.
I have an old complaint
and now I myself is old.
I have explained it so many times
and now I want you go alone
and do it yourself.
Not that.
This is our social obligation that we do
respect invitations.
Let the invitation come
either from your or my
relatives or friends
Let this be an invitation for
a marriage ceremony or betrothal
we need respect every invitation jointly
unless
I don't care how do you explain
my absence
or you don't care how do I
explain yours.
I have an old complaint
and now I myself is old.
I have explained it so many times
and now I want you go alone
and do it yourself.
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The End Of A Life
That was probably a Sunday
or a Monday
No, Tuesday.
Could be a Wednesday also.
Could be a Thursday, Friday
Or Saturday.
Well, that was a day.
No,
that was not a day only because
it was full of sunshine.
In my life it was a cool dark night.
I was feeling cool. I felt feverish.
It could be 100,102 or 104-degree
Fahrenheit.
I stood for a while on a platform
as long as I could.
Watching the train going far away
taking you from my life, finally.
This train was so destined to come
to take you from...
or a Monday
No, Tuesday.
Could be a Wednesday also.
Could be a Thursday, Friday
Or Saturday.
Well, that was a day.
No,
that was not a day only because
it was full of sunshine.
In my life it was a cool dark night.
I was feeling cool. I felt feverish.
It could be 100,102 or 104-degree
Fahrenheit.
I stood for a while on a platform
as long as I could.
Watching the train going far away
taking you from my life, finally.
This train was so destined to come
to take you from...
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A shadow Game
I should not write about you.
This is not wise, not decent.
Not yet illegal, though.
I don't want to impress you.
There is no point in it.
The end of our story is already old.
Maybe I am practicing bowling.
Maybe I am checking
the ground reality of the pitch.
Does the ball bounce?
Does it spin? Or it just sleeps
when it reaches to you?
They would say, this is a shame
but no one is there around.
Not even you.
Only me and my heart,a police man
who always hunts you out
to play this shadow game.
...
This is not wise, not decent.
Not yet illegal, though.
I don't want to impress you.
There is no point in it.
The end of our story is already old.
Maybe I am practicing bowling.
Maybe I am checking
the ground reality of the pitch.
Does the ball bounce?
Does it spin? Or it just sleeps
when it reaches to you?
They would say, this is a shame
but no one is there around.
Not even you.
Only me and my heart,a police man
who always hunts you out
to play this shadow game.
...
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