by Prasanta | Oct 31, 2017 | Poetry
What did Autumn ask of you On trails of fallen leaves Where children stomp Adults stroll and winds scatter? What did your eyes seek Among the rust, the gold? You are the rod, the arm, the voice You are honey withdrawn From my soul A foggy, misty morning Is what I...
by Prasanta | Oct 27, 2017 | Beauty, Poetry
Autumn Rain By D. H. Lawrence The plane leaves fall black and wet on the lawn; the cloud sheaves in heaven’s fields set droop and are drawn in falling seeds of rain; the seed of heaven on my face falling — I hear again like echoes even that softly pace heaven’s...
by Prasanta | Oct 4, 2017 | Kindness, Poetry, Uncategorized
Kindness by Naomi Shihab Nye Before you know what kindness really is you must lose things, feel the future dissolve in a moment like salt in a weakened broth. What you held in your hand, what you counted and carefully saved, all this must go so you know how...
by Prasanta | Sep 22, 2017 | Beauty, Haiku, Poetry
Flames of Fall Reds and golds dripping The equinox dance begins Flames dying on land © prasanta September 2017 “Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons.” -Jim Bishop ...
by Prasanta | Sep 19, 2017 | Photogrpahy, Photos, Poetry, Travel
Phases Leaves drift separated torn from solid branches glorious even in death– dreams endure. © prasanta September 2017 Begin Winter will find its rest when morning arrives and the sun makes us forget what aches. Begin…. © prasanta...
by Prasanta | Sep 14, 2017 | Poetry, Quotes, Summer
Summer’s lease hath all too short a date… —- Shakespeare, Sonnet 18 The House Was Quiet And The World Was Calm The house was quiet and the world was calm. The reader became the book; and summer night ...
by Prasanta | Aug 8, 2017 | Poetry
August Moonrise The sun was gone, and the moon was coming Over the blue Connecticut hills; The west was rosy, the east was flushed, And over my head the swallows rushed This way and that, with changeful wills. I heard them twitter and watched them dart Now together...
by Prasanta | Jul 28, 2017 | Poetry, poetry by others
God’s Grandeur by Gerard Manley Hopkins The world is charged with the grandeur of God. It will flame out, like shining from shook foil; It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod? Generations have trod, have...
by Prasanta | Jul 12, 2017 | Poetry, Summer
Sonnet 98: From you have I been absent in the spring by William Shakespeare From you have I been absent in...
by Prasanta | Jul 2, 2017 | Poetry
Streams of Amber When love’s fingertips brush fields, purple, amber and golden streams flow, trickle down to hungry souls, drip into an earth permeable to tears of human feet, and ambered grace of grains is transformed into red, white and blue frosted independence day...
