by Prasanta | Apr 22, 2018 | Pain, Quotes, sorrow, Spring, Time
” April was just beginning, and after the warm spring day it turned cooler, slightly frosty, and a breath of spring could be felt in the soft, cold air… And everyone was silent, deep in thought, everything around was welcoming, young, so near— the...
by Prasanta | Apr 18, 2018 | Poetry, Spring
Stifled, choked tendrils Ears strain toward greening silence April snow showers © prasanta April 2018 Picture source: pixabay ...
by Prasanta | Mar 1, 2018 | Christ, Hope, Jesus, Lent, Poetry, Redemption, Resurrection
Striped I choke on dust, wreckage of world, and my crushed bones of existence. Painful agonies— what breathing soul is exempt from knowing? While the world continues doubling and halving its joys and sorrows, what of souls doubled over? Lines mark days—...
by Prasanta | Dec 28, 2017 | Poetry
tell me, dear reader, what choice do i have but to remain incognito? and to console myself with countless books, endless cups of tea, and hours and hours of writing, and cry a little in between. * © prasanta december 27,...
by Prasanta | Dec 20, 2017 | Poetry
Coins in the Fontana Di Trevi When I was 19 at the Fontana Di Trevi I tossed in three coins with the right hand over the left shoulder I lost track of where they landed among hundreds of copper and silver bits splattered like a random mosaic on the fountain’s...
by Prasanta | Nov 23, 2017 | God, God's Faithfulness, God's love, God's promises, God's Word, Gratefulness, Poetry, Prayer, Thankfulness
What are you thankful for today? Thanksgiving is a day set aside to pause, reflect, and to give thanks to the giver of all good gifts. * for the calm within a swirling storm for abiding peace amidst wars within and without for the everpresent source of strength when I...
by Prasanta | Nov 21, 2017 | Beauty, Poetry, Writing
Like silver dew Settling at dawn Open palms Catch quivering songs Find inkblood and letters In hands drinking the world Find them on pages Of a warm life Find them in eyes And cracked souls Inkblood and letters Offer streams...
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...
by Prasanta | Feb 8, 2017 | Poetry
The Day is Done By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through...
by Prasanta | Feb 5, 2017 | Poetry
The Journey by Mary Oliver One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice– though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. “Mend my life!” each...
