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Premtosh Kar (AlphA)

PO# 529926
India
India
The writer, reader , listener , advisor. AlphA
June 15, 2019
 

I wonder,
How they move?
In this crowd,
Filled with cowardice.

To dream or
Not to dream?
The ephemeral yet,
Eternal question.

Cowards cause,
They don't dream.
Even when they to,
They lose the will to see.

Money or family,
Scars of past,
Scared of the future,
I understand.

But till what end,
Shall they be restrained,
Till what end,
Will they now their head?

Break the rules,
Destroy the restrains,
Be a sharp sword,
Cut obstacles to pieces.

The world was there for the taking,
So learn it, inturn learn yourself,
Take all you can, given nothing back,
Live the life you have, with all that you can.

PASSION OVER PERFECT
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November 1, 2018
 

The Angel's Desire.

With timid steps, her back against the wall,
lecherous hounds, surround her ready to scavenge her all.
With sticks in her hands,playing with fire,
A little equality, the little angels desire.

She worships Durga, protector of all,
Yet why in the seas of Mahishasur, her outcries are being squashed.
With sticks in her hands,playing with fire,
A little equality, the little angels desire.

Fancying her glittering dress, she dances to the pujo tunes,
She sees the rapist's eyes, where the world sees her glittering saree.
With sticks in her hands,playing with fire,
A little equality, the little angels desire.

Fancying her glittering dress, she dances to the pujo tunes,
She see...

COZY FALL
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August 13, 2018
Gurugram, India

In retrospect, everything is fine. Just fine.
Humor me, amigos, as this strong urge to oversee thy human lives prodding onwards a lifetime of phases makes one commit the sin to stop and turn, and pen how our society has turned out to be.
Distance: We have reached the moon, we aspire to traverse the universe and even change the nomenclature of celestial bodies as we know it(daily), but we would often fail to reach out to a stranger and speak. It’s ridiculously amazing that we are racing with technology to be connected faster with people from farther lands but somehow falter with the people closest to us. We fail to observe that we keep getting further from our near-dear ones, cursing the ver...

LOVE IS ALL WE NEED
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July 10, 2018
 

Your love,
Like wine,
Tasteful with age,
Evergreen and sweet.

Your beauty,
Like Lilly,
Pleasant and fragrant,
Even in a swamp.

Your eyes,
Like the night,
Dark and pure,
Shiny and radiant.

Your soul,
Perfect and cosmic,
Fragile yet strong,
Mine yet not.

A MAN'S BEST FRIEND
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July 6, 2018
 

Endless wilderness,
Absolute silence.

Multiple points,
Unlimited variables.

Finding the,
One combination.

Which fits,
My equation.

AlphA

4th of july
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March 24, 2018
 

Skylark Challenge 131
×2

Words to be used.

Cutting, Safe, Disturbing, Knife

.......................

Safe I wasn't,
Caused I was shackled by memories.

Demon of my heart,
Was disturbing and powerful.

Cause the knife you held,
Was of life and hope.

Cutting those away was my boon,
Unshackled and unfettered I will fly forever.

RANDOM ACTS OF POETRY - DAY
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March 22, 2018
 

Skylark Challenge 131
#1 Entry

Words to be used.
Knife, Disturbing, Safe, Cutting

Disturbing thoughts,
Cutting in mind.

Like hot knife,
Going through butter.

Not feeling pain,
As it swiftly goes.

Thoughts take form,
Of the death woman.

Holding the knife,
Safely cutting me million times.

After cutting me,
She heals me back.

With the nostalgia,
Of the past untouchable.

Again she cuts me,
Keeping the cycle ongoing eternally.

RANDOM ACTS OF POETRY - DAY
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March 22, 2018
 

I spoke of crossroads
As if I understood them.

Little did I understand
I simply just knew them.

Let go of many I did
For they were heavy for me bear.

I still see the things which went
Hopefully they remain the same.

The slap gotten to make realize
The know and understand is different.

Like the difference of heaven and earth
Leaving only the vacant sky.

Up all night I still stay
To understand what I know.

But the tick tok behind me keeps on
Telling me to choose a fork of the crossroad.

RANDOM ACTS OF POETRY - DAY
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January 31, 2018
 

Skylark challenge 124
Second entry.(fingers crossed)

Dear me soul,
I remember you all,
Those late night walks,
Down the musty road.
Dear me soul,
Don't think those words are faded,
That we spoke all day,
As it was our secret infinity.
Dear me soul,
I remember how you were torn apart,
When I left without a word,
With silence and oblivion.
Dear me soul,
I still have the box,
With your wishes and blessings,
For my future life and living.
Dear me soul,
I haven't forgotten you all,
In my memories you all are immortal,
A promise to meet within a seconds call.

From
AlphA

POETRY BOOKS
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January 30, 2018
 

Skylarkchallenge 124

In the attic I have my box of heart.
Which holds my secret till it part.

For it has picture, make me remember you.
I can't help it being torn inside too.

Faded in the background I used to be.
Unknown and invisible I used to be.

For you I was not invisible or unknown.
In your world you gave me a place to exist.

We spoke and spoke day and night.
Each second you took away my fright.

Hard to be forgotten are those pictures.
Where I captured your candid smile.

I must have been the happiest man.
When you said yes, when asked for your hand.

I was the saddest man .
When you gave away you last breath with a smile on your face.

The faded piture with a musty scent.
Remind...

POETRY BOOKS
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January 20, 2018
 

The Tune of the Night.

It's night time
In a drunken line,
Listening to the tune
Choosing to cry or to swoon

For it makes me remember
Those faint haunting eyes,
The smell and the touch
Wishing for you to be mine

For it makes me remember
How you held my hand, saying ,
"Bro you can do this".
Watching you leave and hands waving bye.

For it makes me remember
The time I saw her cry,
In her room all alone
Yet making me dinner with a smile.

The scream of silence
Many unspoken words,
Those hidden smiles
The deaden laughter.

With wine in my right
A blunt in my left,
All this came to me
As the night's  tune became me.

AlphA

LOVE ART BOY
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January 15, 2018
 

Sitting within my blanket,
Holding a glass of milk.
Looking outside the window,
To see only the fog.

I feel cold from the outside,
I feel warm from within.
As I look forward to the day,
Within me a silent burning flame.

AlphA

MAKE DREAMS COME TRUE
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December 25, 2017
 

The Eye Of The Storm.

Have you ever felt confused or stopped by something invisible, while you exactly in the middle of a crossroad, and you trying to pick up a direction? It asks you why are you doing this ? This point that's present and its puzzling, I consider this point as "the eye of the storm". I call it so because in the 'Eye' you fell calm and safe, but the sense that there is something in front and something behind you, and that feeling is never wracking.

This feeling I get, I am fairly used to it. Because I always feel like the middle guy or the neutral point of intersection. I guess, its because of my way of thinking, "To see all perspective". I believe that facts are the most a...

CHRISTMAS ICON
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March 6, 2017
 

My Inner Hollow

As I closed my eyes,
I saw my hollow inside.
Who looked like and acted like me,
But he was no where near me.

With a evil laugh he said,
How long it took you partner.
To reach me,
To meet me.

Astonished I asked ," long enough "
But why do you exist,
For I sense only
bloodlust and hate from you.

His reply was with cold malevolence,
Is it my fault,
That your instinct for survival,
Has dulled so much.

Puzzled I asked
Instinct , survival
What are you taking about,
For I never thought of those ..

With a swift move he reached for my throat
Sharpen dagger up my neck  he said,
I guess this should make you remember
What your instincts yell about.

In a flash it came down on me,
...

MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU
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March 4, 2017
 

The Creator's Will.

A fountain pen,
A diary full of blank pages
A mind full of imagination
And infinite amount of time.

Believe it you will make wonders,
Filled with inspiration and emotion.
That will give rise to a tidal wave in your heart,
Which will fill you up with something.

Something so pure and untouched,
Something so bloodied and agonising.
No matter what you write it won't be enough,
No matter what you draw it won't be perfect.

No language will be able to decipher it,
No painter can capture it.
For its more than happiness or sadness,
Or lfe or death , love or hate.

It's simply the creativity,
The power of imagination.
The strength to give transform your ...

ORIGINAL
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October 7, 2016
 

All Alone...

I lay down the grass . With the nothingness shrouded as always. I reach out to the sky so as to grab the sun but I know it's just too far away. But the feeling still remains . To be with people but yet not to be. To walk past others as if my presence was nothing.  The amazing part is I used love it. To be shrouded with all of it for I thought it keeps me sane and let's me be objective about life , so that I don't need to dwell on the nightmares I usually have. .
But they say no matter how much you run they catch up to you. I let the vortex of emotion be locked and guarded by the gates of abyss that I created in my heart. I knew at some point of time when I open those gates th...

ORIGINAL
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July 22, 2016
 

A little humdrum to all

A little hum drum here...
A little hum drum there...
A little humdrum somewhere..
With a hum drum walk.
You reach a hum drum place.
To all the little hum drum
That comes along the way.
Pick up pace and
Go south of the humdrum way....

ORIGINAL
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June 14, 2016
Kolkata, India

The Land Where the Crimson Flows.


The barren land is chosen,
Warriors preparing themselves.
With swords being sheathed,
With rested bows and quiver filled arrows,
They all march to the gates of hell.

The memory of heaven remains,
The family of the warriors,
The smile of the child,
The touch of his wife,
The firmness of  her husband,
The cradled love of the mother,
The pat of hardened hand of the father.

All left back,
Back at the place called home.
For their other life calls them,
With brothers & sisters,
All in arms they go in,
For the day they have been trained.

To the awaited land,
Where the Valkyries await them,
Soaring above the high skies,
To be the witne...

ORIGINAL
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April 18, 2016
 

The Young Paper Boat...

A paper let lying ,
Made into to a small boat.
The boat put on a stream,
The stream takes it forward.

Flowing it is forward,
To a new part of world.
Leaving the world it knew,
To the new world Unknown.

Witnesses it is those beautiful swans,
Soaring through the sky desending.
Then swimming with the boat,
Giving it company.

Those little school of fishes,
Looking at awe towards the boat.
Still learning to swim,
And playing all around.

Current becomes stronger,
Boats picks up speed.
As it flows faster,
The scenery changes too.

Then the realization  sets in,
The sky turning saffron.
As the sun takes his leave,
Setting in the west.

Paving way to darkness,
So the s...

ORIGINAL
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March 14, 2016
 

Row your boat till you reach where you want.

Row your boat till where what you want.

Row your boat till yout hearts content.

Row your boat all the way.

ORIGINAL
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March 12, 2016
 

The Ephemeral  Weather....

I resent the summer,
It hides the sweat of my hard work.

I miss the winter ,
It hides my shivering due to fear,

I revel in autumn ,
It gives me wind as my companion,

I love the rain ,
It hides me tears from everyone.

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ORIGINAL
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March 12, 2016
 

The Mask She Wore


She was someone,
She had dreams and ambition,
She wanted it all,
She needed it all,

But there's always a "But"

But in this journey,
She was asked to be someone else,
By her peers and superior,
Collegue and the work.

She reveled in her success,
The success which hers,
Because of the mask she wore,
The mask lie became her truth.

She pretended to be someone,
She was content ,
As she got what she wanted,
More and more she wore the mask.

But one day she met,
With a friend from the past,
She was happy to meet her,
But the friend was sad ,

On asking her the reason ,
For the sudden sadness,
The Friends just asked ,
"You are not the person ...

LONGING
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