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    Periphery of the Heart: A Collection of Poetry
    Periphery of the Heart: A Collection of Poetry
    Periphery of the Heart: A Collection of Poetry
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    Periphery of the Heart: A Collection of Poetry

    By Arunangshu Paul

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    Arunangshu Paul has been living, in his own words, a mundane nine to seven existence for a major part of his life as a small cog in the big wheel of financial markets. The creative side of his persona is, at the same time, restorative and cathartic for him. Writing poetry and stories has been his hobby since a very young age. He is an active social-media commentator and blogger. This is his first attempt to bring forth his feelings and emotions through a collection of poetry. The author believes in the transient nature of life and this encourages him to explore the relations that bind us with each other.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherNotion Press
    Release dateNov 4, 2015
    ISBN9789352064786
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      Periphery of the Heart - Arunangshu Paul

      Epilogue

      Prologue

      Someday, on some other time,

      at some other place, someone will,

      surely find some torn pages, strewn

      somewhere on the way.

      Some of them will be faded, with time,

      but some others will tell my story.

      To remember you

      To remember you

      in the early hours of dawn

      with a sense of warmth

      clinging to the whole body.

      The daily grind of life waits

      to pounce upon me,

      to bite me into pieces.

      Still, I love this feeling

      even if it is not real.

      My days and nights pledged

      to win some insane race;

      this is my only hope to check

      if everything is right with me.

      So I just turn my face

      and shove it on the pillow;

      in a last ditch attempt to prolong

      my indulgence with your thoughts.

      Nightscape

      All alone by itself the moon shines

      on the canvas of the dark sky.

      peeping from between the clouds

      searching someone, maybe,

      on this dark night of clouds.

      Somewhere there flies

      a single bird that has lost its way

      in search of its nest,

      on a lonely tree at the edge of eternity.

      In spite of so much crowd,

      so many people everywhere;

      some like me will remain,

      all by themselves like,

      a desolate island forsaken.

      I can wait for you forever

      I can wait for you forever,

      with this intense desire in my heart.

      With every passing moments

      that merge into eternity

      consumed by passion, all alone.

      I can wait for you forever

      till the last drop of blood drips away

      from the wounded existence

      between the shadows that separate

      latent urge from the possible aftermath.

      Broken by the impact of outcome,

      yet so much firm in its obstinate ardour.

      I can wait for you forever,

      in the stillness of the dark night

      with the ferocity of a hungry brute.

      crouched in lusty anticipation.

      You become the justification

      for all excuses that I want to make.

      to reach you across the wall.

      Inside me something says

      again and again

      I can wait for you, now and forever.

      If Tomorrow Comes

      Can I count on you,

      If tomorrow comes?

      Will it be the same with us,

      when tomorrow comes?

      Will the burden be too much?

      The debris of broken dreams

      and unfulfilled expectations,

      when tomorrow comes?

      Will the blood still throb,in our veins

      with this crazy beat,

      if tomorrow comes?

      Will someone still hold me back,

      from the edge of the precipice,

      when tomorrow comes.?

      Does the story of the day really end

      with the homing birds,

      in the falling dusk and the setting sun.

      if that be the fate of life then

      why, Oh why tomorrow comes?

      Refugee

      The heavens have closed their doors on us

      and our Gods have failed us.

      Flimsy excuses, false promises

      all part of the charade, all zilch;

      just to keep the caravan moving.

      The burden of private tragedies

      sitting heavy on us,

      we carry on with the monotonous trek.

      Lurking in the shadows,

      on the periphery of brilliant lights

      are the unknown fears,

      real and imaginary;

      to haunt us everywhere.

      No time to love or be loved

      in this strange city of sleepless nights.

      Summer package

      Summer package of three nights and four days

      with a bonus of extra day thrown in.

      On a lonely island with that somebody

      whom I always wanted to be with me.

      Time spent in discovering myths of the body

      that the mind likes to conjure.

      Silence of the aftermath of fervent lovemaking

      that comes as a respite.

      Slackness of the nude desires now seem

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