July 21, 2016 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION


Pranab Ghosh






In this startled time

we breathe together,

we are brethren.


In this startled time

we live together,

we are family.


In this startled time

we speak together,

we are association.


In this startled time

we hold hands and

walk the street

like lovers from

another world.


In this startled time,

we struggle to live

as if it were a period

after revolution.


In this startled time,

life, relations and love

are all kept in

suspended animation.


To continue living

is an emergency.













Desire is like a symphony in a void.

Desire is like a distant dream

you seldom remember when

you wake up.

Desire is like the thirst

you feel after you

wake up dead in the night.

Desire is like the morning

breeze that takes you

back to your childhood.

Desire is like a forgotten melody

you hum in your sleep.

Desire is like forbidden love

you taste only in dream.


Is desire a dream?


What’s the harm then

to dream of you









Pranab Ghosh

Pranab Ghosh is a journalist, writer, poet, translator and blogger. He writes a blog “Existential Problems”. He graduated from Scottish Church College, Kolkata, with Honours in English. He did his masters in Journalism from Calcutta University and has worked for such media houses as HT Media Ltd, Eenadu India etc. He has also written for Slant News, a US news portal and such publications as The Statesman, Economic Times, Ei Samay. At present he writes for Business India.

Currently he is also working as a research writer and Editor at Pratichi India Trust. He has co-authored a book of poems, titled ‘Air & Age‘. He has to his credit a translation of a book of Bengali short stories titled ‘Shantiramer Cha‘, by Bitan Chakraborty. The title of the English translation is ‘Bougainvillea and Other Stories‘.


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