Pranab Ghosh is a journalist, writer, poet, translator and blogger. He runs a blog “Existential Problems”. His poems and prose piece have been published and accepted by Dissident Voice, Spillwords, The Piker Press, Setu Magazine, Pangolin Review, Visual Verse, Memoryhouse, Tuck Magazine, Transendent Zero Press, Scarlet Leaf Review, Literature Studio Review, Leaves of Ink, Hans India, etc. He has coauthored a book of poems, titled Air & Age. He has to his credit a translation of a book of Bengali short stories. The title of the English translation is Bougainvillea and Other Stories. His second book of poems and first solo book “Soul Searching and Other Poems” (2017) has been published by Scarlet Leaf Publishing, Toronto. He is married and lives in Kolkata with wife, daughter and mother.
Homecoming of My Dream
“Fulfill me,” whispered my dream. I touched her cheek and it reddened. My dream demanded creation; my dream Demanded a home and a hearth. I slept like a baby immersed In my dream. It was no fantasy. Yet it was, moored in the reality Of mind and time, as time stood still. But days crept into night and crawled Out of it. I waited with bated breath For her arrival. For her homecoming.
The river within me Reflects the clear sky. Its banks are green. You tiptoe into it to Bathe. I stand at a Distance to watch. You play with the water, Its sound a music of Piano concert. As you step into it The hue changes. The Blue river is red now. I want to bathe with thee. You play hide And seek with the Water lilies and I Stand mesmerized.
A whisper is there in the air. A light drizzle has made the Trees wet and as water drips From the green leaves and you cross the wet ground of The garden, the whisper Becomes audible and you Pick it up from the breeze To see her hurried footsteps At the furthest corner of The garden. You want to Share the whisper with her, Draw her attention to what The trees are saying, only To meet a soft giggle and A wink followed by, “It is I That created the whisper,” and Then she disappeared behind The rows of trees leaving you To carry the message in your soul. “For how long?” You ask yourself And a sigh escapes you and shakes The nearby trees and twigs and You look at the cloud and implore Her to carry the whisper to its destiny!
The evening of my life, Work creating a time of Uncertainties, with solution Buried in the womb of time. I sat still in front of the Window observing the Changing hues of the sky. The sun was setting. She came from my dream and Knocked on my door. The night came With rain and she drenched me with a sense of fulfillment, immeasurable. Satiated I slept and in my dream I heard Her footsteps coming closer and closer. I embraced the morning with both my hands.