Poetry

Poetry

Poetry

Dream Merchant

With a gift of gab And a fetching smile, Wafted in my life like a scented breeze And stayed for a while Showing off colourful wares   You had a hypnotic voice, I was naive, I was ignorant Of your charm and your guile Got caught unwittingly in your snares […]

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Little Puzzle With Love

Love, where are you? I travel Must I travel miles for you? Like a resilient traveler. Should I wait for a falling star to make a wish? Miles a thousand my eyes traversed. I found you, In the smiles of the needy, I help, In the smiles of the miserable […]

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To the Unknown Afghan

Not all Afghans are tall, swarthy, bearded, hulking, Walking with a stick and bags of money and dry fruits Across the pages of old Bangla novels. No, Some look like Justin Trudeau. Like the young man, I saw in a Kolkata street, Brown hair and eyes of hazelnut, Looking for […]

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Serious

Serious means the surroundings of Principal’s room Serious means the day of Math’s exam Serious means to digest same side goal Serious means out from the group Serious means to reply instantly to the boss Serious means tearing of strap of fiancée’s slippers at the middle of the road Serious […]

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Mindfulness

Look beyond what you see, and try to see what you don’t see; there is infinite beauty in what is unseen. Listen and try to hear more than what you hear, give attention to the words unheard; The truth may be hidden in those words which are often not heard. […]

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What is Life?

What is life, if not a bottle of a thousand and one memories, closed and open, floating in an abyss of moments?  What is life, if not the thousand and one fragments of our soul, broken and fixed? What is life, if not the plethora of love we carry in […]

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अस्तित्व

वे बोले मैं थक गया पास में खड़ी मैं बोली क्यूँ? पता नहीं- पर थक गया   अच्छा, कुछ सोच रहे हो? हाँ, सोच तो रहा हुँ क्या? पता नहीं सोच भी रहे हो और पता भी नहीं? हाँ, मैं शायद सोच रहा था तुम कौन हो?   क्यूँ , […]

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On The Eve Of 75th Independence Day

Independence aged and old reminiscing of the past as ‘the bird of gold’. Cladded in tricolor saffron white and green, but, the saffron being snatched away by people chanting ‘Jai Shri Ram’ while they scream, The green stolen by poverty-stricken propagators of peace and, the white stained with the blood of […]

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Mrs. Perfume ‘Thank You’

On 17 June 2017, I entered as a gypsy in to your library; one way but billion thought, I messed up at each glance. so, fallen night, Hourly average; I spent for the books fort; Every day my feet touch the Mississippi.   But today, I am so fallen and […]