Sister(Nurse)
None was by my bed side.
Only you were with attention,
Measuring B.P., Pulse, oxizen level
Without indignation.
When half of the world was asleep,
You slept not.
Windows of your eyes
Were never shut.
You obeyed your... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 25 Views added 5 months ago
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The greatest virtue.
I saw how green trees,
turned into naked.
How power was declined
that I read.
How glow of skin
Was disappeared
and wrinkled skin
Was appeared.
How inteligence
turned into nothingness.
How reasoning thoughts
... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 7 Views added 5 months ago
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The Ultimate savior
My eyes were dazzled
to see the beauty of the moon.
My heart was dancing
and I was seduced.
I was squeezing every drop
of material world.
I was obsessed.
Suddenly I found,
the moon was shaded
with the clouds.
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Rejuvenation.
The tall tree
shades it's foilage
during autumn
and again it is rejuvanated
during spring.
A mortal wave comes
in spring
and the doom tree
gets its life back.
O, God I want you
to bless me to heal
my doomed heart
and... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 7 months ago
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Realisation
I was standing on the sea shore.
The sun was rising.
Every wave was glorified
with the radiants of the sun.
Few were high.
Few were low.
But all were rushing
to the shore.
When they reached,
they died.
They reached to a... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 15 Views added 7 months ago
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The hooting sound of
the Owl let me know the night is deep.
The eerie sound of the forest bird let me aware of the strange night.
I was startled to see my own
ghostly reflection on a standing mirror.
I was huddled togather in fear.
I got... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 3 Views added 7 months ago
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Sun you are obsessed
In the morn when you
peeped through my casement
and greeted me,still I laid on my bed with my lazy eyes.
My love fever body
wanted to lay more
on the bed and held the
Obsession of last night... – by Swarup Bhattacharya. | 1 View added 7 months ago
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O, Rose thou art seducing
The crystal rain drops
kissing thy face.
Thou art responsible
to seduce.
They art kissing
and falling dead on ground.
Thou will be nourished
and will stay come round.
When pouring will stop.
Insects will... – by Swarup Bhattacharya. | 0 Views added 8 months ago
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I want no more rain..
I want the incessant rain
should be stopped.
The plains are inundated.
The boughs are drenched.
The leaves are bathed.
The feathers of birds are wetted.
The sombare sky, crying.
The earth is moistened.
It seems... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 9 months ago
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Atlast I found my true friend.
I lost my all friends.
Past is my childhood friends.
My mother, who was my friend.
She passed away.
Friendship with her was end.
My brother and I
Spent the childhood days.
Settled in different... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 4 Views added 9 months ago
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Love me for the sake of love.
My songs are
highly acclaimed
as these are
found praiseworthy.
Poems are also
highly appreciated
as these are winning
the heart of many.
You too are generous
and look at me with soft gaze.
Kiss me as... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 3 Views added 9 months ago
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I find you better in my poem.
In my poem when I
kiss on your forehead,
You sweat.
When I kiss on your
lips, they are trembled.
When I lay my head
on your brest, you hugg
me tightly and when I kiss
Your navel, your body squeezes.
... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 3 Views added 9 months ago
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It is silent everywhere
The infinite sky is silent.
But he is the witness.
The rippling river is silent
But she is the witness.
The amorous moon,
the glorified sun are silent.
The blinking eyed
stars are silent too.
They are all the... – by 103,Ram swarup colony,Agra(india) | 7 Views added 9 months ago
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I stay away
I stay away from you
lest I fall in love.
I can't help resisting
my heart to be melted.
I don't find myself
the fittest for you.
So I stay away from you.
I stay alive with pangs.
Drink the poison of humaliation.
But... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 3 Views added 9 months ago
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I was blamed.
You cast me shrewd look.
You sneered me
as if I exploited you.
You came to me,
I was tempted by your amorous gaits.
I couldn't help controlling myself.
I kissed you repeatedly.
I hugged you and press my manly chest with... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 9 months ago
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Good, why didn't you bestow love.
You created moon to nurture love In heart.
You created starry sky to abate
the foreshaken love.
You created flower to tempt
the couples.
You created pair of lips
to kiss the moist of other.
But you... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 3 Views added 9 months ago
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I find my this life very significant.
I know death is inevitable
so everything in this world,
I find valuable.
Even the trifles, which I ignored,
if now I find
and are adored.
Now the lost love, honour
seem to me a great loss and
... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 6 Views added 9 months ago
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I couldn't complete my duties.
I had lot of duties
to obey.
I had lot of work
to do.
But I spent the
days leisurely
and my responsibilities
remained incomplete.
I know the spring
which is dry,
will flow again.
I know the flower
... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 5 Views added 9 months ago
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The life journey.
I was on a ride.
Suddenly stopped by a lake.
I couldn't compare the color
of sky and water
as both of them were blue.
But I could take long breath.
An ease let my body free from depression.
I could compare my life,
... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 8 Views added 10 months ago
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Sun, let thou spread thy splender.
Sun, thy splendor entered
into my room,
removed the darkness
and urged me to get up.
Thou severed the dark
with thy red tinted sword
and removed the stigma,
Impressed in my heart.
The evils of... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 0 Views added 10 months ago
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O, Moon don't peep.
O, Moon don't peep
through my window
and spread silvery light.
This is my sleepless night.
She took away my everything.
My love, my heart
Which was owe to her,
had taken away for ever.
Moon, hide your face
behind... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 8 Views added 10 months ago
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The sounds in a rainy day.
The rain is falling
tip, tip.
The clouds are thundering
bang, bang.
The fogs are making sounds
croak, croak.
Some one is walking
splash, splash.
The wind is swishing through boughs.
There are rustling... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 15 Views added 10 months ago
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When i became Sherlock Holmes.
When I was young,
I was fascinated
by the stories of Sherlock Holmes.
I read out no.of stories.
Even I dropped school,
only to read Homes.
Sometimes I forgot to take dinner
or struggled with my brother
... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 7 Views added 10 months ago
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How can i say 'I love you?'
When you are far,
I visualise you
and it's very easy for me
to tell you 'I love you.'
But when you are near,
standing in front of me
but it becomes very difficult
for me to propose you.
Many times I... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 13 Views added 10 months ago
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I like to read poem.
When I read a prose,
I have to keep my patience
till the end of lt.
Sometimes I lose it
and leave the prose incomplete.
In prose, i have to remember
no of characters, climax, anti-climax.
and it is also time... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 0 Views added 10 months ago
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She was not mine ever.
Though we shared love and tears.
Exchanged pleasantries
and dreamt sitting very near.
She was not mine ever.
Holding hand with hand,
sometimes pressing lips on lips,
we came very near.
Now she is free.
Living in... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 10 months ago
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I was tired of
mundane world.
I was hurt
by your every word.
The northwind seemed to me
the edge of Sharpe razor.
The dim sunlight
made me wonder.
The shedding leaves of the trees
were floting down.
They were whithered,
colourless... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 10 months ago
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I want to take
refuge in dream.
I want it
my ever lasting realm.
Father, mother and my childhood friends
and their blurred faces,
they are far away
and only in my reminiscences.
My love, hate, pain, joy
all are now confined
in my... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 0 Views added 10 months ago
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The rain drops.
After finishing a good shower,
when I opened the window.
I found the window grill was
decked with raindrops
which were falling like tear drops.
I found the rain drops
as tear drops of bride.
Tears of joy are shedding
... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 0 Views added 10 months ago
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Early morning tea.
I enjoy early morning tea
just after getting up from bed.
It instills me new energy
and removes my lethargy.
When I take first sip,
and enjoy the warm of it.
It helps me to break
long hours of sleep.
When I take... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 10 months ago
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Smiles
When I meet with someone
and exchange smile,
I notice the way of smiling
and store it in my memory file.
When I meet with a man
who is very old.
He throws me smile
Which is without guile.
When I meet with a man
Who is crude.... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 10 months ago
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The clouds
Clouds, you are floating
Over the towns and villages
and shed your tears
for a new beginning.
Your new form washes the draught
and brings life in land.
The lakes, ponds, rivers
become brimmed with water.
You shade... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 4 Views added 10 months ago
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The bird
The beautiful black and red bird
feeding its chicks
It is also making soft crooning sound.
It is a sound of affection.
The babies are also begging
With their soft voice
Which are vague
but sound of satisfaction.
I am... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 5 Views added 10 months ago
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Money
I hanker after money
through out the day.
I find it sweeter then honey.
Even in my dream
I find it.
I never find apathy
to stay with it.
When I get a lot,
i spend it extravagantly.
Again i earn enough
to spend it... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 6 Views added 10 months ago
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The shirt
My father bought a red shirt.
Both of us brothers liked it.
We fought each other
to establish our claims.
It was a full sleeve shirt,
having one pocket.
The color was high,
having few buttoms.
Oneday both of us had to
... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 10 months ago
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The Starry sky
At night when I look
at the sky,
I find them, they are
Winking their eyes every second and they are very busy.
I keep my eyes
to their busy schedules,
I gaze and gaze and thinking
how silently they are obeying their... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 4 Views added 10 months ago
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Love, let you be eternal.
Let my heart be tainted in love.
I don't want to find
If it is real or unreal.
It doesn't matter to me
If it is unreal or imaginery.
That love will be eternal.
When my heart is bleeding,
I am struggling in... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 3 Views added 10 months ago
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My birthday
Every year my birthday is
celebrated by my friends.
They wish me the best for
rest of my days.
They give me many gifts.
I distribute them many sweets.
But I know adding of one year.
Death is more... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 10 months ago
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Mosquito
Mosquito is such an insect,
you cann't make it pet.
You can find it any where
far and near, here and there.
It makes monotonous
whining sound.
Get you annoyed
and move you round.
Ultimately it'll sit on you,
Will suck... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 5 Views added 10 months ago
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Foody
Someone advised me
to be vegetarian.
Someone advised me
to be non.
I was confused,
thinking "what should I do soon".
Someone said "veg will provide you more fibres,
less fat and protein."
Someone said "Nonveg will
provide you... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 8 Views added 10 months ago
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My thought.
My thought comes and goes away.
Sometimes it irritates me,
Sometimes encourages.
It is hard for me to find its way.
When I am down by gloomy thought,
I try my best to fight with it
but it seizes me.
I become angry, irritate,... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 10 months ago
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The snake
The snake reeled away.
I was standing nigh.
It was going at its own will.
I was standing and sigh.
At first it crossed my garden,
then got into a trough.
Raising it's head,
It swam enough.
I thought it was queer
to throw... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 10 months ago
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The big tree
The big tree spreading
its branches standing over fifty years,
Providing the shelter of insects and birds.
Its shadow is the repose of weary travellers.
The soothing air makes friendship with it,
and cool breeze blows every... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 10 months ago
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Fear
Since morning to night
I am down by fear.
As if they are haunting me
and running after.
Fear of standing
in front of mirror.
If I'll find wrinkels
and look older.
Fear of taking
junk food.
If my stomach
Will be disordered.
... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 7 Views added 10 months ago
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The bottle.
The colours and shapes
of bottles are different.
More important is
they are very efficient.
When one is standing erect,
none can enjoy it's utility.
But when it is slightly tilted
then you'll find its beneficial entity.
... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 10 months ago
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When the stern look of winter
becomes soft.
The footsteps of spring
become rapt.
The sprouting leaves
assure us new lives.
The soft breeze
revives our drooping hearts.
The fragrance of flowers,
dew drops on leaves,
let us know
new... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 3 Views added 10 months ago
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She came to me.
I was fascinated by her eyes.
A sweet smile was hanging on her face.
I found the smile more beautiful and nice.
I gave her some desserts.
She took it.
she turned and threw me a smile.
I knew her smile would heal my dormant... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 10 months ago
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The warm air let me remember the warm breathing of you.
As if you are close very close to me.
The sudden gust of wind carries me the fragrance of you.
As if you are close very close to me.
Sweet note of an unknown bird let me remember the... – by Swarup | 1 View added 10 months ago
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She was not mine ever.
Though we shared love and tears.
Exchanged pleasantries
and dreamt sitting very near.
She was not mine ever.
Holding hand with hand,
sometimes pressing lips on lips,
we came very near.
Now she is free.
Living in... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 16 Views added 1 year ago
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This is my promise,
I'll come back to you
again and again
Until I can fulfill
my every wish.
I'll n't beg you to
wait for me.
I'll not entreat you
Kneeling on knee.
If then you will
turn down your face.
I'm ready to stand long
with... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 6 Views added 1 year ago
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I am alone, very alone.
None is near to solace me.
I am alone, very alone
as she departed me.
The moon beams seem to me firey.
The breeze doesn't cool my heart.
I am down, very down
after your hateful treachery.
I cann't console my soul
... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 12 Views added 1 year ago
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O! dear
I never thought,
I would love and be loved.
I never thought,
my dreams would be again nourished with colourful dreams.
I never thought,
i would be again tantalised with the fragrance of someone's... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 7 Views added 1 year ago
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The incessant shower with monotonous sound,
let my soul to be less strenous.
The nip in the air with gusty blow,
let my sprit to be very low.
Inside the dense, sitting the bird
hiding itself in ambush.
The crystals of foilages are dripping
... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 8 Views added 1 year ago
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The crystal azure sky of Autumn proclaims,
" I am free from all stigmas."
The dazzling bright sunlight summons,
" O, white cloud uphold your sail to fleet."
The gentle wind over the 'Kash' announces,
" I am the herbinger of festives."
The... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 8 Views added 1 year ago
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Let me enjoy the life.
Get the fragrance of flower.
Let me get the smell of rain soaked earth.
Take the repose under bower.
I don't want to lead ascetic life,
so let me enjoy you.
I know if I miss you,
my heart will be laden with rue.
My... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 4 Views added 1 year ago
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The top of the trees were covered
With beams of the moon.
The soothing breeze carrying
frgance of wild blossoms.
The ambience became more devine
With mother bird soft crooning.
I was committed
so my patience was infinite.
I was... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 3 Views added 1 year ago
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O, God pay mercy this humble.
Doubts have made my life miserable.
I suffer from them day and night.
They have weaken my heart.
When I am in doubts
I lose confidence and blamed by crowds.
When I am in doubt,
I lose temper and my thoughts... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 10 Views added 1 year ago
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Every drop of water
is falling on the surface
of the pond.
Everyone is making ripples
with splashing sound.
The ripples are vanishing
on the black deep water
of the pond.
But they are constantly formed
and the water sound.
My hope is... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 5 Views added 1 year ago
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The rose is still
laid on my desk
which is dry, lifeless.
Symbol of melancholy, endless.
It was lively,
gift of love.
The fragrance was seductive
and the colour was very attractive.
Every petal was carefully adorned.
They were protected... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 7 Views added 1 year ago
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Temples! I visited
if I could stand
In front of 'YOU'
but my hope trembled.
I struggled to reach
obscured pilgrimage
if I found 'YOU'
in that niche.
I turned over many pages
to find 'YOU' in scriptures.
But my inward eye
never... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 8 Views added 1 year ago
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You are roaming
in the dense
With your gait
and hunting.
You run after the prey.
You run
till they will exhaust
and lay on clay.
Then you tear the flesh
with your sharp teeth.
Your claws ally with them.
Sometimes you also hunt fish.
... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 8 Views added 1 year ago
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When you fly
in the sky,
It seems to me
rainbow is very nigh.
When you sit
on the flower.
I find you
fairy in coloured attire.
When I visualize you
in my inner eyes,
my bleak world
turns into colored dyes.
You are the harbinger... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 5 Views added 1 year ago
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We toil together day and night.
Sweat embraces us.
Muscles are enforced to fight.
We have one race, religion, cast.
We are not garlanded
by fragmented flowery band
but by foul smell of sweat.
When we return home,
our kiths and kins wait... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 9 Views added 1 year ago
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It was cloudy morning.
The sun was veiled.
I was thinking about gloomy last night
and walking on grassy land.
I was depressed.
I was listless.
The early morning freshness
was helpless.
Life seemed to me a ruined vessel,
about to sink.
... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 12 Views added 1 year ago
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You sing from heart core
but your every drop of blood needs more.
Your voice allies with your song
creates an effect to run long.
Your lips are parted
and soothing sound is pervaded.
Two eyes are brimmed with dream
so they shine in... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 5 Views added 1 year ago
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We had a magnolia tree
in our garden.
In the dense
white flowers were laden
Early in the morning
I made the adventure.
If I could find
rare treasure!
I found few
in the lap of leaves
as if blooming flowers
were hidden inside caskets.
... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 7 Views added 1 year ago
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Sleep! when you ally with my eyes,
they become heavy.
They shut their windows
and find the bright as envy.
Sleep! when you weave
the colour thread of dream
then you ally with soothing moonbeam.
Sleep! Sometimes you lead me to fairyland.
... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 7 Views added 1 year ago
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Your poem is like perennial river
Which is the source of perpetual delight.
It removes the clogged dirt forever.
Your poem is like early morning rose.
Pettles are dotted with crystal dews
which removes the last night gloom
and restores... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 13 Views added 1 year ago
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The first streaks of sunlight.
The soothing cool breeze
is adding with an eerie sound.
It's bird's tweet.
It is tweeting of mother bird.
The babies are hungry.
They are chirruping.
The mother bird flies to distant land.
The atmosphere... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 9 Views added 1 year ago
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That old yellow school building,
Small windows, iron entrance,
the narrow path.
All I found in the video clipping.
It was sent by my old pal
who is still there.
but I am far from my past.
Only vision let me near.
When I close my outward... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 7 Views added 1 year ago
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I was standing by window.
Suddenly a Giant Lizard appeared,
crawling on the narrow path.
I was taken aback and feared.
Suddenly it stopped
and bent its head towards me.
I threw a stick.
Its terrorized eyes were fixed on me.
Ignoring me... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 6 Views added 1 year ago
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The creeper, creeping
on the wall stealthily.
The weakling is always anxious
lest someone will do act of envy.
But the strong trunk
boasts of itself.
It frowns at the weakling
and advised to grow itself.
The strong takes pride of
being... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 14 Views added 1 year ago
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I was obsessed to see you
when you were standing with
rain-soaked attire.
It was my closed view.
You appeared like an angel
without having wings.
A smile smeared on your lips
which was very rare but simple.
The crystal shape raindrops... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 8 Views added 1 year ago
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A peepal tree, standing upright several centuries
with its hanging roots.
As if a sage with matted hair,
Concentrating in religious austerities.
He is witness of many eventualities
which make him more solemn.
He is the evidence of... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 11 Views added 1 year ago
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It was pouring heavily.
I was standing under the shade of a bus stop.
A girl of my age
was standing at other end stiffly.
There was no sound except pattering,
off and on whizzing of cars,
very oft chill gust let us know
the reality which... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 4 Views added 1 year ago
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An insane woman with rags,
looking here and there in fear
lest she could be vexed
by the urchins and hags.
The town dwellers sneered at her
when she took remnants from bin.
The stray dogs also took shares.
A cordial co-existence, which was... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 10 Views added 1 year ago
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I want to retreat at that primitive age
when man was wild.
I want to retreat ten into thousand years
when man was savage.
When the natural phenomena left man in baffle,
I want to return at that age.
When the nature was God
and science was... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 19 Views added 1 year ago
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Love is not
merely a word.
The essence of love
Is attribution of God.
The eyes of tigress
are very fearful and unkind
but when it sucks its Cubs,
those turn into soft and mild.
The crooning of mother bird
when it feeds the youngs,
the... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 8 Views added 1 year ago
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The downy flakes were covering
the tops of the trees.
The freezed ice
almost reached to my knees.
I was standing
and hovering my glorified past
which became also cool,freezed
and didn't long last.
I knew 'tomorrow' would be the... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 8 Views added 1 year ago
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Let me continue to sip scotch
so that I can tend my scourging heart.
Let me feel every sip,
quenching the severe thirst.
When the saline drops of eyes are
mixed with scotch to produce cocktail,
I gulp it with one sip
to forget the effect of... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 10 Views added 1 year ago
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The fierce light of the Sun
is very often covered with cloud.
The beauty of the moon
is also veiled.
The high waves pounce
upon the shore
but high pitching sounds are abated,
producing from heart core.
The treetops in the forest
of the... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 4 Views added 1 year ago
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I was standing
at the bottom of a staircase.
Few were going up.
Many were coming down.
But I was standing and gaze.
I was in dilemma
if I could ascend.
Suddenly I found a man,
limping and ascending dexterously.
I asked my spirit to amend.... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 14 Views added 2 years ago
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Neither my kiths nor my kins,
I find in my emergence.
But only you, my walking stick,
I find in you better sense.
I hold you and walk.
You support me strongly.
I get confidence,
make an understanding, friendly.
I don't want world... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 21 Views added 2 years ago
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Mother, when you tell me
the story of the moon,
I keep my head in your lap
and find it very anon.
The proximity of you
provides me warmth and comfort
but I explore the moon
less warm and short.
When you tell me
the stories of princess... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 11 Views added 2 years ago
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Deep night you are
very dear to me.
When you smear the sky
with colour in black,
the half of the world
is unaware of your majesty,
you creep into my room
and I feel your breath very near.
I want an infinite night
where life is listless.
... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 7 Views added 2 years ago
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We were drenched
standing underneath a tree.
There was similarity between she and me.
Both were truants.
I was nineteen
and she was sixteen.
The crystal drops
were dripping from her hair.
They dared to kiss her eyes, lips even brest.
I... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 6 Views added 2 years ago
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I had an ink pen
in my childhood days.
It was my constant company
of fair time and pain.
When I had my exams,
it worked diligently
on my paper
and helped to solve the intricate sums.
One day it vomited
and stained my shirt.
I knew it... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 10 Views added 2 years ago
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Early in the morning,
everybody is busy,
rushing down from compartments,
motions are like mechanical instruments.
They are designed for
same drudgery of works.
Few of them having good growth.
Few are little bit sloth.
They come here
... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 6 Views added 2 years ago
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Past is deep.
It is our true adviser.
It is profound
as it is experienced.
Present is frolic.
It goes away rapidly
but it is our friend
who insists us to enjoy every second.
Future is uncertain.
It is unreliable
but we are fascinated
... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 3 Views added 2 years ago
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They come to me
as if thousand of churning waves,
lashing onshore
and moist my heart core.
The numerous bubbles flote
on waves and dance.
Like the affections on my heart develop
and dance never to stop.
The waves recede
and leave... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 16 Views added 2 years ago
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Do you not know
they are waiting eagerly
When their father will return
after a long term for family reunion?
Do you know how
his better half is spending her night?
Tears are her only companion
with melancholic strain.
How do you get... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 14 Views added 2 years ago
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Her sky was pale.
She couldn't enjoy festivals.
Her life was beating on anvil.
Life was shuddered with dismal.
She had neither any friend
nor any foe.
Only twisted lips and frowning brows
threatened her like gallows.
Her mother was under... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 4 Views added 2 years ago
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The rich man was with abundance
standing by the priest.
He was in sanctum sanatorium.
His name was prior in the list.
The moderate was
waiting patiently
inside the temple entrance arch.
He was next evidently.
The poor man surrendered
... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 11 Views added 2 years ago
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On Valentine's day
when I gifted a red rose.
Your fascinating eyes seduced me
to come close, very close.
Your hand resting on my
with crossed fingers.
The warmth of your hand
assuring me to get rid off fears.
I pressed my lips on your.
... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 33 Views added 2 years ago
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Two and half scores have been fleeting by.
I want to enjoy fifty springs more.
Life is embedded with love
which springs from heart core.
Love is an immortal drink.
It is my vitality.
It is perennial in nature.
Devoid of love,I find... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 4 Views added 2 years ago
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Having distorted face
the lad was shriveled up
From inner side.
Neither he was experienced with
friendship nor merry-making ride.
One day the lad entered
in a lonely garden,
Stealthily, silently.
He found nobody,
started to pick up apples... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 13 Views added 2 years ago
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We were walking holding hands.
The gripes were very firmed
least one lagged behind.
We were all friends.
Everything we shared.
There was no secrecy among us.
We were daring.
Life was fully geared.
Friendship was prior.
Career was next
... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 8 Views added 2 years ago
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In my childhood days,
I was fascinated
with the moon.
Seemed to me animated.
Seemed to me crying.
Seemed to me laughing.
Became angry
and gnawing.
When everyone was in deep sleep,
she peeped through my window
and smiled at me
with...
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One night I had
a strange vision.
A mother figure was crying
standing anon.
She was draped
in tricolor cloth.
Those colors were so glorious,
seemed to me blazing forth.
I knelt down
In front of the statue.
She looked at me
with rue.
... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 25 Views added 2 years ago
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The vengeances, despondencies
acted upon me like repeated hammering.
I was more doomed
with act of hypocrisies.
I was distressed,
lack of fervor.
I found my zest,
was ever vanquished.
The midday sun
seemed to me fade
as if everlasting... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 8 Views added 2 years ago
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Rivulet, thou art
running away
with babbling sounds
and crossing over miles of grounds.
When thou descend
on the foot of the mountain,
thou pay thy respects
and start thy life aspects.
Very oft thou kiss
the brest of forest,
carrying... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 17 Views added 2 years ago
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The distant sun shade
reminds me,
my childhood days
which are my passion but fade.
Those days are the potent
Of my life.
Only they can defy,
my pangs, sorrow, and lament.
My every step
is the maneuver
to fulfill the dream
of childhood... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 10 Views added 2 years ago
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I want to walk.
Though I know,
I can fall down
but still it is my only vow.
I don't want to stop.
Not even if I am tired.
I know my limbs are worried
but my spirit is flared.
Walking means progress,
Slowly but steadily.
I... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 15 Views added 2 years ago
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Thy beauty is responsible,
Naught thou art.
I found thy beauty
more seductive.
Thy beauty urged my eyes
to wake in the morn.
They only quenched
their unabated thirsts.
O, beauty I beseech thee
not to dazzle
the eyes of others
as I... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 32 Views added 2 years ago
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O, God let me have eyes
which will be blessed.
They only can see good deeds
when they will be opened.
Let me have ears,
can only hear soothing sounds.
Never heartbreaking
or thundering of clouds.
O, God bless me with tongue
which will... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 7 Views added 2 years ago
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They are going by procession
one after one.
They are none but
homeless men and women.
Some of them are walking unsteadily.
Few of them are staggering.
Most of them are with burdens on shoulders
but all of them are walking calmly.
... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 15 Views added 2 years ago
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O, unabated mind, why are you exhausted to find a heart
whose proximity will provide you
pleasure and comfort?
O, unabated mind, why are you deceived again and again
When you try to find
a touchstone but in vain?
Why do you incline
... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 6 Views added 2 years ago
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The road leads to me
towards my destination,
is full of troubles.
Very oft I meditate
if I can tread over
all scattered pebbles!
Sometimes I stumble,
I become confused,
lose my profound conviction,
My body is stung
under alienation.
... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 6 Views added 2 years ago
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He is the only
kith and kin of her.
He is her son,
Just around six-year.
His father is nowhere
since his beginning.
His mother and he made
this world full of meaning.
The boy stays alone
when his mother is at office
but I find him
... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 12 Views added 2 years ago
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She was sitting with care
like alabaster statue.
I entered the room
but her contemplation,
I couldn't interfere.
She was my familiar.
Suddenly her lips were parted
and with a beaming,
she asked me to sit near.
Her eyes were beautiful
... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 7 Views added 2 years ago
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Two young boys,
seemingly at same age,
work since morning to evening,
even under the sun rage!
They work and work
never deny any!
They work in silent
even on a day of rainy!
I don't know if they go to temple
to worship deities
but I... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 11 Views added 2 years ago
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The flowers of vase
Which never produce fragrance.
They never dry
but they are my merry company.
Sometimes I take them.
Wash them
and keep them in same position,
as they are my jocund... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 11 Views added 2 years ago
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Everyman seems to me hiker.
One end of the rope
is held by the god
and another end is
entangled around the waist
and tightened with... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 4 Views added 2 years ago
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My right-hand gets
support of all fingers.
Though they work together,
very often they act like strangers!
The middle finger
finds itself very significant
as it is the tallest one
and finds others less... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 8 Views added 2 years ago
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Solemn arrangement, gorgeous earthen idol,
dazzling lights, colorful dresses, rhythmic bits of drums, chanting of priests,
at the corner standing a tattered clothes... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 12 Views added 2 years ago
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Eyes are wringing.
Tears are shedding.
Only witness is his stick
which is wobbling.
She has left him,
kept him alone.
Since then every hour
is his... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 5 Views added 2 years ago
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The little girl, not more than ten,
selling sticks of incense,
standing by road.
I was attracted by lingering fragrance.
She begged me
to buy few
and flung me
a smiling... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 11 Views added 2 years ago
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Father,I am gradually
going to become you.
Now I use only two pairs of dresses,
rare I use new.
Smell of sweat emittes
when I return home,
after long hours of fatigue work
and go to bed early... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 8 Views added 2 years ago
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The wind was
like whited knife.
It seized my
homeless vagabond life.
The fire was more significant.
Less was shelter.
I was desperate,
seeking... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 6 Views added 2 years ago
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Each and every passionate word
erupted from thy heart core.
They acted on me,
comforted my heart sore.
Then thou wert inhabitant
of other alien land.
I wert committed
to strengthen... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 6 Views added 2 years ago
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Cloud, thou break down.
Change thy hue.
Kiss the brest of earth.
Mitigate the sun's wrath.
Latent seed, thou break.
Sprout new life.
Kiss the sky.
Find heaven very... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 8 Views added 2 years ago
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Past thou art not
merely my memory.
Still, thou art active in me
though thou art hoary.
Thy golden memories art
sometimes flashed upon my inwards eyes
as if a stripe of sun rays
has entered into... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 5 Views added 2 years ago
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Flower,I find thee very generous.
When thou bloom in the tree,
thou add beauty.
Bees suck thy vitality.
When thou add beauty of a woman,
dazzle the eyes of others.
Their praises seek her,
She looks more... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 7 Views added 2 years ago
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The dark is only prevented
by a candlelight.
You and I are willingly captivated
at dark night.
We will share here one rose.
❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️one kiss.
❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️our lovesick heart.
Our fate will share solitary... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 15 Views added 2 years ago
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Your knowledge rained down to me,
like the blessing of the earth,
helped the latent seed
to take new birth.
Your soothing words pleasured me,
like the beams of the moon,
Which comforts plaintive mood.
Summoned my lost confidence very... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 21 Views added 2 years ago
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Shadow, you are the witness
of my childhood days.
You were the companion
of my frolicking
under moonbeams to... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 12 Views added 2 years ago
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Fire don't expose
your destructive natures.
They bring plagues
to all creatures.
When you are cause
of damage in the forest,
you destroy miles after miles
and only ashes lay on earth... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 8 Views added 2 years ago
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He is the father
Of a grownup daughter.
He has to return to
his country long after.
When he came to India,
she was only fourteen.
Now she is four years more.
She is the daughter of a... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 8 Views added 2 years ago
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We pray
as we want to spend
more time with 'Him'
From daybreak to night end.
We pray 'Him'
to bring us darkness to light.
We pray 'Him'
to wake up our inner... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 8 Views added 2 years ago
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Sun Ray's were laughing
on the brest of water lake.
The trees on the bank
adorned them with yellow flowers.
I gazed and gazed, lost myself
as if I was... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 15 Views added 2 years ago
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Once I saw her eyes
brimming with tears.
She was shocked,
as her dear one was one of the martyrs.
The dear one was
her elder son.
Terrorists took his life
one early... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 55 Views added 2 years ago
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Mirror you conjure youngs.
They stand in front of you,
enjoy their own beauties
and you are responsible to create... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 13 Views added 2 years ago
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If we crave for wealth
and toil day and night,
it might be accumulated
but our growing ambition
will not be... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 22 Views added 2 years ago
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Stop war. Think about them.
You will find fault
in this dreadful game.
They are the sons, brothers, or husbands.
They will fight and consider bullets
but what will happen to their... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 12 Views added 2 years ago
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I don't find anywhere
which I find in your verses.
When my life is burned
under the scorching Sun,
your verses act me as... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 22 Views added 2 years ago
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To me, Olympic is a sports festival.
I find here many participants
but none is found as rival.
To me, Olympic is a cultural festival.
I find here assimilation of different cultures
from many parts of... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 8 Views added 2 years ago
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Still, I can remember the way she looked.
Sorry, I can't compare it with any worldly or celestial.
But I can say it was deep, very deep.
Fathomless but not... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 19 Views added 2 years ago
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I saw the Sun was unveiling
the dark scarf from his visage.
Then a tint of yellow was
dispersing from his edge.
I was standing upright, facing him,
to feel the temperate warmth.
I was trying to perceive his vastness
with my every stretching... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 6 Views added 2 years ago
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O, my God
If you pay a glance at my poems,
my verses will be more lively.
O, my God
if you read these verses silently
every word will be enlightened spiritually.
O, my God
If you recite my verses
every alphabet will get... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 43 Views added 2 years ago
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Boatman, you are saving the lives of others,
defying the forthcoming perils.
Do you know,
Your life is precious to your wife, sons and... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 10 Views added 2 years ago
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Where there is a will
there is a way.
Pursue your ambition
till the end of the day.
You should know.
No pains, no gains.
So give up comforts
to overcome all hurdles.
You must accept,
to err is human.
Take lesson.
You will win in long... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 10 Views added 2 years ago
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Lionel Messi, after a long drought,
your barren fate has been showered
with plentiful.
When you play,
billions of eyeballs meditate on you
and you are in rule.
You stupefy the defenders
With your skills.
They stand transfixed
and become... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 164 Views added 2 years ago
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Fight,Fight,More Fight
but not the similar
that you witnessed again and again
in catastrophic war.
It is the fight of life.
It is the fight to prove.
There is no destruction
or collapsing any... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 13 Views added 2 years ago
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When I was too young
my mother held me in her lap
very firmly, lest I fell down.
When I was young,
my father held my finger
very firmly, lest I ran.
At my youth,
I held the hands of my beloved,
and enjoyed the proximity of ... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 14 Views added 2 years ago
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My heart was gloomed.
A dark cloud was hovering over it.
Suddenly a ray of hope entered
and darkness disappeared.
My body quivered.
The ray of hope
entered into my heart
and my every limb... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 8 Views added 2 years ago
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I don't want to open
my eyes, as my eyes are
charmed again and again
and I pursue folly.
I don't want to open
my eyes, as my eyes can
see all worldly objects
but not... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 22 Views added 2 years ago
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O, Rain, should pourdown heavily
to die down all my pangs,
O, Rain, should pourdown with monotonous sound
to break the silence of my heart... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 6 Views added 2 years ago
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O, earth thou art sick.
Thou art split.
An alien hath doomed thee.
Now thou art meek.
Where thou hath lost thy verdure.
Where thou hath lost the sparkling sound of rivulet.
Only the voice of melancholy canst... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 18 Views added 2 years ago
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I behold flowers
and enjoy the beauty
'I love you'
I say passionately.
When i ask my conscience
an inner voice answers me
"Neither the beauty nor love,
neither the emerald nor... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 11 Views added 2 years ago
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I am envious to wind.
It touches you.
It kisses you.
Never waits for your kind.
I am envious to sunlight.
It brightens your complexion.
It warms you
as if it is it's birth... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 8 Views added 2 years ago
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I know now you don't count my love
because you have many suitors.
I know now you don't want my companion
because most of the time you are seized with... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 25 Views added 2 years ago
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Clock, you are the only instrument
Chasing time punctually.
Your long, short hands are
always obey their duties correctly.
Clock your two hands
are always working.
Though they are not equal
still they are active from
evening to... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 8 Views added 2 years ago
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A singer can mesmerise
With her flamboyance rendition.
Her heart, mind even her all organs
are stimulated to make... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 5 Views added 2 years ago
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Thousand of people
standing in long queue,
wearing mask,
eagerly till dusk.
Some of them are old folk,
disabled, even may be infected.
Few are unable to stand,
Few are standing like... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 20 Views added 2 years ago
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If thou ask me to walk
thousand of miles
I am ready to obey
but only to enjoy thy smiles.
If thou ask me to swim
thousand nautical miles
I am ready to obey
but only to enjoy thy... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 32 Views added 2 years ago
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A sombre gloom in the forest,
thousand dots of fireflies,
holding hands in the dark,
standing you and me abreast.
I could feel your warm breath
which let me to keep warm.
I could see your vague moist face
which was smeared with... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 22 Views added 2 years ago
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When I was stopped to go to school
in my young days,
my perturbed mind only could find
to play in natural water pool.
I floated a paper Boat
on the swirling water
and worriedly observed
its... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 13 Views added 2 years ago
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The Sun haughtily says to the moon,
" I am your creator.
You are illuminated from my dispersion."
The moon replies, "Hey, Almighty,
I am always grateful to you,
So I move round you to pay my... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 24 Views added 2 years ago
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I can see that distant horizon
Where sun is setting down,
I can see death is approaching
wearing victorious crown.
The sky is tinted with gold
that is last bright light
before the profound dark
of endless... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 61 Views added 2 years ago
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Silence you are my constant companion.
Since morning to late night,
I can hear only your buzzing sound.
As if you are insisting me to stay alone.
When I stand infront of garlanded photos
Of my parents,
they remain silent
but silence you... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 138 Views added 2 years ago
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