Swarup's Poems

Here's the list of poems submitted by swarup  —  There are currently 110 poems total — keep up the great work!

My love is hurt

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
...

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26 days ago

Devote to an enigmatic lady

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...

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1 month ago

Waiting for you

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
...

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2 months ago

Psalm of Autumn

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...

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2 months ago

Let me enjoy the life

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...

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2 months ago

The shattered envisages

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...

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3 months ago

Doubts

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...

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3 months ago

Hope

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...

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3 months ago

The Rose

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...

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3 months ago

I Found 'YOU' Atlast

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...

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3 months ago

The Tiger

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.
...

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3 months ago

The Butterfly

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...

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4 months ago

We Toil Together

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...

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4 months ago

The Little Girl

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.
...

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4 months ago

My Poem Dedicated To A Singer

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...

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4 months ago

The Magnolia Tree

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.
...

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4 months ago

Life Nurturing Sleep

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

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4 months ago

Tribute to Your Poem

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...

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5 months ago

His Attribution

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...

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5 months ago

The School Building

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...

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5 months ago

The Giant Lizard

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...

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5 months ago

God Never Makes Absolute Weak.

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...

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5 months ago

My Angel

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...

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6 months ago

The Peepal tree

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

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6 months ago

Treasure of My Forthcoming Years

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...

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6 months ago

A Sentient Insane

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...

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6 months ago

Evolution

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...

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6 months ago

The Essence of Love

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

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6 months ago

Love To Free Sunken Dirt

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...

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6 months ago

My Trustworthy Friend

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...

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added by swarup
7 months ago

The Human Life Verse In The Book Of Nature.

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...

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7 months ago

My Ambition

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....

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7 months ago

My Walking Stick

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...

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7 months ago

Mother, Let You Listen My Pleadings!

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...

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7 months ago

Psalm of Night

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.
...

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7 months ago

When Love Is Only Memory

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...

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8 months ago

My Passionate Pen

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...

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8 months ago

The Journey

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
...

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8 months ago

Evaluating Of Time

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
...

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8 months ago

Addressing To My Affectionate Students

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...

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9 months ago

War, What Do You Produce?

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...

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9 months ago

The Perpetual Nightmares

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...

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9 months ago

The Devine Offer

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
...

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9 months ago

Blooming of Youth

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.
...

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9 months ago

Immortal Love

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...

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9 months ago

The Desolate Boy

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...

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10 months ago

My Bygone Friendship

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
...

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10 months ago

Lamenting Over Childish Fascination


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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10 months ago

The Dauntless Children of Mother India

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.
...

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10 months ago

My Midnight Sun

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...

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10 months ago

The Conscious Awakening Rivulet

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...

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10 months ago

Childhood! How can I forget you?

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...

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10 months ago

My Destination

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...

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11 months ago

Beauty, I Am Tormented !

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...

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11 months ago

O, Almighty Let Me Be Blessed

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...

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11 months ago

The Refugees

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.

...

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11 months ago

Beseech to Unabated Mind

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
...

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11 months ago

The Heavenly Perception

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.

...

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12 months ago

The Innocent Boy

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
...

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1 year ago

I Found Her Blind!

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
...

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1 year ago

Two Young Devotional Boys

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...

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1 year ago

The Flowers of Vase

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...

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1 year ago

The Hiker

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...

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1 year ago

My Strange Fingers!

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...

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1 year ago

Mother of Destitude

Solemn arrangement, gorgeous earthen idol,
dazzling lights, colorful dresses, rhythmic bits of drums, chanting of priests,
at the corner standing a tattered clothes...

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1 year ago

The Latent Melancholy

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...

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1 year ago

The Divine Exchange

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...

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1 year ago

Father, Now I Am Like You

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...

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1 year ago

My Vagabond Life

The wind was
like whited knife.
It seized my
homeless vagabond life.

The fire was more significant.
Less was shelter.
I was desperate,
seeking...

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1 year ago

Why Thou Art So Far!

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...

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1 year ago

Rebirth

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...

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1 year ago

My Lenient Memories

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...

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1 year ago

Generosity of Flower

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...

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1 year ago

When We Share Our Love

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...

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1 year ago

Tribute to My Teachers

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...

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1 year ago

My Shadow

Shadow, you are the witness
of my childhood days.
You were the companion
of my frolicking
under moonbeams to...

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1 year ago

The Soothing Fire

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...

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1 year ago

Daughter of Kabuliwala

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

added by swarup
1 year ago

Significance of Prayer

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...

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Insatiable Soul

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...

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Mother India

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

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1 year ago

Mirror

Mirror you conjure youngs.
They stand in front of you,
enjoy their own beauties
and you are responsible to create...

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His Proximity

If we crave for wealth
and toil day and night,
it might be accumulated
but our growing ambition
will not be...

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Entreat to Warmongers

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

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1 year ago

My Tribute to Tagore

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

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1 year ago

My Olympic

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...

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The Eyes

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...

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The Most Significant

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...

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1 year ago

My Offerings to God

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

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1 year ago

The Devotion of Boatman

Boatman, you are saving the lives of others,
defying the forthcoming perils.
Do you know,
Your life is precious to your wife, sons and...

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Dealing with proverbs

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...

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Lionel Messi

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...

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1 year ago

Fight

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

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1 year ago

My True Love

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 ...

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1 year ago

Ray of Hope

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...

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My Inward Eye

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

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1 year ago

Psalm of Rain

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...

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1 year ago

O, God Emancipate Us!

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

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1 year ago

I

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...

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1 year ago

My Wish

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...

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1 year ago

O, My Love

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...

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1 year ago

The Clock

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

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1 year ago

A Rendition of the Song

A singer can mesmerise
With her flamboyance rendition.
Her heart, mind even her all organs
are stimulated to make...

by Swarup Bhattacharya

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1 year ago

Masks

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

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1 year ago

Ode to your Smile

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...

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1 year ago

Thy Incomparable Beauty

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...

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1 year ago

My Paper Boat

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

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1 year ago

The Boastful Sun and The Humble Moon

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

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1 year ago

The Setting Sun

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

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1 year ago

Silence

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

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1 year ago

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