I thank to my fate.
When the brink of the cup
touches your pearl lips.
I become jealous to the cup.
When the red rose
adorns your casked hair.
I become jealous to the rose.
When tear drops
roll down through your rosy cheeks.
I become... – by Swarup Bhattacharya. | 1 View added 3 months ago
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When the night was constant.
When the night was constant.
The moon was behind the cloud.
Even the crickets were not singing nightly choirs
and only an ominous silence was pervaded.
My heart was beating rapidly.
My eyes were hanging the... – by Swarup Bhhattacharya | 0 Views added 3 months ago
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When the night was constant.
When the night was constant.
The moon was behind the cloud.
Even the crickets were not singing nightly choirs
and only an ominous silence was pervaded.
My heart was beating rapidly.
My eyes were hanging the... – by Swarup Bhattacharya. | 0 Views added 3 months ago
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My morning at the window.
When the first streak of sun rays
divulged my heart and removed the darkness
which was knawing the soft pulp
of my heart,
Realised ushering of a soft days.
My heart was blooming
like the petals of flowers
which... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 183 Views added 6 months ago
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Birthday.
Thou art celebrated with pomp.
Every year thou apper in due time.
Thou art decked with flowers and gifts.
But I find thou art committing a crime.
Thou bring new hopes and aspirations
and bring greetings of kiths and kins.
Thou... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 192 Views added 6 months ago
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Fishing.
Sitting with infinite patience
with a fishing rod on a step,
the eyes were fixed on the bait,
accompanied with silence.
A kingfisher was also taking chalange,
waiting on a branch of a tree.
It was still,motionless
and with an... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 9 Views added 6 months ago
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Determination.
You come like surging waves.
Jerk me to fix on my purpose.
The world seems me dead,
only when you are alive.
The more I stick to you.
The much you become stronger.
I hostile with hurdles
even blood sucking fear.
But you... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 6 months ago
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The orphan girl.
Vines were creeping on the wall.
Thatch was shaded with the leaves of tree.
Here living an orphan girl.
Since the death of her parents,
she was living alone.
Neither she had foes nor friends.
She was living by chopping... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 6 months ago
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The immortal paintings.
God,i am your admirer.
As you sketched with your immortal brush,
the earth with enliven colours.
At first you painted azure sky
and then spotted with bright lights.
You beautified the green forest with colourful... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 6 months ago
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The stone.
The stone by the road side,
getting warm by the sun
and cold by the winter,
was leading a solitary life.
It was humiliated very often.
When someone threw it,
it rolled and laid on another side.
Nobody was there to make its... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 6 months ago
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Earthly duties.
I saw the woman,
taking a basket on her back,
collecting two leaves and a bud,
loading the burden.
She was picking up skillfully
with her obedient fingers
as if a machine working
for executing the work dexterously.
I... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 6 months ago
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Picturesque.
The distant hill is standing lonely,
covering with blue mist.
Other hills are standing apart, behind.
A narrow spring flowing
through the midway
to an unknown land.
My eyes are dazzling
to see the glittering river
which... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 6 months ago
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Tomorrow.
Tomorrow, what should you give me?
A cloudless day with bright sunlight
or a day with mist
that will bring me plight.
Tomorrow,if you are a foreteller,
i am worried to know the fate
which is destined by unfamiliar agents.
tell... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 6 months ago
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The lier immortal.
The flower which is on the tree,
is always evaluted with beauty.
But when it is shedded,
then it is trampled.
When the sun is at zenith,
the shadow is disappeared
but when the sun declines to west
shadowy sprits dance... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 6 months ago
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Unrest mind.
She is living in different world.
I am this mundane world
to bear only her memories.
It is painful, very painful.
It squeezes my heart.
Spoils my peaceful sleep.
Her daily uses are seem to me prickly thrones.
Which hurt... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 6 months ago
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Dust in my eyes.
When a tiny dust,
caused of my eyessore
and a small thorn
prevented me to walk anymore.
Then i thought the tremendous
srtength of those insignificant things.
They were trivial
but causes of my sufferings.
Nothing is... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 6 months ago
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New lesson.
The boy was trying to climb up the tree
but his efforts were in vain.
The more he was trying,
the more he became uncertain.
His face became red and hot.
He might have become tempted.
The repeated unsuccessful efforts
made his... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 6 months ago
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Water bubbles.
The rainbow colour bubbles
flying in air lightly,very lightly.
The little boy wanted to have them,
trying to catch dellightly.
But they were all bursting,
one after one in his hand.
He became disheartened
and his smile was... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 6 months ago
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When silence is shattering after rain.
Every water droplet was
glittering like crystal diamond.
Falling from the foliages
on the undergrowth hedges.
Few of them were falling
on the water puddles.
Making a rhythmic sound,
which was... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 6 months ago
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Waves.
Waves are pouncing upon rocks
which are stood on sea shore.
They are trying again again
untill they make cracks.
The sun warmed sands waiting eagerly
when brakish water will soak them
and they will be entertained
with sun bath... – by Swàrup Bhattacharya | 3 Views added 6 months ago
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The tree
The tree is painted red at dawn and dusk
but at night it is painted silvery
and never fail to show its glory.
Sun peeps on the top of it,
Moon through its boughs.
The leaves sighs when soft wind blows.
The flowers adorn the... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 0 Views added 6 months ago
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The express.
The express is going like palanquin,
dancing lightly very lightly
and running miles after miles delightly.
Number of coaches are allied
and their synchronised dancing
makes spectacle,eye soothing.
The sunlights are... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 0 Views added 6 months ago
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The tribal man.
I saw him with naked upper part
which was sun warmed.
His black body was sleeked down
as if black rock sun soaked.
He was graced with
matted hair and deep pool eyes.
His innocent smile was
the elixir of painsive moods.
... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 5 Views added 6 months ago
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The water weeds.
The pond covers up
with green water weeds.
Sun light never penetrates.
The violet flowers on green
evoke a sense of colour, contrasting
and a superfluous breeding.
I am confounded to see the tenacity
Of those water... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 6 months ago
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The women.
Their waists were swaying like cradles.
They were walking with amorous gait,
balancing number of pitchers on their head.
Yonder,the sky tinged with red.
They were going like puppets,
tied with number of strings.
They had same... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 5 Views added 6 months ago
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The cane basket.
Still I have the battered basket
which is made of cane.
It was belonged to my grandpa,
very old was the frame.
My grandma had many valuable things
but it was the most.
She wanted to save it
from sun and rain at any cost.... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 6 months ago
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Never return as human beings.
If I can shed tears for others like sky,
then my eyes will be brimed with water
and stop never.
Flowers have short span of life but precious.
If I can bloom like flowers.
I'll win the heart of others.
If I... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 6 months ago
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My dream place.
I can't stop my mind
to fly over the place
where sun never hides his face.
Where the butterflies and dragonflies
fly over the lush green grasses
and little children jump on water puddles.
Where on the trees
hang birds... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 0 Views added 6 months ago
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Change for a while.
I threw a stone into the pond.
The stone splashed some water
and plunged into the deep.
Then the pond fell into deep sleep.
Then i threw another.
It created ripples like the other one.
Then it also plunged into deep
... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 6 months ago
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Railroad.
You go towards horizen
under scroching sun and torrential rain
but your life is not in vain.
You take heavy load
on your back day and night
but still you keep your instinct to fight.
The length you run ahead,
you go... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 0 Views added 6 months ago
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