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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

by Swarup Bhattacharya

added by swarup
3 days 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."


by Swarup Bhattacharya

added by swarup
11 days 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.


by Swarup Bhattacharya

added by swarup
24 days 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...

by Swarup Bhattacharya

added by swarup
1 month ago


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

added by swarup
1 month ago

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