Mother,the great fighter.
I saw a grim fighter
when a mother bird
was trying to save her babies
from a cruel hunter.
I saw a poor mother
feeding her children
begging crumb of food
from another.
When a lion
attacked a baby deer,
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Deer.
They are so agile,
even air remains lag behind.
Legs are like four wings of bird.
They are armed with horns
which are like branches of tree,
can be their cause of hindrance to flee.
One can be attracted
by their dremy eyes
which... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 1 day ago
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Liar.
If some would ask him
about his marks in each subject.
He never told right one.
Fifty one turned into ninety one.
Unfortunately he couldn't remember it
and established himself as liar.
So his evil effort became vain.
What more a... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 0 Views added 1 day ago
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Thirst of love.
Someone was riding at night
going through a wood.
The full moon was on the sky.
The night owl startled
and made hooting sound.
One could hear clattering of hooves
from long distance.
After reaching outskirt of forest
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Kleptomania.
He had a habit to steal,
at least one thing everyday,
when he went to school.
If it wasn't pen then pencil,
book or exercise book,
he stole from his friends
and satisfied his evil will.
He couldn't resist his temptation
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Why do I love her?
I love her
though she is not an angle.
She possess all the characters
like mortal fairies.
I love her
though she sneezes, yawns.
Sometimes she abuses.
Even she argues.
She doesn't talk always politely.
Somebody... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 3 Views added 3 days ago
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Curling Smoke.
You sore high like a bird
with your black and white wings
and you whispere in the ears of air,
originates from a factory near.
When you rest on the sky brest
and paint it black,
the polution level increses,
vital power,the... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 0 Views added 4 days ago
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The goldflinch.
Till the end of the night,
the earth was painted with black & silver colours
but when the sun appeared
the earth was again painted with gold flares.
The fruits were turned into gold.
The tree leaves were smeared with gold.
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The mother tree.
The air was blowing
with a high velocity.
Thrust of wind was accompanied
with fierce howling.
The three baby birds were silent in fear
as the mother bird didn't return home.
The nest was hidden in leaves on a branch
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Hope for changes.
The tree was standing naked
as the last leaf fell on the ground.
It was a solitary tree
So the chilled air sighed.
The tree was waiting for the spring
which would cover her with leafy rob.
She knew her helplessness
so... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 5 days ago
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My futile youth.
I weared away my youth in trifles
as nature never appealed me.
I never stooped and picked up
when Robin bird dropped its feathers.
My mind never appealed to gaze
how the trees were drenching
after a long draught in... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 0 Views added 6 days ago
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My leisure time.
Neither I like to go another place,
to seek my pleasure.
Nor I want kiths and kins
to spend my leasure.
I don't want electronic media
to spend my idle time.
I don't like to go cafe or resturant
to take my dine.
I... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 0 Views added 7 days ago
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The generous earth.
I was strolling along a mudy road,
of a village in an early morning
and I was in a relaxed mood.
I saw some velvety dewy grasses,
on the solitary village road side,
reflecting the sun lights like dimonds.
A naked... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 4 Views added 7 days ago
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The money plant.
You are living
under the same roof
with human beings togather
and enjoying a life,better.
Your life is secured
as you never face strong wind.
You are never threatened,
as thunder never fall on your head.
But you are... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 8 days ago
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The due respect.
Gold,you are arrogant.
You take pride of your beauty.
You think you are unparallel
as you are pretty.
But when dimond shines.
Your face becomes pale.
Then you bow to it
and you look stale.
But iron,you are suffering
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Ode to ornaments.
Anklet,you are frail
as you dance with dancer.
You pay your utter respect
to the feet of the dancing girl.
Nose ring,when you embrace
a dimond on your brest.
You shine under the sun
and increase the maiden grace.
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The poignant memories.
Once i visited the house
where I was born.
I was shocked to see
the dilapidated house
and those wobbly windows
where we stood every morn.
The colours of the house
the doors and windows were faded.
The tree was... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 9 days ago
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I am fond of red.
Flower I like you more
when you are robbed with red.
Then I find other flowers
not so beautifully robbed.
I find your lips
as colourful as coral
and like to suck your lips,
as it is red in real.
I like to see the... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 9 days ago
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Your love taught me to cry.
Droping tears from eyes
which were dry.
Your love taught me to smile
and kept the face bright
which was pale.
Taught me to stand
infront of mirror
which was only blind.
I was taught
to write love poems
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Unity in the forest.
Eagle,the bird of prey,
takes its speed from 0 to 40 mph.
and swoops down from higher
like sun ray.
It has fastest accilaration.
and appears like phantom.
It is attributed with short,rounded wings
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The shadowy figure.
Silhouetted against the room light
a girl was standing.
The glass window was closed.
Outside it was dark night.
I was watching from opposite building.
Then she started to move to and fro.
She kept her right hand on her... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 0 Views added 11 days ago
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The attic.
There was an attic
on the roof top of our next house.
In my childhood days,I thought it was haunted,
and made me little bit maniac.
There was a big palm tree
very close to that attic.
When the leaves were moved,
it seemed to... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 11 days ago
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Homemade foods.
I was keen for outside foods
from hotel or resturent at my teenage
because I found them more tasty
and became more and less crazy.
Homemade foods never satisfied my appetite.
So I begged my mother for some money.
It was my... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 12 days ago
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Unwanted growth.
I saw yellow flowers of weeds
on a moist crumbled wall
of a dilapidated house.
The flowers were ill breeds.
But they were well brought up
with the affection of sun and moon.
When mortal bodies
decided to give up them... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 0 Views added 12 days ago
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The rags picker boy.
I saw a boy of twelve or thirteen,
picking up rags from the dumps.
He was scerching among the dirts
as if scrounging some gold coins.
I came to know,
he was living in a slum.
Where light peeped hardly,
in the damp... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 3 Views added 13 days ago
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Poised life.
It was my childhood passion
to enjoy circus,
in winter with my parents,
after all my exams.
I was keen to watch,
a man playing on rope.
He balanced on it,
with his dexterity and hope.
I became awestruck to see
how a man... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 13 days ago
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My green patch.
I had a barran patch
infront of my house.
I never thought,
i could turn it into my choice.
Oneday I scattered some seeds of grams.
Sky spread modarate rains.
I was elated
when I saw some peeping heads.
Then I put into... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 14 days ago
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I wish for an isolated life.
I can't suppress my rebellious mind
when it is tormented by din and bustle of the city.
As I can't find here my own entity.
My heart sings for an isolated place
Where I'll shelter in a den
in a lush green glen.... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 3 Views added 14 days ago
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The school truant boys.
I like to see the faces
of school truant boys.
When others are infront of the grave teacher.
Then nature is their very near.
The trees,the ponds,the fields
are their mates.
and they are playing
with their... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 0 Views added 15 days ago
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The half eaten apple.
That day I saw a half eaten apple
laying on the side of the road
which was unable to fill the stomach a man
and unable to fill the stomach of cattle.
I kicked the apple
and it fell into a gutter.
I thought what could... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 0 Views added 15 days ago
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When I am tempted.
O, Moon I am tempted to see
how tenderly you are hugged
by the small pond.
You spend a fruitful night
when you take shelter
on the your beloved brest.
The ripplings of the water
makes me think
stirring up your of... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 15 days ago
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The dancing peacock.
I gazed and gazed and thought
If the rainbow was on the ground,
dancing and displaying its colours
when i found a peacock shaking its feathers.
The sunlights refleting on the feathers
and made it more glossy.
Had I... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 3 Views added 16 days ago
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Standing in the school assembly hall.
I was standing with other class mates,
in the school assembly hall
and singing with others.
My eyes were closed,
Hands were stretched.
Pair of legs were joined.
I heard the shuffling of legs
and... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 16 days ago
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Couldn't I be little kind!
I was writing an essay,
on a white page with a pen in ink.
Suddenly I made blink.
It was a mosquoto,
sitting on the white of the page
and swinging its stings in rage.
It tried to suck blood
but it was in vain... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 3 Views added 17 days ago
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The sky.
The gods and goddesses were living in the sky.
It was my fascination in my childhood days
when my quaries were endless.
If I could climb up the coconut tree.
I could touch the sky.
Then my childish dream would spread wings to fly.... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 3 Views added 17 days ago
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The postbox.
Still you were hanging on the side of a post office
with opened mouth and in red attire.
I couldn't find such pityful appeal before.
You were suffering for prolonged fasting
as you gulped very few letters
and had been... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 18 days ago
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Don't ask me to be wedlocked.
Don't ask me to be wedlocked.
It will mitigate my love fever
and i'll feel the love,far.
Don't ask me to be wedlocked.
This is only an earthly bondage
which will keep you and me in a small cage.
We will... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 18 days ago
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Silence,my trustworthy friend.
I am alone,
living under solitary state
but I never blamed my fate.
I speak with silence.
I weave dreams in silence.
I like to smell its fragrance.
It is the witness of my every eye drop.
It knows my... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 3 Views added 19 days ago
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I returned them to their mothers.
On the way of my school
there was a marshy land.
When I returned from there,
I observed jelly dirts on the isolated pond.
On the banks of the wet land,
the hedges grew up.
On the surface of water,
water... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 19 days ago
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Tribute to my mother.
The womb of my mortal mother
gave me shelter for ten months.
Now rest of the life I am under
the shelter of earth,my immortal mother.
My mortal mother gave me life.
My immortal mother saved it.
My mortal mother gave... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 0 Views added 20 days ago
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Still I hear the moaning sound.
One morning I heard whimpering in the air.
I jumped out of the bed and saw through window,
a big trunk was cutting very near.
It was spliting with a saw.
Two men were driving the tool
and making huge blow.
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The century.
The bowler took long steps
to throw the orb to the batsman.
The ball pitched few yards short
and the batsman hit it to boundary.
The crowd started hue and cry.
The batsman was knocking the door of a century.
He was another... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 21 days ago
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I am fascinated more with fireflies.
When I find the fireflies
in the dark bamboo groove.
It seems to me,the night sky descends with stars.
The fireflies mock,
the beauty of the night sky
and enjoys the closeness of human flock.
Night... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 21 days ago
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An apple of discord.
There was a wall
between two houses.
But the sky was same
and same was soil.
The mango tree leaned to other.
Its roots were at one side
but the fruits were at different
so the feud stopped never.
Once a thunder... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 22 days ago
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I was obsessed with love.
Love,I tried to find you,
in the fairy tales,
in my those childhood days.
I searched you,
in the heart beats of my beloved
and tried to remove the doubt which was clouded.
Love, affection I thought,
you were... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 4 Views added 22 days ago
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My never ending dreams.
My dreams must soar high
and display like rainbow.
They will play with various colours
but will never come low.
They will fly with the wings of birds
and will touch the sky.
Then they will be disolved into the... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 0 Views added 23 days ago
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Nothing is insignificant.
My mother peeled vegetables
and threw away the skins in the garden.
After few days I observed,
from those discarded,peeping few heads.
Gradually they grew up
and turned into matured
Then we started to gain... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 23 days ago
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Life,which is full of contrasts.
Once my place was inundated.
I found water everywhere
but not a drop to drink
and my thirst wasn't abated.
I saw a mother, enraptured.
Tears were dropping from her eyes.
These were the tears of happiness
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My daughter.
My eyes were brimmed with tears
and tears flooded my cheeks
when my daughter after marriage went to
father in law's house for many weeks.
She never left me alone
since her birth.
I bore her love
in my bosom with faith.
... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 115 Views added 24 days ago
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Alive with the memory of her husband.
I found a latter,
from the attic of my house
which was kept in a desk's drawer.
It was a letter,
of my grandfather
which was kept with every care.
My grandfather went to war.
He had to face the... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 0 Views added 24 days ago
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I lost my passion.
I had passion to take snaps.
Went to forest for taking
photos of ferocious wilds.
I went to deserts,mountains
and also eyes soothing seas.
Took number of photos.
I sent few of them in exibition.
Few were set in... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 25 days ago
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The love cycle.
After the day break when the sun smiles
and flirts with the earth.
The brests of the water bodies are heated
and the love is evaporated.
Then it reaches to a certain height
and the love is condensed.
Romes like love sick... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 25 days ago
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The significant life.
The candle was burning .
and shedding tears.
As its life was ebbing away,
it was crying.
But it was spreading light
in the dark room
and removing the darkness
Of the eerie night.
The moon light,which was... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 4 Views added 26 days ago
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The garland.
I saw a pale,dry garland
which was very seductive till the day break
when it was used for bed of roses,
now laying on the ground.
The pedestrians were stepping on its body.
It was trampled again and again.
It was... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 0 Views added 26 days ago
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The worth of life.
It is worthy to live like insence.
It burns itself to spread fragrance.
It is worthy to live like earth.
when it is exploited with Sun's and rain's wrath.
It is better to live like green shades.
As they provide shelter... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 0 Views added 26 days ago
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The owl.
I saw the nocturnal bird,
sitting in a cote of a tree.
The bird was hooting
as if it wanted to be free.
The bird was the messenger
of the dark night.
who knew only the dark side,
not the bright light.
Its eyes bore only the... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 27 days ago
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Rain to mitigate my upsetting mind.
The first shower came
as blessings to them.
They were mitigating their thrust
and were drenching like children
as if they were playing game.
They were the trees
standing on an open.
Through an open... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 27 days ago
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To mitigate the suffering.
If the earth is an anvil,
we are hammering by the sun in a furnace,
getting shape and becoming harder.
When the sun is hot and rigid
and whips on the back of the earth.
we endure it like slave labour.
If the... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 28 days ago
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My barran fate.
Once i bought a lottery ticket,
thinking to change my barran fate.
Then i plunged into dreams
and waiting for the result date.
The ticket number was 267.
2241 was its series.
On due date I was eagerly
serching the number... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 0 Views added 29 days ago
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The immortal creativity.
I saw him to draw
on a sketch paper.
At first he drew a line
which was very accurate and fine.
Then he drew few more.
I stood there silently
and guessed what could be the next !
Would he be at his best?
At... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 0 Views added 29 days ago
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Clouds,come to my town.
O,clouds come to my town,
covering with black vest
then shed your blessings
from heaven to down.
All the living beings will be grateful
and the earth will be prospered.
The dust particles will be subsided.
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Treasure.
I saw a woman collecting peas,
in the basket on her waist.
Her face was veiled
and blue mantle was upto knees.
She was picking up the peas,
with her fingers so swiftly
as if honey was collecting by honey bees.
She was singing... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 0 Views added 1 month ago
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The uncertain voyage.
I saw a wooden hulled boat,
floting on the surface.
As if it was skimming like sea gull,
over the foaming sea face.
The boat was tossing like rag doll.
The sail over its mast,
flapped like wings of bird.
The sea... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 0 Views added 1 month ago
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On those days.
Those were the days
when people would sit together,
under shadowy trees in summer afternoons
and would listen merry tales from elders.
Neither they had hot talks
nor they had arguments.
They would listen the tales
and lost... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 0 Views added 1 month ago
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Psalm of summer.
I hear the last cooing of the cuckoo
as the spring is on the verge of death.
I see the new sun of the Summer,
is rising with more confident and faith.
The sunflowers,zinnias, merri gold
are cradling in summer lap.
The... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 73 Views added 1 month ago
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My dream.
Once I saw a dream.
I was walking through a desert
and was thirsty severely
but couldn't find any source
nearly.
My throat became dry
and legs were almost numb.
I was fatigued and despaired.
My eyes became blurred.
I... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 1 month ago
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My tree my own child.
My tree is like my own child.
It's now tall and young.
The roots are very strong.
But once it was sapling.
The shoots were very tender.
So I fenced it to save from danger.
I watered it everyday.
Pruned it with my... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 0 Views added 1 month ago
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I want to steal your heart.
I saw a photograph,
you were standing under the pine woods
and the sun lit penetrating stealthily, through the conical creasts.
You were leaning against,
a thick shoot of a pine.
Your thick hair was kissing on... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 0 Views added 1 month ago
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The pond.
I saw the pond
under the shadowy trees.
As if the pond was taking rest
among the surrounding forest.
When the rain drops kissed on its brest
and the sun lit embraced it.
The pond water made circles
and sometimes flirtiously... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 3 Views added 1 month ago
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I can't reach you.
I enjoy the beauty of the sky
when it is tinged with red glow.
I am mesmerised to see the moon
when it is peeping behind the trees.
I gaze and gaze to the dew drops
which are glittering like dimonds on leaves.
The... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 1 month ago
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The woman.
The women with spects,
knitting wool in an winter afternoon.
Her hands are shaking.
She will be seventy very soon.
She came to this house,
fifty springs before.
Then the house was only one storey,
with single outdoor.
Now... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 4 Views added 1 month ago
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When I was seculated.
I was seculated,
sitting by a window.
Only the vast blue,
infront of me,stretching very low.
Suddenly a bird dropped from the sky.
As if it came down from the heaven
and sat on window sill.
Is it a bird of Eden!
... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 1 month ago
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Emotions.
I am always down by emotions.
Off and on I am pestered by sorrows
or pestered by elations.
When I am in grief.
Tears brim in my eyes.
I burst into tear to get relief.
When I am in joy.
my heart dances
like a little boy.
... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 3 Views added 1 month ago
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The sun is his friend.
A boy under a tree,
hanging on a bough.
As it is summer now,
The sun is very low.
The sun is his friend,
when it smiles,
he runs and runs
and making funs.
When he floats on water,
sun rays kiss on his body.
... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 1 month ago
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Devine love bonding.
I saw the old lady,
sitting infront of her house, feeding the different colourful birds.
and the birds were making bedlam chorus.
Few birds were sitting on her shoulders,
few on her legs and head.
The... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 0 Views added 1 month ago
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Discrimination.
They were all living together,
under the same roof amicably.
They had different thoughts,different aims.
But living togather gaily.
But suddenly one of them,
braged himself for his credit.
He wanted to prove,
he earned... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 0 Views added 1 month ago
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My horse.
Now my horse takes rest in his stable.
But once he was restless and nimble.
He ran as first as wind
and all other things stayed behind.
Sometimes I patted on his back.
He shook his neck and lifted one hind leg.
When I rode on... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 0 Views added 1 month ago
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Hospital.
I entered through a glass door.
A staff was pusing my wheel chair.
Then I got in an elevator.
When i reached by my bed
I saw many patients were lying on their bed
as if they were dead.
My nose sensed a pungent smell of... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 0 Views added 1 month ago
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My father's slippers.
My father had a pair of slippers
which he used at home.
Whole day they were busy,
I found them very crazy.
I heard their sounds,
when they striked against the heels of my father.
I envisioned my appraoching bother.
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My loose tooth.
Once I had a loose tooth
and I was suffering from toothache.
Blood was spilling out form its side.
Very often i tooched it with my tongue.
It was my front tooth
and had a feeling of uncooth.
When my mother came to... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 0 Views added 1 month ago
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The Rainbow.
When the rain was stop,
i found you in the sky.
As if you were flying with wings,
like a colourful butterfly.
I became transfixed and stupified.
Gaged and gaged to that phenomenon
and became wonder
if it would fly away anon?... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 0 Views added 1 month ago
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The consequence.
It is too hot.
To keep themselves cool,
people are buying cooler,
going to icecream parlour.
People are sitting infront of T.V.
or collecting information from mobile.
They are anxious.
as they think this is vicious.
... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 1 month ago
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Depressions.
When I was very young,
wanted to have sweet meats.
When I was deprived
then I became depressed.
In my youth,
wanted to meet with her.
When my ambition couldn't be fulfilled,
i became dipressed.
After completing my... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 4 Views added 1 month ago
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Only the beauty of the moon
can be compared.
Her beautiful face was covered
with her curly,cascade hair,
suddenly the face appeared
like a moon peeping through black lair.
She was smiling
as if the moon was shining.
Her two black eyes
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My old photograph
I had a photograph which was old.
It was a photograph of my youth
when I was bold.
In that photograph,
i was sitting relaxing way
with the face of content and enough.
My hair was curly
with dreamy eyes
and moustache... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 1 month ago
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Music in nature.
The stars were twinkling
as if they were singing with rythems,
accompanied by the moon
and the other celestial bodies.
The soothing wind was blowing,
producing serene music,
accompanied by the leaves
and making rustling... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 0 Views added 1 month ago
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The new world.
I jumped into a pond,
inside the water it was grey.
Only a streak of light was penetrating
and I came into a new world.
My eyes sight became blurred.
I pressed my lips,
lest i swallowed water.
My ears became stuffed.
I... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 3 Views added 1 month ago
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The grieving mother.
I saw a beruffled wings bird,
on a bough of a mango tree,
in my garden after a disaster.
It was shouting shrillingly,
like a grieving mother,
with a pain of losing its dear and near.
Its nest was destroyed
and fell... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 1 month ago
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Eternal love.
I saw two rose flowers,
tossing their heads face to face
as if they were flirting to each other,
just like two human lovers.
Oneday I found few dew drops on them.
Were they criying and consoling each other!
On that day I... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 1 month ago
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My cosy bed.
When I lay on my bed at night,
i feel that there is no other place,
can provide me such comfort.
It is soft and cosy.
Two soft pillows are with it.
They also remain busy.
The bed helps me to enter,
into dream world at... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 1 month ago
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My cosy bed.
When I lay on my bed at night,
i feel that there is no other place,
can provide me such comfort.
It is soft and cosy.
Two soft pillows are with it.
They also remain busy.
The bed helps me to enter,
into dream world at... – by Swarup Bhhattacharya | 2 Views added 1 month ago
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The mango tree.
I saw a mango tree
which was as beautiful as maiden.
The thick leaves seemed to me,
It was standing with spreading its thick hair.
The mango fruits were,
like her lofty brest,
hanging on the boughs
and tossing in... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 3 Views added 1 month ago
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The land under the scorching sun.
The scroching sun,
was tormenting the land
and turned into a furnace.
The living beings were suffering.
The non living beings were burning
and the sun was with merciless face.
I was standing by a barren... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 3 Views added 1 month ago
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Emancipation.
The bonsai tree,
which you can find in a small pot,
with stunned growth,
domesticated and never be free.
The bird,
Which you can find in a cage.
Its wings are clipped.
It sheds tears and remains sad.
The woman
who does... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 1 month ago
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The mysterious lane.
I was alone under a light post
and standing face to face.
The bright light flooded my visage.
The narrow lane seemed to me
a haunted place.
The every dark house like ghost
and the street like snake,crawling on chest.... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 0 Views added 1 month ago
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What more can I offer you?
O,God I'll offer you,
With my tear drops
Which will be like garland
Of cristal pearls.
What more can I offer you,
when sorrow and pangs,
always lead me down
and my constant companions?
But I want your... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 3 Views added 1 month ago
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Soon after stopping the rain.
It was incessant rain
but was stop suddenly.
There was an abnormal silence
and I felt a hevenly peace.
Still water was droping,
like crystal dimond pieces
from the moist leaves into a pond,
and making a... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 4 Views added 1 month ago
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Happiness.
Happiness is a word of five letters.
Though hardly we can find it in us.
But can find this word in many books.
A happy man never seek happiness.
He knows it is already in him.
So hanker after happiness is emptiness.
He knows... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 1 month ago
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Kitchen strike.
It was a strike day.
All the kitchen items
Were reluctant to work
from cauldron to fork.
They demanded rest for a day,
Like we the human beings.
As they found their jobs
fatique and monotonous.
They suggested Sunday
... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 3 Views added 1 month ago
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Smoke.
I noticed smoke in the woods
standing from a distance.
When i approached towards it,
I found fire in forest.
I saw,smoke curling up
from the cottage.
I found pieces of woods
using as fuels.
The chimney on the roof top,
giving... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 1 month ago
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The solitary forest path.
I want to walk through the pathless woods.
There will be no other sound,
except the sounds of shedding leaves.
The tall trees will stand like ghosts.
An eerie silence will prevail there
and the short grasses... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 72 Views added 1 month ago
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Adorable.
I was observing the enormous sky.
I found number of stars and planets,
hanging in the dark
and i was a sailor standing on a bark.
There were multiple twinkling dots.
It was impossible to count.
Though they were static
but also... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 1 month ago
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The fierce battle.
Suddenly there was a lightning,
In the deep black cloud.
It was night,
So the difference betweeen,
the sky and cloud was hardly founnd.
The zigzag lightning,
was like a sword.
As if an warrior,
took out the sword,
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I am in love with her simplicity.
Why do I love her?
Am i in love with her eyes?
"No,certainly not."
Then is it for her lips?
"It's wrong too."
What about her lofty brest?
"This is attractive
but not enough for me
to fall in love."
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Mysteries.
Sky is mysterious
when it hides its face.
Water is mysterious
when gloomy sky reflects on it.
Air is mysterious
when it sighs.
Forest is mysterious
when at night fireflies blink.
The old house is mysterious
when walls are... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 1 month ago
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Railway lines.
The railway lines
which are going with little gap
as if they have gone out of map.
They are going through planes,
river sides,over the bridges
sometimes through the ridges.
They are so generous,
open their brest
and... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 1 month ago
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My thoughts
My thoughts evaporate at night
and cover the sky.
They hang over the moon
and steal its beams very soon.
They haunt like ghost.
The stars blink their eyes
as if they are trembling in fear
and trying to hide behind clouds.
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The insects.
I observe how butterflies,
collecting necter from flowers,
flapping their beautiful wings.
The ants carring their foods,
in a deciplined way
and collecting their living for the day.
The spiders making the cobwebs
and... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 1 month ago
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Love letters
Love letters helped me
to develop my writing skill.
When I was early teen,
i was very keen.
I fell in love frequently
because those were childlish love
and started to write letter,
in my every new affair.
I always thought... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 1 month ago
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Soccer at night.
The goalkeeper bounced the ball
then took a half volley.
It was headed by opponent.
but misheaded in folly.
Then the MF(midfielder) reaceived the ball.
Looked left and right
and made a pass diagonally,
reaceived by... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 3 Views added 1 month ago
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Fire
Fire you ravage everything.
When you are angry,
You turn everything into ashes.
So none wants to see your angry envisages.
When a tall building is on fire,
it is destroyed.
The residents become shelterless
and the condition is... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 5 Views added 1 month ago
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Changing nature of my beloved.
Oh,nature you change your mood as fast as my beloved change her.
If in the morninng I find you one
then I find you different when night is near.
In the morning the soft breeze and pale light,
ally with your... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 1 month ago
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Beauty.
Instead of nightmare
when I get up morrow
and observe the red glow sky,
I enjoy the beauty with care.
When I am exhausted
under the scroching sun
I take shelter under bower.
it brings me repose very clear.
When under the hot... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 1 month ago
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The attribution of God.
That bird wanted immortality.
God of immortality blessed him.
The bird did't ask for immortal youth.
So the bird remained immortal.
but the ageing process made him old as natural.
The bird became old,weak.
Neither... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 1 month ago
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I want to be a fool.
"I want to be an engineer,
I will earn high
and establish far or near."
"I want to be a doctor.
I'll have reputation
and will establish far."
"In a navy,
or a good sports man!
Yes,I am ready."
My parents... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 1 month ago
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Footprint.
The road which is infront of my house,
is covered with dust
and still I can find the prints,
of my forefather's transiate feet.
The road is made of clay and dust.
It becomes muddy in rainy
and dry in summer
but it is the... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 1 month ago
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Footprint.
The road which is infront of my house,
is covered with dust
and still I can find the print,
of my forefather's transiate feet.
The road is made of clay and dust.
It becomes muddy in rainy
and dry in summer
but it is the... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 1 month ago
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The window.
Window,which is placing
to the south of my room,
is the only space,
through which i can enjoy,
the nature and its face.
In my childhood days,
when my mind flew,
with the free birds,
and floated with the clouds,
I withdrew... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 0 Views added 1 month ago
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The window.
Window,which is placing
to the south of my room,
is the only space,
through which i can enjoy,
the nature and its face.
In my childhood days,
when my mind flew,
with the free birds,
and floated with the clouds,
I withdrew... – by Swarup Bhattacharya. | 1 View added 1 month ago
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Nothing is permanent.
Oneday will come
when there will be no Sun.
There will be no light
and difference between day and night.
When the moon will not,
hang in the sky.
The stars and the shooting stars,
will not be matter of beautiful... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 1 month ago
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The elevator.
I had a fear to use,
the elevator of our building
as it was not only dirty and gloomy
but also creaking sound was producing.
So when I went to school,
i used the stairs.
I never thought of using the elevator
as it was a... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 1 month ago
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The sea as my friend.
The lazy waves of the sea,
lapping against the boulders.
In a sun soaked afternoon,
i was laying with lazy eyes.
I was laying on a couch,
in front of my window.
The lazy sea was laying,
under the sky which had... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 1 month ago
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My childhood dreams.
Don't wake me up
from the sleep of childhood.
Still I am listening the ghost stories,
from my one neighbourhood.
Don't wake me up,
as I am hanging on bough
of a tree with my friends.
The owner of tree is not neigh.
... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 1 month ago
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As I am alone.
Since the bigining of my life,
i found the sky different.
The flowers were dry
and trees were bent.
I never found the flowers colourful.
Never enjoyed the ice capped mountains.
The eyes soothing green grasses,
never... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 1 month ago
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The venomous tree.
I helped to grow up,
a poison tree in my heart.
It bore fruits.
I ate it and others were hurt.
It was grown vehemently.
I entertained the tree.
At last with its venom,
it poisoned me.
I became jealous to others.
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The uncertainty.
The train couldn't reach in time.
I was waiting at station.
So I left the place
and went by bus to reach by nine.
At the furthest corner of the sky was clouded,
and expecting a great shower
but the clouds were... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 2 months ago
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I am experiencing.
Neither my eyes are dazzled
by the glory of the sun.
The evening will fade into night
and the day will be without light.
Nor I get afraid to endless night.
The night is deep when it will end soon.
It is the another... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 4 Views added 2 months ago
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Bridal tears
The tears were rolling down
from her cheeks
as she was going away several miles.
It was the tears of leaving behind,
her father's home for ever.
She would come here often or never.
she saw one of her childhood friend.
She... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 2 months ago
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A gust of hot wind.
The gust of hot wind
came through the windows.
There was a sudden bang
and the windows closed their eyes.
The weather was stuffy.
A cloud of dust was rolling,
with few shedding leaves,
on the alley in that evening.
... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 0 Views added 2 months ago
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The hailing.
It was summer Strom
and was hailing heavily.
Each ice ball was very size of golf ball.
It was hailing crazily.
Sitting on a couch before a fire place,
i was observing through the window
and was shaking inside blanket
as the... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 0 Views added 2 months ago
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My dreams.
My dreams drop from the heaven
and ally with my mind.
My eyes shut their windows
and become blind.
They are blisses.
Drop down like dew drops
and shine in my mind,
like precious pearls.
My dreams change their roles.
In my... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 2 months ago
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Ode to clouds.
You wander like fluffy cotton in the sky.
You have no destination.
when you become angry,
you start to roar and cry.
Sometimes you play hide and seek,
with the sun and the moon.
The wind carries you on his chariot
and... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 2 months ago
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My frickle mind.
I thought to stop over chatting
because very often I slipped my tongue
and assumed I could lead a peaceful life.
I thought not to pay heed in every matter
and kept myself cool and calm
and felt lukewarm.
My eyes are my... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 2 months ago
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The transition.
I was standing on a
towering high building in the city.
It was twilight.
The day was approaching
The night was disappearing.
I could see red glow in the sky.
I could hear the chirpings of early birds.
I was mesmerised.
... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 4 Views added 2 months ago
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Thou art in my realisation.
Very oft I seek thee,
in the firmament,
and ask for 'thy' blessing.
I visit sanctorium,
as an devotee
and shade tears to see 'thy' devine stone.
I like to hear the Carols,
in 'thy' name,
and become... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 4 Views added 2 months ago
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Found myself warmer.
It was winter night.
We were on a forest trip.
I was sitting besides her,
infront of campfire,very near.
Fire was glowing on her face.
She was warming her hands.
I was mine.
The surrounding was fine.
She was... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 2 months ago
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Return my time.
If you want to leave me alone,
i'll not stop you.
My heart will suffer
but will not turn into stone.
Like the sunlight through window,
you entered my life,
and made my heart
free from dark and shadow.
I couldn't... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 2 months ago
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The last flower of the spring.
I saw the last flower of the spring
Which became pale.
Which was not as fresh as before
and became stale.
It couldn't bear anymore the scroching sun.
It couldn't bear anymore the warm air
And wanted the... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 3 months ago
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The bird of my heart.
The bird of my heart,
sings the song of love.
It ushers the spring,
in its dream.
The bird of my heart,
sings the song of sad.
It ushers the rain,
to hide its tear drops.
The bird of my heart,
when it is ruined,... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 0 Views added 3 months ago
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I like to have a change but not the love.
I am fascinted to see,
"How the face of the sun is peeping
from the edge of the ocean
and again how its face is sinking down."
I am fascinated to see,
"How the moon is behind the tree
and... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 3 months ago
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Time doesn't pardon anyone.
The dry flower was lying,
on the tree shade.
It became discoloured and fade.
But once it was fresh.
The colours were shining like rainbow.
The sun and the moon helped it to grow.
When it bloomed,
the... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 3 Views added 3 months ago
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The essence of the poems.
A poem is like a blooming flower
Which is opening its petels slowly
and spreading its glory.
When a poem is read repetedly,
gradually it opens its essence.
The readers enjoy every bit of sense.
It is the poem's... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 6 Views added 3 months ago
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Magnanimous.
I pay sympathy to candle the stick
who burns himself to spread the light.
But I amn't fascinated with the moon
who spreads light but doesn't burn herself anon.
Very alike there are many souls
who sacrifice their lives,
for... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 0 Views added 3 months ago
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Haiku.
Very oft I compare,
the beauty of the moon,
with the beauty of a maiden,
which not only dazzles our eyes
but also seduces our minds.
When the sun rises from the night bed
and the rays are slanting.
It looks like a maiden
who is... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 4 Views added 3 months ago
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When I was a school boy.
In my early schooldays,
Monday was my starting of,
tiring long journey of the week
and I felt boring and sick.
The first fivedays of the week,
was like five long years.
Saturday and Sunday the last two days.
... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 3 months ago
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The salvager
My umbrella designed with flora,
never been tired in sun or rain
and It saved my head,
from any mishappen.
It obeyed its duty,
for more than one decade.
Very often I lost my confidence
when my head was deprived from its... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 3 months ago
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The twilight.
I like the twilight,
When the day kisses the night.
When the sky embraces,
both the sun and the moon
and the light neither dim nor bright.
I like the twilight.
When the cranes return to their nests.
When the cattles... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 3 months ago
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The painful night.
The night conspires against me,
so the moon hides its face.
Even the silence conspires against me,
so the cicadas shouting with shrill voice.
The wind does not ally with me,
so it stops to blow.
The fireflies are not... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 3 Views added 3 months ago
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The lane.
The lane which is infront of my house,
In summer,it is covered with dust.
In rainy,it is covered with water.
But in spring time,
It looks much better.
In summer,it puffs dust.
In rainy,it bathes in rain water.
But in spring,
... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 3 Views added 3 months ago
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Jasmine,I am mesmerised.
Jasmine,you are the night companion,
of the moon.
When the moon dawns in the sky,
you smile at her anon.
You spread fragrance,
to seduce her.
You borrow colour,
though she is very far.
When night sky spread... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 3 months ago
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I was anewered by my heart.
When I asked my heart,
"Are you happy?"
He answered me with affirmation.
When I asked my heart,
"Are you sad?"
He answered me with negetion.
Then I asked my heart,
"If you are happy not sad,
Why do you... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 3 Views added 3 months ago
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Ode to February.
Every after four years,
we celebrate your birthday
and set one more candlestick,
for an extra day.
You shed tears off and on,
you are deprived from,
every year celebration.
But nature has granted you a better life.
So... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 3 Views added 3 months ago
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Ode to February.
Every after four years,
we celebrate your birthday
and set one more candlestick,
for an extra day.
You shed tears off and on,
you are deprived from,
every year celebration.
But nature has granted you a better life.
So... – by Swarup Bhattacharya. | 1 View added 3 months ago
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The wind.
Thou breathe hot in summer.
Thou bring temperature in the earth.
All the creatures art fainted
and suffering from high fever.
When thou sneeze in rainy,
thou carry moist.
The earth gets solace
and sky becomes cloudy.
Thy icy... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 3 months ago
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The weaver birds.
I saw some nests of weaver birds
hanging from a plam tree.
They were just like up side down pitchers.
Few birds were passing in
and passing out through the entrance.
The nests had beautifull texture.
The nests were... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 0 Views added 3 months ago
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Indomitable Summer.
It is like the step son of season.
When all are mesmerised
by the beauty of Spring,Autumn or Winter.
Even poets write either/or.
Summer has its own beauty.
It glorifies itself.
It is the young stage of season.
when... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 3 Views added 3 months ago
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When rain was dancing.
I heard the little steps,
of the rain at my door yesterday morning.
I opened the door,
gazed and gazed.
It was dancing rhythmically,
with the sounds of trumpets.
The trees were standing,
under a spell.
as if they... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 3 months ago
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The sleeping child.
The child is sleeping calmly.
Its face is smeared with innocence.
Mucous is bubbling from its mouth.
It is in dream world,
far away from mundane reality.
When it will awake,
it will try to stand on its legs
but it... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 4 Views added 3 months ago
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They were singing gaily
I was going through a forest path.
The path was muddy,
covered with dry leaves.
Bowing down trees from two sides,
made the road shadowy.
I was alone.
I was not unmindful.
I stepped slowly
lest I slipped and fell... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 3 months ago
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Spring as a great painter.
Spring,you paint the nature
With your colours.
You use your canvas and palettes.
When winter retires from the nature,
leaving the white canvas.
The earth looks pale and colourless.
Then you use aptly your... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 8 Views added 3 months ago
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Rest.
Very often the sun,
takes a short time recess
when he rests under shadowy cloud.
When the high tides of the oceans,
are not irritated and are pacified.
They are in rest.
After a long period of rain,
when the sky is tinged with... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 3 months ago
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The co existence.
I saw a dragon fly,
struggling in the sun rays.
Its one wing was hurt,
another was moving among flower in masses.
The two wings were starkly
Juxtaposed with active and inactive.
One was effective
and another was... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 0 Views added 3 months ago
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Walking down through the hill.
I was walking down through the hilly road.
The sun, going to sink beyond the yonder hill.
I was little bit tired
so I drank water from a flowing rill.
I sat down on a hilly road,
to see the downing sun.
I... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 3 Views added 3 months ago
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Nature acts me like friend.
I hear the murmuring sound of rivulet
which is running down.
I hear sighing of mountain trees
as if they mourn.
A rose tells me good love story.
When it is fully grown.
The nip in the air ushers me,
over of... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 3 months ago
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Nostalgia.
I lose myself in nostalgia,
When I recollect my bygone days.
which are covered with mists.
The green campus with flower beds.
Guava,mango trees with hanging fruits.
Singing birds on swaying branches.
Life was easy.
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The rain.
You reach solemnly
with flashing and thundering.
Like silver threads you pour down heavily.
The thirsty trees quench their thirst.
The gutters,ditches drink to fill.
You soften the earth crust.
You slip down
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Your beauty.
I can compare your beauty
with the ice capped mountains
which are so serene,so beautyful.
I can compare your giggling,
with sparkling strem
which is glittering in moon lit.
Your eyes can be compared,
with dark clouds
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The spring.
The cooing of the cuckoo,the herbinger of spring,announces the begining of the spring.
The hanging fog withdraws its curtain,
for the clear vision of picturesque beauty.
The cold rigid wind becomes soft
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It is ridiculous to me.
I saw a clay wick,
fighting with the night to stay alive.
I saw a bird, badly hurt in wings,
trying hard to fly.
I was surprised to see a helpless blind,
trying to cross the road.
I saw the smiling of the moon
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Ode to first streaks of dawn.
When first streaks of dawn
tinge the sky in yellow,
the earth gets new life.
The birds dip their wings,
in their hues.
The water bodies embrace
them cordially.
The flowers nod their heads
and greet them.
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Ode to night sky.
Thou art so vast,
very oft,I lose myself in thy vastness.
Thou art so kind,
Thou provide shelter to numerous orbs.
Thou beauty is so unprecedented,
even the tides of ocen,
try to kiss thy cheeks.
Thou eerie silence,
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Ode to mine first love.
Thou wert very simple and innocent
so thou forebore suffer.
Only tear drops wert witness of thy pangs.
Allying with spring,
thou embraced the heart.
The soothing breeze mitigated thy temptation.
Still I canst... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 3 months ago
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Ode to thy eyes.
When thou ope thy eyes,
It seemeth two flowers art
opening their petals early in the morrow.
When thy eyes shed tears,
It seemeth dropping of dew drops,
from the pettels of flower
to the brest of earth.
The nocturnal... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 3 Views added 3 months ago
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Ode to rose.
Thou art fitted with thrones,
Still thy beauty surpluses thy guilt.
Thy beauty is adored along thy thrones.
Thou art possesing virtues and vices.
Thou art painted with hues.
The dew drops adorn thee.
The nature is... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 5 Views added 3 months ago
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Please excuse him.
Please don't blame him
as late riser.
At least he gets up,
before the sun peeps from the Zenith.
Don't tease him
as a sloth
as he misses the train everyday,
to go to office.
Please don't blame him
as a glutton.
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As I am a human.
I make mistake
and I rectify it
because I am human.
I cry.
I smile.
I become envious.
I become kind.
I fall in love very often.
I quarrel with my friends.
I dream to win the world.
As I am a man,
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A successful journey.
When a song is liked by millions.
Playing by almost every youngster lips.
Then we cheer the name of the singer.
The singer gets a good return in cash.
He is awarded.
Even the composer,music director,everybody is... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 3 Views added 3 months ago
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When I am down by circumstances.
When the earth becomes hot and warm
and all the creatures are exhausted
then refreshing and soft breeze ,
rejuvenate the condition.
When we hear the voices of crows,
for days continuously.
Then voices of... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 3 months ago
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I am not obsessed with outer robe.
Oysters are netted
by the fisherman
and are thrown away.
But sometimes we find
perls inside of them.
Sometimes cuckoo is
mistaken as crow
but when it coos
instead of cawing,
it mesmerises us.
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The stranger.
The bird was a stranger to me.
It used to sit on my window.
Then it made twittering sounds
and flew to the infinite.
It used to come almost at fixed time everyday.
I observed it intently.
It greeted me flirtiously
and... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 3 months ago
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The phenomenons of nature.
When It is too dark.
The moon is covered with cloud.
The fireflies light their torches
and remove the darkness.
When the rainbow disappers.
The earth looks colourless.
The butterflies display their wings,
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Love glorifies itself.
She didn't know my language.
I didn't know her too.
She wasn't from my religion.
She had different customs.
But the look of her obsessed me.
I was seduced.
My mind was in dilemma.
But my heart alluded me.
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Find faults.
If you find any flower
which has shattered before blooming
and laid on ground.
It is the fault of spring.
If you build,
sand castle on the beach
and it will destroy.
It is your fault.
If you fall in love
Which will find... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 3 months ago
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O,God,bless me.
My every hope is like sand castle.
They are washed away by the strong waves,pouncing on the beach.
and I stay in hopeless condition.
When shooting stars are showered.
I close my eyes and wish
but like shooting stars,
my... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 5 Views added 3 months ago
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The beautiful landscape.
The kingfisher watching with patience,
sitting on a branch.
I am watching the bird with immense
patience sitting on a couch.
The reflection of the greeneries
is falling on water.
It is attracting my eyes
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Trustworthy.
We can earn wealth.
We can find thousand caskets of wealth.
Still we can lose it.
We can acquire knowledge
and can have tremendous intelligence.
Still our brain can be totally blank at age.
We can earn fame.
Oneday we can... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 0 Views added 3 months ago
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Revival.
I hear the cooing of cuckoo
which was choked in winter.
Now it is time for the winter to go
and spring to come near.
I hear the rustling sounds of leaves
which were silent in cold.
Now the usher of spring announces,
the nature... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 3 months ago
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I am my own best friend.
I sought my friends.
I sought my constant companion.
I sought my well wishers.
Now my friends are settled somewhere.
We are living in different world.
We are leading different lives.
My mother was my constant... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 3 Views added 3 months ago
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The first death anniversery.
It was her first death anniversary.
He was standing,
infront of her garlanded photo.
His eyes were brimmed with tears.
Eye drops were falling on her
folded hands,rolling down her cheeks.
He knew,she was... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 3 months ago
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Still I am obsessed with her love.
She invaded my heart
like an intruder.
I was arrested by her amorous look.
she plundered my heart
and stole my love
which was kept like precious stone.
Then she left me forever
and raveged my life
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My pussy
My pussy roaming round through out the day
but after evening she has different attitude.
She is prowling in my room.
In day light you will find,
her eyes very gentle
but at night they blaze.
During the day she pretends,
she is... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 3 months ago
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Bugbear Math.
Math was his bugbear.
In his math classes,
he perspired, perplexed
as if needed water few glasses.
When his teacher asked him
to explain formulas of aljebra.
He stammered,
only could utter bla... bla....bla.
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My warm companion.
I find everything very chill in winter.
The sun light is dim
as if it has surrendered to cold.
The trees are burden with snow.
The roads are covered with snow.
The birds are shaking the ice pellets from their wings.
I... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 4 Views added 3 months ago
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Uncle Podger.
The spects were hanging,
on my nose since long.
I was searching every coner
and made the room topsy turvy.
The pen was kept in my shirt poket
but I was serching desperately.
I lost my temperment,
made hue and cry.
As I... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 5 Views added 3 months ago
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Change of time destroyes arrogance.
Oneday I came across with a man
who informed me about,
the Aral sea in an Asian country
Which had dried up.
Now we could see stretching vast sands,
instead of watermass.
Few broken ships were anchored... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 6 Views added 3 months ago
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Change of time destroyes arrogance.
Oneday I came across with a man
who informed me about,
Aral sea in an Asian country
Which had dried up.
Now we could see stretching vast sand,
instead of watermass.
Few broken ships were anchored on... – by Swarup Bhattacharya. | 1 View added 3 months ago
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My valantines day.
Still I can remember the day
when I put red rose in your bun.
I was tantalised to get the,
fragrance of your hair.
When I held my hands,
with your soft hands,
i was assured.
When I kept my head on your brest
where I... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 3 months ago
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The noble death.
I know the sky is so vast,
that the multiple no.of starts,planets,
are dweling on his brest.
The lush green plane is so large,
Innumberable plants are,
anchored on it.
The oceans are so unfathomable,
even the scuba... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 7 Views added 3 months ago
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The mighty death.
I know the sky is so vast,
that the multiple no.of starts,planets,
are dweling on his brest.
The lush green plane is so large,
Innumberable plants are,
anchored on it.
The oceans are so unfathomable,
even the scuba... – by Swarup Bhattachaya | 4 Views added 3 months ago
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Wind,why are you so partial?
It is the same wind
that helps to fly her locks
but sighs in my ears.
It is the same wind
that carries cool breeze for her,
carries hot and humid to me.
Wind,you carry,
beautiful fragrance for her
but... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 11 Views added 3 months ago
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Moon,I find you as my playmate.
Moon you are stigmatised
but you flood the earth with glory.
You console the lovelorn hearts.
You crown the heads Of the,
dew grasses and foliages.
I pay you,my gratitude.
Sometimes you are, overshadowed by... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 8 Views added 3 months ago
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Blessings.
I saw the vast infinite in a winter evening.
No, I didn't take any help.
I,observed it in naked eyes.
As the sky was clear,
I could point out even the milky way.
I was astounded and
found the mystery very obscured.
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Daily passengers.
Thousands of passengers are, coming by train in the morning.
They are zest,lively, vigour
as they are going to start a new day.
Everybody has their own destination.
They are walking briskly.
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My mirror.
I stand infront of a mirror,
which is as old as I.
It is the witness of all my past.
Still I can see on reflection,
a boy of ten combing his hair.
His two eyes are full of childish dreams.
I can see on reflection,
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The warm from inside.
It was a blizzard.
Very few were outside.
All the trees were looking white painted.
The icicles were hanging from roofs.
Few birds were shaking,
their wings, sitting on branches.
I saw through my window pane,
a man... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 0 Views added 4 months ago
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My destiny.
I had doubt,
if there was rebirth
as i wanted to enjoy,
only this life.
I had different options,
infront of me.
so I asked my conscience
and got an answer.
My conscience answered me,
"You proceed on your own accord.
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Different sounds of my childhood days.
Still I am obsessed with the,
different sounds of my childhood days.
Still those sounds are ecoing my ears.
Early in the morning my sleep broke with,
the sounds of 'jingling'
when my mother washed... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 4 months ago
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A gift of Magi.
I couldn't help to find out
if it was real or unreal
but appeared as nightmare.
My mind was tormented.
My heart was doomed.
I was slacked.
The night seemed to me endless.
The dense dark caused me saffocating.
It was... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 0 Views added 4 months ago
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O,my lady please return.
My bed room is gloomy.
My heart is burdened.
All the articles,standing
as if they are all shocked
and due to utter shock,
they have become standstill.
The fireflies are trying to,
moke the patches of dark,
with... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 4 months ago
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A misty recollection.
The early morning was,
covered with dense fog,
and the beauty was hidden.
When the fog was disappeared,
my eyes were dazzled,
with the beauties.
I was mesmerised to see,
the crowned green grasses.
Two crows... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 4 months ago
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We are taught from nature.
I turned many pages of geography.
I browsed over the Atlas,
and I had acquired ideas,
about different location.
I had no.of books.
My shelves were,
crammed with books.
I braged myself.
But when I visited... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 3 Views added 4 months ago
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Let me enjoy this night.
O beloved, let you see,
the night embraces the moon.
The night sky kisses the,
ripling water of the river.
The soft breeze is sighing,
like lovelorn heart.
Yonder, the trees kissing,
each other lips.
When... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 4 months ago
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We should ignore backbiting.
Two frogs were walking along the road
and were engrossed in conversation
so they couldn't notice,
a deep and big ditch.
So both of them fell into it,
and couldn't come out.
They became disheartened
and kept... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 3 Views added 4 months ago
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Flowers,you are blessed.
When the sun rises,
the roses greet 'Him',
and the sun blesses,
them with multi hues.
The dahlias also greet,
the sun and bow.
Get the boon from,
the eaternal golden glow.
But the sunflowers are,
more... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 3 Views added 4 months ago
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The generous nature.
I saw a river,
which was very narrow,
and bothsides of the river,
Were conjusted with people.
The people of the bothsides,
had the same tradition,culture
but they were belonged to different nations.
The boder... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 4 months ago
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The Moderate seasons.
Amidst two extremities,
summer and winter,
there are some interlinked months
which glorify at their own time.
Autumn and late Autumn
come after rainy and before the winter.
They stay for few months
and make their... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 3 Views added 4 months ago
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The reviving of the earth.
After a long exhausted period
when the earth takes recess,
for a short period of time,
the nature also negotiates with her.
The sun releases dim light.
The trees shade their green foliage.
The hybernators go to... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 7 Views added 4 months ago
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The boon of the earth.
When the azure infinite,
is veiled with nimbus cloud.
When the earth crust,
emites the odour of soil
and the atmosphere is somber,
It is the pre disposition of torential pouring.
The eye dazzling flashing,
The ear... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 4 Views added 4 months ago
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The agile deer.
The young deer running,
through the grass land,
and enjoying the free air.
Though he is with his team mates,
but sometimes he runs ahed of them,
to enjoy the air of independence.
He can trample all the grasses.
He can... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 3 Views added 4 months ago
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An old tiger.
The old tiger in the cage,
gasping and sitting idly,
often licking its paws,
and thinking about his glorious past.
Sometimes he is poked by some nuisance from outside the cage.
Few grimace at him.
Few immmitate his voice.
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A valueable life.
A herd of cattle,
Was grazing in a dry land.
The grasses were not abundant,
as the rain was inadequate.
Now they had to go,
to the north for grazing
as there was a big grazing ground,
full of green grasses.
But... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 3 Views added 4 months ago
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The photograph.
I went to a forest alone
and set up a camp
to stay there for few days.
My intention was to keep myself away,
from any social and family tention
as I was already perturbed.
At night inside the camp,
under a... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 5 Views added 4 months ago
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My new world.
I want to go to an island,
which is a solitary place.
I'll have only the sun,the moon
and millions of stars as my friends.
I'll greet the sun with the birds at dawn
when the sky will be tinged with red glow,
I'll be... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 0 Views added 4 months ago
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My new world.
I want to go to an island,
which is a solitary place.
I'll have only the sun,the moon
and millions of stars as my friends.
I'll greet the sun with the birds at dawn
when the sky will be tinged with red glow,
I'll be... – by Swarup Bhattacharya. | 2 Views added 4 months ago
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A friend in need is a real friend.
When we are down by problems,
then we will experience,
three types of characters.
One who really pays sympathy,
towards our problems,
and will not show surprising apathy.
One who will provid us,
some... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 4 months ago
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The moral lesson.
Once a grandpa was sitting,
under the sun to get the warmth.
His grandson ran to him,
and nagged him to tell a story.
The grandpa asked him,
to sit beside him
and gave him a moral lesson.
The two wolves are always... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 4 months ago
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The significance of small contribution.
If we can't be sunlight
and illuminate the whole world,
then we can be lamplight
and spread the light in a small place.
If we can't be moon beam
and glorify the night.
Atleast we can be candle... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 6 Views added 4 months ago
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The pole star.
I found you cold
and as static as old.
But once you were young,
all the ships worked under your direction.
When the ships lost their ways,
only you rescued them.
So all the navigators bowed to you
and you took pride of... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 3 Views added 4 months ago
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My guitar
My guitar plays the tune,
With the accompaniment of my mind.
His every string knows,
the every feeling of my mind.
When my mind is upset,
He produces melancholic tune.
But when my mind is brimming in joy,
He releses mind... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 4 months ago
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The unfolding of mysterious night.
It was a dark night.
It was so dark
even I could catch every patch of dark.
The stars were twinkling with a rhythm.
The moon was shining brightly
but the moon seemed to be mocking me.
I heard a... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 5 Views added 4 months ago
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Timeless journey.
If I get in a wrong train,
I must get down from it,
as fast as I can
otherwise the distance will be far.
I'll not keep my friendship
If my friend can't evaluate it
and destroy my trust
because true foe is better than... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 4 months ago
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Waiting for more springs to come.
I am repenting for the springs
Which I couldn't enjoy
as it came before my birth
and went away.
It came with the mesmerised flowers.
It came with the soothing songs of birds.
It came with the soft breeze
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When after long time we are standing face to face.
After long twenty five years,
when you and I,standing face to face.
I find lot of changes in you.
Yes,it is after long twenty five years.
Your cascade black hair has turned into gray.
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Tribute to humble grasses
You are trempled by the feet,
numerous time in a day.
But you are so humble,
every time you bow your heads.
Dew drops take shelter,
on your heads,
and glitter in sun light like dimond.
on the heads of venomous... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 4 months ago
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When he is fifty.
A man of fifty years,
what does he want?
Does he want good reputation?
Or high rank in the society?
Or life style like celebrity?
Good education of his children?
Better health of his wife?
What more does he need in... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 4 Views added 4 months ago
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The crow.
It is peacock which looks beautiful
as its feathers are very colourful.
The sparrow living close to man
so they are called constant companion.
We can hear cooing of cuckoo in the morning,
they are called usher of spring.
... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 4 months ago
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The pets of my uncle.
My uncle had many pets.
He was always busy with them,
from the begining to end of the days.
His pet dog pestered him always
but he never became annoyed
and never tried to get rid of him anyways.
The pussy cat was... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 4 months ago
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My Grandpa.
My Grandpa is now ninety years old.
When he was young,
he used to go for hunting.
Once he thought to hunt tiger.
He took shelter in a village to get rest
which was on the edge of a forest.
Oneday at night when he was... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 4 months ago
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The revange.
The leopard perched on the branch of the tree.
Its intention was to attack,
the nest of the hawk.
It wanted to eat the baby hawks.
Mother hawk went to hunt its prey,
so it would return at break of day.
The condition was... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 0 Views added 4 months ago
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The hope.
He was flourished,
in his business.
His family never felt any crisis.
His family was very happy
and lives were pleasant and briight.
They never spent any sorrowful night.
But suddenly his business was down.
He and his family... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 4 months ago
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The long departure.
The train is waiting to depart.
He is standing on the door
and his better half on the station floor.
The Soldier with his uniform
and a rucksack on his shoulder.
His darling is standing near.
His stern face is wan.
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My journeys.
I wish to fly over the land,
which will be full of greeneries.
They will hail me,
to stay with them free.
I wish to fly over waterbodies.
where my reflections will be clear.
I will soop into water,
and will drench my every... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 4 months ago
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When earth is cosuming energy.
The light of the sun is mellow,
and the land is wrought with dense fog.
A chilled silence is everywhere,
as if life won't return ever.
The trees are standing naked.
Few number of birds are drowsing,
sitting... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 0 Views added 4 months ago
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The last tears.
The baby giraffe playing,
and eating nimble grasses.
It's mother standing near,
trying to get the smell of approaching danger.
The baby has no experience,
about this mundane earth,
but the mother is trying to save,
her... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 3 Views added 4 months ago
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Addressing the girl who is sketting.
O maiden,thou art flying,
like a bird in the azure infinite,
Unfolding thy feathers,
amongst the uprors.
Thy upper & lower limbs art,
like swaying boughs.
The cool air thrashing on thy brest
and... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 4 Views added 4 months ago
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Now and then.
Then we had black & white television,
with big frame
and queer name.
We had land phone,
with minimum facilities
but better affinities.
Were facinated by 'Ambassador.'
This was the model of car of old days.
It Was very... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 4 months ago
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Then and now.
Then we had black & white television,
with big frame
and queer name.
We had land phone,
with minimum facilities
but better affinities.
Were facinated by 'Ambassador.'
This was the model of car of old days.
It Was very... – by Swarup Bhsttacharya | 0 Views added 4 months ago
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The caged bird.
Two village Lads were fighting
over a bird,which is encaged.
The elder wanted to free it
but the younger wanted to keep it.
Their mother noticed that.
Then interfered the matter.
Scolded the elder.
The elder one didn't... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 4 months ago
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The two orphan boys.
They used to do odd jobs.
They were two brothers,
both of them were early teenagers.
I was stuck to see,
they were earning,
since morning to evening.
While I was polishing my boots,
from the younger.
I asked him... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 3 Views added 4 months ago
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Oh,love you are unstoppable.
I saw a young boy,
about nineteen or twenty,
sitting on the bench of a park,gesturing.
As if he was expressing something.
I become astounded and inquisitive.
went close to him,
to observe the matter not only... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 4 Views added 4 months ago
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The violinist
The violinist played his violin,
sitting in the corner of a street.
Whatever trifle earning he had,
he could fulfill his bread and meat.
The man was not alone.
a pet dog was his companion,
came and sitting by the violinist
... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 4 months ago
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The free bird.
The boy wanted to snach the purse.
but couldn't
because he couldn't control his balance.
He fell down.
Then piked up by the lady,
who was still steady.
Then she dragged the boy with collar,
at her home,
where she lived... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 4 Views added 4 months ago
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The flower girl.
She was a flower girl,
Selling flowers on the corner of a street.
She talked in rustic accent.
Every morning I bought flowers from her.
Oneday she requested came to near,
she had some secret to share.
At first I didn't... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 4 months ago
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'Pema' of Bhutan.
When you won't understand
the meaning of your life.
When this mundane world,
Will hurt you liike a sharp knife.
Don't get dishurtened.
Browse over the information,
about 'Pema' of Bhutan.
Who is very much famous of... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 4 months ago
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The beautiful face.
I was travelling by train.
It was a reserved one.
When it stopped at a station.
A girl got in.
Her kiths and kins bade her good bye.
She was alone.
Suddenly I found,
she had no eye.
I was sitting by the window,
... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 4 months ago
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Paper manageries.
When I was little
and my brother too.
We were satlsfied,
over things of trifle.
Neither we had computer
nor any electronic gadget
but had the emotion,
for little manaoeuvar.
My mother was dexterous,
in making paper... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 0 Views added 4 months ago
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When I was detective.
In my early age,
I was passionate
by the detective stories of Holmes.
I was so passionate
I read the books
through out the nights,
till early dawns.
Even I made dispute,
with my brother
and very often not only... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 4 months ago
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The father of the trees.
The servent was the only one,
living in this old house.
The other members were in the town,
living their own.
In front of the old house,
there were number of trees.
They were looked after by the servant,
as the... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 3 Views added 4 months ago
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The daring girl.
She was girl of Indian tribal.
Lived in outskirt of the jungle.
Since her childhood
she had to do the struggle.
She had neither bettter qualities of food
nor better dresses,
still she never became thristy,
for these to... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 4 months ago
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The departed soul.
She was a sales girl,
selling match boxes,
as she was very poor
wore poor dresses.
She couldn't go back
until she could sell a single match box
as her father was very rigid person
and she couldn't coax.
It was... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 4 months ago
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A ghost story.
When I was little,
my grandpa told us ghost stories,
sitting in middle.
On those days in the evenings,
power cuts were very common.
So candle sticks were used,
in those frequent loadsheddings.
In the summer evenings,
... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 3 Views added 4 months ago
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Hitch hiker.
Once I was driving long.
The weather was pretty
and I was singing song.
Suddenly I was stopped by a hitch hiker,
who was waiting on the road side.
He lifted his hand
and I stopped the car.
He asked me to give a lift.
I... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 3 Views added 4 months ago
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She wants only her father
A father and a daughter
went to a village fair.
The little girl was attracted by everything,
from wooden toys to balloons in colour.
It was her dreamland.
Though her legs were going front
as she was attracted by... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 4 months ago
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Rebirth from ashes.
She wanted to commit suicide,
but couldn't
as at the last moment,
happened a piculiar incident.
She was hurt
by her beloved,
So she took the decision
Which was one in million.
She wanted to hang by herself.
but... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 5 months ago
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The last tributes.
The boy had a pet.
It was a good breed of dog.
The boy had a good friendship,
rather than mastership.
Everyday when the boy returned home,
after playing football.
The dog rushed to him like a gale
and wagged its tail.... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 5 months ago
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Pangs of separation.
Once in my childhood days,
I lost my ball
inside a bush.
When i did the hard push.
I searched it
every nook and corner
but I lost it for ever.
After that I started to cry
as if I lost a precious thing
and I was... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 5 months ago
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When you'll be alone.
Oneday will come
when you'll be alone
with my rememberences
and sigh over our remeniscences.
Our children will be busy,
with their own duties.
You will be absolutely free,
spend leisure time, sitting under this... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 5 months ago
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Friend.
Friend means,to whom we can keep trust.
Friend means,from whom we can get consolation when our tears will burst.
Friend means,we will get a heart
which will be not only tender,
but also green and vast.
Who will forgive us for... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 5 months ago
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Teacher and student.
Still I am obsessed,
with the memories,
of my old students.
They are in their own world.
I am in my own
but those memories came very often.
When they call me
Or meet me at my place,
I search from my memory,the... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 5 months ago
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Save our planet.
Oneday I saw a an sparrow
in a blissful morning.
It came close to me,
Was chirping.
I was sitting on doorstep,
enjoying sunlight,
hopping on two legs,
it came to me with little steps.
I spread some grains.
It... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 3 Views added 5 months ago
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Satisfaction.
A lay man was very sad and upset
as he had to take crutches to walk.
He wished to have two good legs
to walk very straight.
Oneday he saw a man walking with gait.
He wore a pair of polished shoes.
The lay man saw his own... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 5 months ago
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2024, everything is your.
Good bye,everybody
I am 2023,leaving you forever.
Whatever I have
I'll not claim ever.
2024,I know,you'll enjoy now
the spring, which is the bliss.
You'll suffer in winter,
when it'll kiss.
Few seasons,you'll... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 5 months ago
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Arise your humanities.
This is the week of celebration.
Everybody is in cheering mood.
Grand father to grand son.
The houses are decorated.
The rooms are adroned.
Hotels, restaurants are crowded.
People are eating,drinking.
Are... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 5 months ago
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Haunted house.
I entered in a house
Which was very old and dilapidated.
It was called haunted.
The house had shabby appearance.
The walls were crumbled.
The roof was damaged.
The stair case was
Shrouded in the dark
so I couldn't... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 3 Views added 5 months ago
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Welcome 2024.
Welcome 2024.
I want full of happy days and many more.
I want new born babies,
will get an earth
Which'll be derth
of sorrows and cries.
I don't want a planet
where the children will face,
another destructive war
which... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 15 Views added 5 months ago
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I am 2023.
Good bye everybody,
I am 2023.
Don't disregard me as hoary.
I know all of you
are waiting for 2024
as you never met him before.
New is always wecome.
Everybody wants to forget old
because considers it as cold.
I... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 4 Views added 5 months ago
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Aheading towards eternal sleep.
A new year means,
Our few more hair will turn into gray.
Our skins will turn into more wrinkle.
Our eyes will be less bright,
and we'll be ahed one step to eternal night.
A new year means,
Our thoughts... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 5 months ago
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I am always haunted by fear.
Fear of men.
Fear of women.
Fear of animals.
Even fear of car.
I always suspect men.
When they come at my home,
I think they have hidden intention.
I have tremendous allergy
to the friends of my wife
as I... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 5 months ago
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This new year for budding flowers.
This new year for budding flowers
who'll bloom tomorrow
Underthe spell of gentle showers.
Many of them were perished
When unrestrained spell of last few years,
Causing theirs diminished.
They are the... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 5 months ago
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Save wastage.
Every year millions of children,
died out of malnutrition.
On the other face of the world
there are food festival and celebration.
There are tons of wastage foods,
laid in bins
There are millions of unfed children
and... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 5 months ago
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Save wastage.
Every year millions of children,
died out of malnutrition.
On the other face of the world
there are food festival and celebration.
There are tons of wastage foods,
laid in bins
There are millions of unfed children
and... – by Swarup Bhattacharya. | 5 Views added 5 months ago
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This new year for budding flowers.
This new year for budding flowers
who'll bloom tomorrow
Under spell of gentle showers.
Many of them were perished
When unrestrained spell of last few years,
Causing theirs diminished.
They are the... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 6 Views added 5 months ago
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Welcome 2024.
Welcome 2024.
I want full of happy days and many more.
I want new born babies,
will get an earth
Which'll be derth
of sorrows and cries.
I don't want a planet
where the children will face,
another destructive war
which... – by Swarup Bhattacharya. | 3 Views added 5 months ago
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Welcome 2024.
Welcome 2024.
I want full of happy days and many more.
I want new born babies,
will get an earth
Which'll be derth
of sorrows and cries.
I don't want a planet
where the children will face,
another destructive war
which... – by Swarup Bhattacharya. | 0 Views added 5 months ago
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Valuable Christmas gift.
Annie wanted to give
a Christmas gift to her daughter.
Her daughter Shelly
went to talk with their neighbour.
Annie was thinking
and shedding tear.
She knew that
Shelle was her only near.
As she was very... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 5 months ago
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You are the witness of my first love.
One day I found a old diary,
in my attic
Which was laid carelessly.
I picked up and turned over the pages.
Found few love letters,
Of few back ages.
Every letters and every words
Were written... – by Swarup Bhattacharya. | 4 Views added 5 months ago
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Nothing can stop us.
If now we can't meet with each other
as are prevented.
I am sure,this is for the time being.
Nothing can make us separated.
Sometimes,The Moon is disappered
as the clouds veil them
but it appears again
and floods... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 1 View added 5 months ago
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Writing,my passion.
I write
as I wish.
It comes spontaneously.
Not forcefully.
Someone says,
"These are all scribbles."
Someone says,
"These are all riddles."
Few say,
"These are all uncomprehensive."
Few say,
"These are all... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 2 Views added 5 months ago
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Tribute to my long company.
My dog wagged its tail,
when it saw me from distance.
It ran to me,
when i entered through entrance.
It licked and sniffed me.
It put two forelegs on my shoulders.
and stood on hind legs.
I smoothed it's hair... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 11 Views added 6 months ago
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Mesmerizing Dahlias
I saw many Dahlias
when I was walking
a garden at morning.
The dew drops on the petals
were glittering like colourful diamonds
of different shapes.
My eyes were dazzled.
My mind was seduced.
I was... – by Swarup Bhattacharya. | 0 Views added 6 months ago
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When new leaves are sprouting,
Soothing breeze is blowing,
Can hear the song of cuckoo bird,
It is the beginning.
When the sun is at the zenith,
Scroching sun burns the earth,
The living beings are exhausted,
Year is enjoying its youth.
... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 5 Views added 6 months ago
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When new leaves are sprouting,
Soothing breeze is blowing,
Can hear the song of cuckoo bird,
It is the beginning.
When the sun is at the zenith,
Scroching sun burns the earth,
The living beings are exhausted,
Year is enjoying its youth.
... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | 0 Views added 6 months ago
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