13 years on this day I had written my first poem. So, am sharing that.
Today am sharing one of my Bengali poem in English wrote long ago, about 5-6 years ago. Please share your thoughts on this. ---------------------------------------------------- the sun light that peeping into my room will fall in the wall in same angle in same tangent other days of this season maybe next season and other seasons but … Continue reading A Few Temporary Matters
--1-- Twenty-nine... This street knows me very well; has seen me grown up. This street had taught me to cross the road and to learn varied car brands. This street is what I adore; where I walk lorn when I need a shelter from all humdrum. --2-- The school that I had studied is not … Continue reading 29 (A Birthday Post)
[This poem I had written long ago might be seven to eight years ago after watching a music video as far I can recollect now. This was my first attempt at long poem in English. I was correcting and editing it for last few days. Please read it till the end and comment on it … Continue reading The Death of a Superhero
Amrita, You're mine long-lost Atlanta. Seeing you make me the remembrance of Begum, of any Badshah. Seeing you I can draw a treasure map. Your arrival forecast the arrival of a storm. Seeing you I can make out ancient poets' words on the love. Your words pamper the weather around of yours, The words that arouse from … Continue reading Amrita: My First (Long-Lost) Love Poem
There it is, again...swimming through the pacific air...from the misty distance Have you heard it? Have you? Ahoy mate...don't close your ears...tell me...assure me...it is really happening? Anchored the ship...hold the mast...hold... Have you heard it? Have you? The voice...no, voices becoming clear...like the sky in the summer...but, it's not summer... Anchored the ship...hold the … Continue reading The Plea of Sinbad: A Pantoum
You've been there always by my side... You've taught me how to get lost in alleys; You've taught me how to cry being in the eve crowds. You've been there when I was recognizing the turn of a day to night-- Standing on the footbridge at Gariahat looking at Bijan Setu with my friend Abhi... … Continue reading To You…