Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore
There's sadness lingering behind the door
And there's gloom on Sunday slumbers,
On the sleeves of coal miners and on plumbers.
There's woe by the roadside lamps
And even within spring flowers and dams
But I met melancholy on a Saturday siesta
In the midst of Blues and "That's life" of Frank Sinatra.
It looked me straight in the eye through glasses grey
It was right in front of me, glaring, what could I say?
Narratives dilutes the pain , you had said once
So did Keats but not Mary Ann Evans
But this is going way too far
Hidden by clouds of murk, becoming a city star
And that's the pain of loss I rear
And somehow this is my graple-with narrative, I fear!

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Do we hear us?
Or deliberately, purposefully ignore us by design?
What's "being busy"?
Is it to run away from thoughts that are deeply mine?
Days are to fool people
Nights are to hide
Nights are to blanket excuses
That on days we try to abide.
The naked night strips off the soul,
Pulls open those blazing starry thoughts
That lay carpeted under the clear daylight
Only to burn and scream and make us hear what we ought!

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For one day
I will keep all worries away
A dumb ear to what people 'ld say
I'll live free for one whole day
For one night
I'll hold happiness tight
With no reasons to choose or fight
No demarcations of wrong or right
For one life
I'll live without any strife
Heart and mind without a knife
With joy and gloom as man and wife!

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Among all things that I have loved
A red flared dress
Or a blue buttoned shirt
A pink pencil or a piece of book
Or the things you gifted or even you
The best of all is what I see in the mirror
When I stand in front of it
Philosophers would call it narcissism
But that love is what gives life to all
The love for the self. — % &— % &

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Indian Universities are like local trains, so full of people that we don't even care to know the name of the person we're sitting with!

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Breathing in the energy that says what happens happens for a reason.

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সে আওয়াজ শুনতে পায়নি কেউ
এত কাছে থেকেও শুনতে পায়নি তুমি
কখন যে রাগের দরজা পেরিয়ে হৃদয়
পারি দেয় অভিমানে, সে খবর রাখতে শেখনি এখনো
যে স্বপ্ন সাজিয়েছিলাম তোমার রং তুলির টানে
সেই স্বপ্নেই ফাঁকি দিয়েছে আমায়
সে ফাঁকি দেখনি তুমি তবে আমার স্বপ্নের
আকাশ বাতাস হাওয়াও সেসব জানে।।

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ভরা বর্ষায় মিথ্যে প্রতিশ্রুতি
প্রত্যেকটা কথায় মেঘের আপত্তি
তবুও তোমায় আপন করে নিয়েছিল মন
বৃষ্টিও আমায় অনেক করেছিল বারণ
তবু অসময়ের দমকা হাওয়ায় ভেসে ছিলাম আমি
আর মরীচিকার মত সুনীল সমুদ্র দেখিয়েছিলে তুমি
তোমার ঐ সর্বনাশী চোখের গোপনে।।

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Word by word the poem falls asleep
All punctuations lost in drowsy deep
Similes pair with pillows and bolsters
Like a baby busy in sound slumbers
By the time I finish all my chores
The poem rages with loud snores
And thus is away from my pen daily
For when I sit, it sleeps gayly!!

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Before the sun hides the moon again
Before rain water starts breeding mosquitoes
Before the stars fall and clash with reality
Before the trains get derailed
Before music becomes noise
And the world turns monochromatic grey
Let us hide behind the twilight hue
And come back never again!

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