Made in India
Added by Biswarup Sinha Roy on November 30, 2016 at 10:00am — No Comments
Love is the power
to stay alive,
in danger an impetus
to dive,
a push into dungeon,
in unleashing your shackled self from there
a vehement strive.
love is a colour
that shadows other evil hues,
it is a divine spec
help you see everything new.
love is eternal flute
that can emanate an unheard sonata,
love is an aroma even scarce in heaven,
no no!!
It…
Added by Biswarup Sinha Roy on November 29, 2016 at 3:05pm — No Comments
Piran a young Kurdish chap of 22 the only son of Afrin Nazir and Nora Nazir in search of a better earning came and settled in Cizre a Kurdish south eastern region of Turkey in 1986 a time when enmity between Turk government and…
Added by Biswarup Sinha Roy on November 27, 2016 at 12:00pm — No Comments
I wish I could snap out
my inner selfie
could brush off
my evil sooty spots
stuck up to intrusive grooves
could discord the sinister desires
aligned with my dark conscience
before they become fatally extrusive
I wish I could snap out
my inner selfie
could dust off the unkempt cells
that have long been left unlit
keep the portals ajar for the sun blast
could cater the…
Added by Biswarup Sinha Roy on November 27, 2016 at 10:10am — No Comments
I'll come back once again
on the bank of that placid pool
may be disguised in a seagull's coat
hoping to drink the same ole serene water
but with a mind free from fear of
getting toxin shock
I'll come back once again
on that sun bathed golden field
may be disguised in a raven's coat
hoping to see that same ole mustered plants
swaying with the rolling wind
perching upon the…
Added by Biswarup Sinha Roy on November 26, 2016 at 12:14pm — No Comments
Once unflinching deep wood
where one had to fumble about
for a particular sapling
or a succulent junglee fruit
but mind remained carefree
no one would rout
where aromatic carnations known unknown
would afine the rustic raucous urchin
where a thicket would shelter him
from mother's raging cane and frown
now under land monger's utopia
whose evil spell has userped…
Added by Biswarup Sinha Roy on November 25, 2016 at 7:25am — No Comments
The day
I started walking along the vast beach
the side walk of the vast ocean
since my sanity sprouted
fixing my eyes on the north star
I was illusioned immensely
illusion forgot me
the texture of the land beneath my sole
the…
Added by Biswarup Sinha Roy on November 24, 2016 at 8:30pm — 1 Comment
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वो जो हँसते हुए दिखते है न लोग
अक्सर वो कुछ तन्हा से होते है
पराये अहसासों को लफ़्ज देतें है
खुद के दर्द पर खामोश रहते है
जो पोछतें दूसरे के आँसू अक्सर
खुद अँधेरे में तकिये को भिगोते है
वो जो हँसते हुए दिखते है लोग
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