ananda majumder Poems

Roaring sky, baby clouds gather around, as construed in old text
Sod is wet; life of grapes returns back, enliven yet to be;
Bungalow is awaiting char in sunglow
Bequeathed from Babur to Ananda, unmindful dream, hilariously delusional
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Brittle brides, doves delinking winds
Delicate facets of rose, other side of mirror
Spoiling niche, this is end of “ Cruel April”
Prolonged directory of killers, dictum demurred
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The sky is Kabul isn’t always blue
Seemingly a texture of text, yet to be descended down
Love is always the synthesized ablution
Like saga tested in annihilative iteration
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Love with Dew: Typology

In the dawn, dews are having deleterious effect
Millions of cosmic spirituality is changing our consciousness
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Sleep thronged
Accumulated pains disappearing
Trauma is in somber
Fringing
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Desideratum of love is essentially being loved up;
In a pink autumn, defoliation takes me far to feel
Dropping nerves, uncharted piloting of bird
Last battle with life, tantamount to demise, deeply divine
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