Anirban Dasgupta

On Valentines Day

Love is a tingling in your heart
That never stops
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As the first dropp of sun peeks through the window….
The little sparrow dances around…
Over the roof round and round…..
Even the happy prince would have been proud
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The golden line ……speaks of their plight
The boastful sun is no more bright….
As it sinks behind the bay
Beyond the green fields …goes another day…..
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Time and memory …

Dark night…..sound of rain
A sad note breaking the silence ….
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Scent of Heaven
Just when you sense the scent of heaven……
Just when you are about to touch the sky….
Just when you try to lit the light …..
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One of them


I am one of them
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Sare janase accha…

India Hamara ………………
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One day all of a sudden……….I see…

The chirping birds…the trembling cold…the whistling wind
A new morning…fresh like the dew drops……….
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We will never see you again
Floating into darkness
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When I will be no more
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It’s long since you loved me
But now the memory has lost it too..
Did you love me in some valleys deep?
Or in lands strange?
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Each moment dies in a reaction
And all the moments put together
don't make a tangible whole
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