Debanjan Dhar Poems
|1.||Songs From Silver Street||7/3/2013|
|3.||The Golden Of The Dark Lake||7/3/2013|
|7.||I Dont Have A Gun||7/3/2013|
|9.||Roll On Over||1/17/2014|
|12.||I Would Leave No Breadcrumbs In The Alleyway||3/20/2014|
|13.||Five Feet Ten||1/17/2014|
|14.||The Sun Finds You||7/3/2013|
|15.||No One Was Home||7/3/2013|
|17.||After You Had Said Goodbye Or Good Riddance For That Matter||4/24/2015|
|18.||A Beat A Stone||7/4/2013|
|19.||A Whiskey Nursery||4/6/2014|
A Whiskey Nursery
A little bit of whiskey does make things a little better. That is why a man must make some money. Then he can work all day and come back home and drink his whiskey before anything goes wrong in the head. The heart can take care of itself. It is the mind that keeps the heart in its bad company. I had you in my mind when I was lighting up that cigarette. Something reminded me of the way you lit your cigarette, the first one I had ever seen you light. You had an unusual way of striking the matchstick to the box. You would not shield the flame and you would quietly express your displeasure if the ...Read the full of A Whiskey Nursery
No One Was Home
It was in a Saturday afternoon that everything seemed to rhyme
As if all seasons had come back to their birth time.
A piano man played a trick from the back of the hedge,
The sun fed flower caught his act but listened to his pledge.
A river played along with the afternoon merry.
So did a white and blue china vessel with a blueberry.
A blue bird may have perched on the sill but no one knew
For the piano man had fled and the door mouse was in pursue.
No one was home when the golden chrome