Diptesh Augustine Sarkar

It's your smile that shines on my face like the sun
though the sun too has its end
but my days are too short to count
too blest to see you wane.
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A leaf
I once had plucked
And left forgotten
In a spree,
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I saw:
Her alone
sitting on the bed
hunch-back
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In the darkness
my soul cried out
even a faint glow was enough.
You at such an hour
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I don't dare
think about centipedes
yet when I do
it feels
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This afternoon I'll not
sleep with you
but keep my head on your breast
and cry my soul out.
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A Japanese-doll went a-reading
and a flower followed her
She put the flower back on the bough
and asked a bee to keep her.
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You are through the foothill ride
the darkest of the night
pits are there and boulders
you may stumble outright
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Crinkles can speak a thousand words
of fleeting joys and lasting pain
In which the eyes, the lone mirror
Show the rush of time.
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My hands are empty as are yours
and perhaps scores even
even there was so much as
anguish, loss and suffering
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All I remember now
is that I wanted Light
more Light
to the point of insanity
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What would you like to know about me?

Should I say
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I see some doors open
before me, some behind
near and far
as if I were in a game
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I remember you no more

for my eyes are too old
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At last

At a great age
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Moments are like leaves
they unfold and fade out
and one day the wind
gives them little wings
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Once my brother fell ill
two and half year old
ceased to toddle one evening;
They took him to a doctor
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A sting long struck us
the venom now runs slowly
with blood; and time bears fruit.
The poet, the lover, the rebel
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