Dr subhendu kar

Gold Star - 4,737 Points (Bhubaneswar, Orissa, India)

Dr subhendu kar Poems

1. Rainbow Curling 6/29/2007
2. Words Revine 6/29/2007
3. The Sky At My Door- Way 7/2/2007
4. Storm On The Milieu 7/2/2007
5. In Quest Of Nectar 7/3/2007
6. The Song Immortal 8/18/2007
7. The Spatiality 8/25/2007
8. As I Am The Candle In The Wind 8/27/2007
9. As I Am The Candle In The Wind .................. (11) 8/27/2007
10. Grimacing Shadow 8/30/2007
11. A Wish For Her 9/2/2007
12. On The Sands Of Love 9/6/2007
13. Love Wistful 9/8/2007
14. As You Meet Me 9/13/2007
15. As Yet I Love 9/15/2007
16. Love Yet Inflamed 9/15/2007
17. The Tools Of Love 9/21/2007
18. The Glimpses Of Love 9/23/2007
19. The Love Of Bondage 9/24/2007
20. Splendours O F Love 9/29/2007
21. Mystery Of Love 9/30/2007
22. The Golden Verse 10/1/2007
23. Dream On The Milieu 10/2/2007
24. As You Speak Of 10/3/2007
25. As I See You Painful 10/7/2007
26. Flames Of Fire 10/7/2007
27. Notch Of Gesture 12/3/2006
28. Sleeping Stone 12/4/2006
29. To Whom To Answer The Query 6/2/2007
30. Solitude Of Mid-Summer 6/17/2007
31. Voices Beyond 6/17/2007
32. Sun Setting In Golden Blood 6/17/2007
33. Songs Of Love 6/17/2007
34. The Horizon 6/17/2007
35. The Time Deep And Infinite 6/17/2007
36. At Time Silhouetted 6/29/2007
37. Looking Into The Dusts 6/29/2007
38. Moist Rainbow 6/29/2007
39. Plexus Streams 6/29/2007
40. That Happens To Happen 10/12/2007
Best Poem of Dr subhendu kar

! ! ! Friendship! ! !

FRIENDSHIP

friendship true emblazons the heart
the rarest of rare virtues within
the green wades through gleams of light
enlightening the soul in communion

dreams never be debarred of desire
passion yet awaits the plexus stream
tranquility overlays in room of repose
soul seems to swell by the divinity.

the truth when never being befuddled
even the storm mills through entity
gold dazzles when roasted in fire
resonance bristles in room of reason.

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Solitude Of Mid-Summer

As I walk into the footprints of known unconcern
Concerned unknown from the legions remembering
Of those golden voices in my solitude of mid-summer
I stuck up for a moment with little tired bloods in hand.

when I browse through the tears of their toil wistful
across the winds of days lost-achieve dispossessed
The nostalgia raucously recoils over their walks
And the folds of beauty of the gets embittered.

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