Biography of Hitesh Chowdhury
'Measured my life in coffee spoons.'
'So now it is vain for the singer to burst into clamor with the great black piano appassionato. The glamor of childish days is upon me, my manhood is cast
Down in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child for the past.'
David Herbert Lawrence
Hitesh Chowdhury's Works:
Hitesh Chowdhury Poems
Our journey started on a rainy night, a night that we did not know held for us. A night of passion, night of love, a night of anger, a night of distraught,
I have walked quite a few miles of this life and still a few more to go. Heard a lot of stories on my way to search the calmness that we seek for.I once heard about a child laboring his way to just earn one time meal for himself, heard a story of woman losing her child for all the drugs she took, Then
There is a dried petal of that last yellow rose rummaging through; that yet to be completely unpacked bags.
Lawns Of My Memory
The days spent with you are still hanging in the lawns of my memory, neither are they old nor the colors have faded; even the seams of the dress that my thoughts wear of you are still in the same condition as you left them.
There is a dried petal of that last yellow rose rummaging through;
that yet to be completely unpacked bags.
It bothers me, that the petal finds herself lonely;
more than the fact that my bags are still unpacked as if i am not to stay here any longer!
Oh look! ! ! there it is! ! ! My earrings, have i ever told you what they are?
Did i show you what a skull looks like when i don them and walked on the streets?
This one has a marijuana on it, the same grass we needed to share;