Jyotishman Debnath Poems

I) our thoughts and laughter
drowned in blood
to the organs of stone
which can't be wrapped
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Sinner Christ
the greatest freedom of
mankind is the freedom to sin
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our days,
a thousand and one red
running though our veins
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I speak stones
so cold so cold
he makes it warm
with his breaths
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In the season of breathe
The first poem of autumn
Slowly like a dancing raindrop
Over the rooftop of my starry night
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in your gentle rain
my garden of water gets overflowed
If the water rises up to the level of my nostrils
I might become a tale myself
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ah! ophelia you know
all hemlets are same
and you must know
nothing can be done by these hemlets
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I woke up.....
at first, I erased the lines
of my epitaph from the diary
that I have written last night.
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let there be exchange of dreams....
The whole rainy evening
My eyes sat on the plinth.
The evening spread on the grass
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come, we'll read love
come once, in the
starlit nights
we'll drink the moon together
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