Meghmaller Poem by Jyotishman Debnath

The evining like smell of your wet hair
a talkative evining with aromatic memories
sky melting down dropp by drop
and in the ruins of
silence I'm a huming
a parrellel to the bird

wide awake nights
some creeping lines of love poem
is there any bank of this loneliness?
any color any height?

come, see this poet
he wants to feel
the sunbeam velly through your eyes
soft scenic landscapes


I have read the moonbeam like a letter
clouds flower and your poetry
it seems to a tale of past life now
talkative evening with aromatic memories


do you remember this poet, in the rain drenched nights?
do you still feel like touching the sky in the rainbow nights

through which touch, the crisenthimum blooms
O' love come and see your poet
a wide awake night
like a night bird
let a words of love
creep in his bosom

hold the heart of this poet
with the evening smell of your wet hair
with the seven drops of ink from the seven suns
he has painted a portrait of your's


come in a rain drenched night
we'll put off the light
and drink moon together

Just come once..!