Pratip Sen Gupta

How many candles
Did they light for you
My friend
How many bouquets
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In the consequence of your eyes
I lift mine and lower them
For how can I look
Into those depths
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It is evening again
And the dreary rain
Falls incessantly
As if to wipe away
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At the gates
Of your temple
I leave behind
My footwear
...

The paradigms of the ocean
Dissolve in your eyes

I look away
...

When you light the lamp
I know the sun has set

Whether or not the sun will rise
...

She sat on the single step
By the door and leaned against the wall
She sat before the stars had died
She sat long after the moon was up
...

Subject to your eyes
I can live my declining years
In placidity of disinclination
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Unforgiven
I may die
But how can I
Deny
...

Where will I hide my anguish

Your had withdrawn your aanchal
Long ago
...

Oh how far must I ferry
My empty boat

The ghats have been empty
...

It might have been night
With the world asleep
And in that crazy silence
It might have been I
...

Let the banquet wait
You cannot write
On a full stomach
Whether or not
...

She sat on the single step
By the door and leaned against the wall
She sat before the stars had died
She sat long after the moon was up
...

Some shades of brown

I see a row of bottles
All around the wall
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I shall drink with thirsty lips
What shall you serve me but wine
It no longer quenches my thirst
O this parched thirst of mine
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I lie entangled
In knots in my belly
And in my throat
That you have made
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The cloud clenches a fist
And it rains
You are drenched
And the sari clings to you
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