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R.K Das Poems
Alphabet of Love
You taught me the alphabet of love And I learnt it with the ease Of my mother tongue,
A FEW DROPS OF DEW
Bound by earth and sky The particles of darkness Of my existence Got crystallized into
A SILLY LOVE POEM
Come hither, Come hither my love When the infant sun shines And promises a sunny weather.
Do I belong? I question myself One more time anxiously, while Waiting for permission to script A preface to passionate musing
Stubborn nostalgia Pricks and makes my soul bloody Like thorns of a red rose Making so to a tender palm.
ISLAND OF ISOLATION
Most cherished dreams Burn into floating ashes In the self-ignited fire Of a shooting star
Soliloquy Of My Poem
Decorate my basic emotions And musings passionate With personalized symbols And images varied,
For me you are The properties of the Ink that flows from the matured nib Of a poet in his creative solitude.
Leave Me There
Take me On your winged-fancy On a long flight to the ether Where clouds of diverse pattern and color
Ah! You Didn't Know?
In an evening of events, He and I met together In the City-Coffee House And broke the silence of a millennium
On a distant domain of this globe I know not on which crossroad Of which latitude And which longitude, she dwells.
Your immaculate portrait In silver and gold touches The soul of my stressed self In the wee hour of the day.
Between The Covers
I have plucked Every primrose and daisy Sprouting in myriad colours On every wild vegetation,
Love hurts, It hurts to the core When hands loosen the intimate clasp And they turn poles apart
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Alphabet of Love
You taught me the alphabet of love
And I learnt it with the ease
Of my mother tongue,
You told me
That cherished dreams
Some day come true,
And I remained awake
The whole night
To dream the dream.
You asked me
To think lofty
And since then,
I have been measuring
The length and breadth of the sky
And counting the stars of the Milky Way.