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Ratneswar Brahmachari Poems
Another Birthday... One more advancing slowly... Halos around the full Moon
We have the existence of one million years With so many achievements… Ever increasing …
Ecstasy and Cruel Time
Time.... Days, Months, Years......are but numbers. Passing away ceaselessly, steadily. Toward Darkness or Light?
Some faces throng Watch me from vantage points Inferiority interferes,
Once, I set out by a cab to search for a place; Where roses are red, birds sing, The sky is blue,
Who Am I?
Who am I? I think and think and think…
The countdown has begun, Five elements are trapped in the conical flask. The Holy Grail envisages the chute
Loneliness... What can make you lonely?
Most hackneyed word in the Universe? True, because in time immemorial
Climb up, climb up why?
Behold the sea, gigantic waves jostling one after another, weeping of the mournful glory. Clandestine bulimia expanses in the august ambience
Alone among many
Millions of thundering jostles, Billions of raindrops, Trillions of sand grains.
Oh! Life, you are far from living, Oh! Wisdom, you are killed by knowledge, Oh! Knowledge you are eclipsed by information.
As you may feel
A candle was lit a dawn But was not supposed to be! The Sun was in full form.
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One more advancing slowly...
Halos around the full Moon
In the dark deep sky.
Transforming its colours,
Pale brown to orange.
Again eclipsed by fragments
Of black dark alarming
Yet splendid clouds.
Silence of magnificient great glory.
Troops of dead soldiers rushing into the centre.
Invisible untill they come very close to the Moon.
The trees contemplating on silent dark beauty.
Darkness is the greatest untouched scenary
An artist can hardly draw.
Black absorbs all of the ...