sagnik.ganguly ganguly Poems

I hate it when you wound my heart like a piercing dart
I hate it even more when you tear me apart

I hate it when you don’t speak a word
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Trapped in the dark walls of the dungeon that hold me inside
The web of lies and deceit intricately woven in the tapestry of life
Fettered with chains of mortar, bricks and rivet of iron
With the eternal struggle and quest of liberation
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The bag was packed
The flight ticket was folded neatly in one of the conspicuous part of your vanity bag
You were ready to depart;
Depart from the city, my apartment, may be my life…..
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In some years time the age of senility will arrive
Forever lost but never regained
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