Biography of Sambidhan Acharya
Recently been featured in few poem anthologies and is writing regularly for national daily.
Sambidhan Acharya's Works:
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Sambidhan Acharya Poems
What Those Marriage Worth, I Am Already ...
What those marriage worth, I am already yours We have marriage by heart not by rituals. Our marriage is pious then those done by priests And those other who are eyeing are big fool
Am I A Mannequin?
When, I was young but, useless, I use to look at those mannequins in the market, Standing still and posing the clothes that its masters make it wear, Then, I would see myself,
After Your Departure
When you were present, Your advice pinched me like thorns, Every question for misdeeds Meant like you were being over possessive,
I asked God, “Do you respect someone”, He nodded his head and yes, it’s with you was his reply, I asked even the devils, “Do they fear from some one”, He too nodded his head and said, yes, it’s with you was his reply.
I want to understand why those paws snatches life, I want to read those fiery eyes, And the pain that you have no friends,
Dusk is near,
When You Depart With Me For A Day
Just we departed to respective home, But, still I feel the departure for a long time, I don’t know why the flower withered And the cloud are blocking the sun to raise
I was passing by the hills, Suddenly, I saw a reaper sing, He was humbling a tone, Anyone who could pass by.
Search For Pleasure
I went to the Everest summit, I went down to the bottom of the sea, I went even to the extreme end of the Earth, But could not find the pleasure I desired.
A Faux Pas
When she came near and said me, 'I love you.' I disposed her proposal laughing, She walked away and then left me, I knew she was my best of friend,
Those Bare Forests
When I was young, I had gone to this forest, It was dark, deep and wild, Like my youth it was full of resources, I had spent few days there and had learned how the forest life is?
I The Assasinor
Today, too I am loaded with gun, To kiss the person to the dusk of his life, I always get worried when the trigger starts telling me, 'Come on, press me shoot the man.'
I Want To Be Free
Those tension responsibilities, I don’t want to take, Study being serious at every point of life I cannot be, The pressure I am within I don’t want to be in, I want to be free.
What Would I Do Living In This World?
Flattering tongue, greasy speeches, Showy life, running after wealth, Fading one’s quality, following what other’s do, What would I do living in this world?
I like to go in such a place
Where all the flower bloom
Where no flower withers
And no tree is left fruitless
I would love that place
Where the sunshine all day
Where all the cuckoo sings
And no carnivores lives