Saptarshi Banerjee Poems

Ponder in consciousness
In my mind
To think beyond
I crib, but necessary
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Doubt of suspicion
Yet I try
Not all pleasant
Nervousness, rapid like fire
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A masked face approached my conscious and demanded a definition of love!
With raised eyebrows I juggled my soul alike in water the featherless dove.
And pierced my vision the eye hole on the leather covering my sweet heart's face.
Love was an illusion what mattered was examining my desire to chase.
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A masked face approached my conscious and demanded a definition of love
With raised eyebrows I juggled my soul alike in water the featherless dove
And pierced my vision the eye hole on the leather covering my sweet heart's face
love was an illusion what mattered was my desire to chase
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There was a day when I met you
There was a day when I tresssured you
There was a day When I loved you
There was a day when i fought you and there was today
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A brief story-
About a journey to glory.
Of an humble and unattended birth,
Transcends into a model for the entire earth.
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Why did I beg, why did I try?
When I failed why did I cry?
When did you depart my soul?
Where are you my dignity, my shy?
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The walk was a lonely one
The forest to the west, the river seeking a fresh dawn
Beasts awaited my flesh to soothe their humger
Swirls awaited to gulp my last breath
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Look at the sun,
Enjoy the rain,
But do not forget
That they do bring pain.
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It was a fine guitar.
My dearest possession.
The tool to escape my life,
The life without any prominence or distinction;
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