Shyam Chakraborty

Sometimes I'm alone in a crowded room,
Sometimes accompanied by many
in room unfilled,
The world may sound dissonant
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In body and mind
with life I'm assigned
the bondage of the seers
in which I'm confined.
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Last time when grandfather was in Sylhet
He was in typical Bengali attire
and while walking on the grubby roads
he caressed the reminiscences, the adorable
...

A morning surreal
not of words flawed
or ideal...
But faintly discern I could
...

The Canvas existing as Existence
The painter paints it with colours
Colouring the names and forms
and their abstract appearance...
...

The bench is empty
Though promises made
were plenty.
the words not kept
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I am a perpetual student,
with a book of jurisprudence

a few days back you
...

In monsoon rain
the love of lovers reign
the fulfillment they attain
In each other seeing the Self
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Autumn semester
raincoat and sweater
the changing weather
nature's queer gesture.
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Once those 90s narrow lanes
now in memories they sustain...

the broad streets and unfamiliar dissonance,
...

If you come to me
I will take you to that evening park
where I sit amidst the silent trees.
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Can't say ‘down memory lane',
As the seasons passed
Childhood memories waned...
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It's a matter of being 'practical'
Not an idea of being cynical
Though the accumulation
is theoretical,
...

It was a symposium
a rich highbrowed colloquium!
a scrap of it was
verbose pandemonium.
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The Self in me
is the Self in you

opposites
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