Subhajit Ganguly Poems

The ode to dreams
Is a perfect song of harmony
in my ears...
My spirit bears the unholy
...

When I look at you
In the red glow of the setting sun,
In timeless agony, I burn!
And my disharmonies
...

Time runs away from him in fear -
Like sand through a tight fist.
His tired stars stroll across the pitch-black grasslands,
While he, himself, remains almost clouded in mist -
...