anupam mukhopadhyay Poems

haunted house... address lost from our walllet...
we came into the house near past...
light satisfactory ... sounds of a fine morning arrive...
krishnakanta roy ... his favourite carbon...
...

colour of my shirt
is
white its
white
...

the wind loves its own source of water
and - goes to the window -
from its mundane minority
already past
...

the message from nowhere
the script before a script
in absence of a good actor
as moves the earth
...

the fruit before its hue
the hue before it sleeping

it has its air
...

a man going to market - - -
a man going to weep - - -

vegetables are waiting - - -
...

there the girl sleeps her midnight main
some keep before I
divide it no other way
of mine - - - justified - - - through a
...

between the magic and
the magical times -
we make love
...

speculative lovers... asleep
into a hole...
intimate glimpses...
aeem overpowered...
...

…muddy road … the same …
sunbathed … without care …

many-tongued mornings …
...