Avik Datta Gupta

Veteran Poet - 1,220 Points (2nd April 1970 / KOLKATA)

Avik Datta Gupta Poems

1. Strange Awakening 9/8/2010
2. Silence & I 9/10/2010
3. The Romantic Feeling 9/10/2010
4. Fire & Ice 9/10/2010
5. Are We Living For Today? ? 9/7/2011
6. Paroled Tidings 9/13/2011
7. Prelude To A Kiss.... 9/17/2011
8. The Art Gallery 9/20/2011
9. The Ignorant Sun 7/25/2012
10. Reminiscence 7/27/2012
11. Frothless Fourteen Lines 7/29/2012
12. Laugh On Folks/The Shaded Man 7/30/2012
13. Sonnet 2 7/31/2012
14. Moonlight Serenade 8/3/2012
15. R.E.M. 8/3/2012
16. Pinkie 8/3/2012
17. Decelerate 8/3/2012
18. Little By Little.... 8/28/2010
19. Scientific Thoughts.... 8/28/2010
20. For A Few Collars More.... 8/28/2010
21. Sonnet 3 8/4/2012
22. To Venus...As I Saw Her 8/5/2012
23. When You'Re One Of The Few 8/14/2012
24. Just A Year 8/14/2012
25. Midnight Serenade 8/15/2012
26. The Last Sigh 8/25/2012
27. Voices Within 8/25/2012
28. Living On The Edge 8/25/2012
29. An Ode To The Leaders 8/29/2012
30. Please! ! ! 8/29/2012
31. What Are We Dreaming Of..? 8/29/2012
32. Evanescence 9/25/2012
33. On Your Special Day 9/25/2012
34. So Near Yet So Far 9/25/2012
35. Part Of The Routine 8/3/2012
36. A Battle Of Words 10/15/2012
37. Short Sharp Shock 12/14/2012
38. Numbness Overfllows At Ease 12/28/2012
39. The Sleepless City 4/13/2013
40. Thin Air Above Me 4/8/2013

Comments about Avik Datta Gupta

  • Kusum Gokarn (9/22/2012 2:30:00 PM)

    Your output of poems is prolific.
    Command of language is good.
    Variety of topics too, from light to serious.

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  • Elizabeth Padillo Olesen Elizabeth Padillo Olesen (8/9/2012 3:06:00 PM)

    On Acrostic! , I find it really great. It shows one who has the mastery of the English language. Nice cadence and meter in your lines.

Best Poem of Avik Datta Gupta

The Beggar

I have a long lonely road for my shelter
Some kindful garbage for my food
I thank you my good God above
For being so sweetly rude



Some people fling a coin
And drive into the dark
As I shake my shapeless bowl
Begging in the park. ...

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Water Of Love

I shape my palm like a bowl
And hold a bit of water of love
I feel it’s coolness, I can see it quiver
I can see self reflections, as I stand by the river
There’s so much of it, and so less I can hold
As the river of love flows on..
With a million miseries untold

I can’t take a grip of you..

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