BASAB CHAUDHURI

BASAB CHAUDHURI Poems

If you belong to everyone,
You belong to no one.
That's the design.
That's how it's built.
...

I received the order today.
I have been transferred.

Not that I am unhappy—
...

He won,
but he hadn't known that he won—
that was the point of turmoil in him.
...

So many roads in front of me,
For someone might make a difference.
I am now lost at the crossing—
Could you tell me the shortest route?
...

Often I forget your address -
a sense of guilt works then,
but as I draw near to the neighborhood,
the map in mind starts showing the path,
...

6.

I remember -

everytime I was close to your house,
there used to be this strange feeling....
...

Friends who give rating on my poems,
although I say ratings do not affect me -
they do.
...

I know these words
find a nest somewhere
and stay there.
...

Walking in front,
shadow falling on the road,
steps were so similar,
curiosity to see the face
...

10.

Night -
I touch it with my right hand
then hold it with both hands,
it comes into my cusp,
...

A body forced into the furnace,
A star lost from the firmament,
A number deleted from the android, -
all the same.
...

I look up,
I look down,
I look up,
And I do frown.
...

As I stood by the sea
I saw the sky melting into the ocean,
Going into oblivion.
I looked at, gazed, saw, and then walked.
...

Eternal journey—
we appear as dots in the firmament,
and vanish without disturbing the sky.
Time flows on,
...

A saucer, a cup -
An equation, an idea.
A family, a trust -
Man, humanity.
...

The last sip—
light liquor,
yet fragrant.
Was it Darjeeling?
...

Every suicide ends up in a post mortem
Physical and emotional -
A bullet or a rope?
Why? What for?
...

Once I felt and I will tell
It was a dense evening
I was walking by the river
Alone, and it was near perfection.
...

'Conscience doth make cowards of us all.' - Shakespeare.
'Ambition doth make giants (!) of us all.' - This unknown poet.

Living in a skyscraper
...

Winter chill this year.
Between the sky and the ground
There is a whitish haze.
An opaque morning.
...

The Best Poem Of BASAB CHAUDHURI

An Infinite Loop

If you belong to everyone,
You belong to no one.
That's the design.
That's how it's built.
Divide and own;
Own and divide.
Fragmentation has no end.
An infinite loop
Doesn't know
Where to end.

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