Bhaben Barua

Bhaben Barua Poems

• Xossota
  
• Xeehor Aaloron
  
• Tomalokar
  
• Spring
  He keeps humming on the moments of the midday-- hung out on the clothes-lines.
• The Voice Of Whiteness
  It's the voice of whiteness -- a blue-throated restless silence : That's upon the peaks of life, and of death too; Found through meaninglessness at intervals --
• Transparence
  Down the very heart Of a wide expanse of waters Lies a music of transparence Of unfathomable sorrows.
• The Weight Of The Lead
  Search, search in the bosom of night With your hands outstretched Those hands where time keeps moving.
• Hands Of Darkness
  The feel of your hands Comes like the cold. On the asphalt road at night, In disjointed bits of song.
• The Words
  Each word is an angel. Have to Find each one in that smoky solitude — where An evening drowns in the water — And above the Dark forest suddenly is visible the glimmer of a star-studded sky — flapping
• Winter, Cold And Graceful
  There’s a silent grace mathematical,in each and every bone, Like smiles unembodied ,in each and every cell, The ultimate that has no colour,no sound,no taste or smell.