Debashree Biswal

Debashree Biswal Poems

I stand amongst a myriad of dreams
Above the inhumane cries and screams
And fallin' and wreckin' was never my choice
Until I fell into the deep shadows that summoned my voice.
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In this space, the night is of a bygone age
Flames encircle me, yet no warmth touches my skin
The icy depths within me usurp all homage
Tempered steel unswayed by the inferno of anger within
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Amidst the icy winter fall, the ochre leaves
Frost-snogged bitter, a thread that weaves
Behold the picturesque majesty of toasty tones
Bleed and peel, yet, eternally long for the thorns.
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The Future That Never Came

I stand amongst a myriad of dreams
Above the inhumane cries and screams
And fallin' and wreckin' was never my choice
Until I fell into the deep shadows that summoned my voice.
I yearned similar how others rose from dawn
I let go of my delight, forgot my lack of brawn
I went for something where I was never meant to be
Locked in the dungeons, shackled my glee
The future stays awake and never sleeps
Long did I linger where I could find my peace
And my elation constantly cascaded with it
But little did I know my present had been split
Further and further the loop continues to act
Foolish my soul for decades from me did abstract
Enslaved in the greed of darkness, I see no lustre ahead
While I wait and weep, no bliss touches over my dead
In the winter so cold, I stay poised till death
Bleeding with hope—hope that went away with my breath
And never did I see what ecstasy was all about
The eager heart, in search of light never did sprout.

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