Biography of Dipankar Chakraborty
comforts gives pleasure,
a lifeful of beauty...
But hunger turns the beauty in
Dipankar Chakraborty's Works:
Lines Of Pain
In Memoriam(in progress)
Dipankar Chakraborty Poems
Everyone's childhood should spent in the light of lamp, seen mainly in remote village. Because the mystical half shaded light crates an imaginative world to the child.
Funerals touch us all in one moment or another. A recalled memory is that of a young school friend taken by surprise. Little understood. A cloud of sadness hung over a town letting tears flow.
For when my heart speaksof loneliness There will be confused answers.For like stars outlining theOrion inthe sky and travelling in patterned space,
I miss you in the moments my brain tries to make myheart forget, and I wonder if you remember the curvesof my body the same way
You looked at me from the passenger seat with so much love in your eyes you started to speak but my tears of sorrow
When & Then
When everything seems to stop when silence is the order of time when moon smiles in a bunch of stars when you are far away and I am alone when distance keeps us apart when I try to sleep but cannot when memories of you take control of me when tears drop from my eyes when pain in my heart is unbearable
I stand in front of the mirror I can talk to you about anything You always understand Allowing me to laugh, cry, sing I stand in front of the mirror I ask you for help or advice You never judge
It was in mid November Between the droplets of rain I passed near the cemetery on my way home And I saw you Kneeling over the grave of a forefather
In the midst of a shadowed night, I tinge myself in sheer moonlight. Frost sheaths the window’s glass whilst fleeting storm clouds pass and I see succinct visions of you; I weep, because they are not true. My red heart still aches with pain and the tears on pillow shall stain; leaving a mark of the times I cried since that very day when you died.
Wilted dandelions grow on your grave And velvet moss laces your headstone As I can still smell your sweet cologne Sharp winds hit me like a rolling wave My pallid hands comb the damp blades And gelid raindrops pierce my tan skin As my love for you is held from within Whilst I trek to you through two glades The garden seems lonelier without you As it resembles that of my solemn heart Like a battered delicate rose,
The Suicide Note Of Jordan
White knuckles, clenching fists Night demons, slitting wrists Jagged pills, muffled cries Fading will, no goodbyes Distant hopes,
I feel so cold tonight keeping myself alive by candlesticks. I pull the crumbled bed sheet over my head.
That look that you gave me had us looked on eye to eye mesmerized. 'What'I asked curiously
Every where is black bur its shining. There is a saddy dump rain still has the good happy flavour.
That look that you gave me
had us looked on eye to eye
'What'I asked curiously
you shook your head
averted your eyes
and quietly walked away.
'tell me you are ok'I whispered
the taking it away and mixed up