Diptesh Augustine Sarkar
Biography of Diptesh Augustine Sarkar
An ardent and compulsive hack. A nocturnal musician. A voracious reader, whose interest covers literature, philosophy, psychology and general non-fiction.
A hard-line Non-Conformist...An aimless traveller.
Diptesh Augustine Sarkar Poems
It's your smile that shines on my face like the sun though the sun too has its end but my days are too short to count too blest to see you wane.
I saw: Her alone sitting on the bed hunch-back
You are through the foothill ride the darkest of the night pits are there and boulders you may stumble outright
A Japanese-Doll Went A-Reading
A Japanese-doll went a-reading and a flower followed her She put the flower back on the bough and asked a bee to keep her.
A sting long struck us the venom now runs slowly with blood; and time bears fruit. The poet, the lover, the rebel
Once my brother fell ill two and half year old ceased to toddle one evening; They took him to a doctor
Moments are like leaves they unfold and fade out and one day the wind gives them little wings
At last At a great age
I remember you no more for my eyes are too old
I see some doors open before me, some behind near and far as if I were in a game
What would you like to know about me? Should I say
All I remember now is that I wanted Light more Light to the point of insanity
No, I don't want to give word anymore
no, I don't want to
my words in slush
under the tramps of dilapidated, painted
hordes of men
should become a gentle, respectable cuckold.
I'm waiting for the night
When these tiny, little words