Gautam Sen

A flying kite inspired man for a flight -
a dragonfly instilled helicopter;
a rainbow aroused a painter's delight,
mountains converted man into sculptor.
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If a swine had a thinking mind
Like it has a pulsating heart,
The ill fortune it has to find
In furnace of a cooking hearth,
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Words from heart when come out
with the plumage of colours of my mind,
I find it easy to vent out thoughts -
my hidden treasure earned from life.
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Do you remember this day on last occasion?
Your Mom being placed just in front of
a big question of survival, poised before her
with feelings of some false somber solace.
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Something never turns back -
Time is that genre so prime;
getting past often so fast,
makes all run after the vast
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The smile You smile
A legendary style
Born out of an urge -
Of a great mastermind.
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Infatuations overdosed
flinch one back to
the darkness of cavern
full of shyness.
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For a nappy sleep or hunger deep
When a baby doesn’t grin but cries,
Tears rain from sobbing clouds,
Fills the angel's divine eyes.
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Your withdrawn existence is
Desolately felt once again today
With a renewed intensified grief
While explaining your absence.
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Lies addict its users
like drugs;
life becomes
habituated to be soaked
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At a nice, cool night end
the sun was yet to yawn;
the most were on the bed
waiting just for a dawn.
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Life that encircles us is
hard and tough in a way,
vexes me sometimes.
Gone are those simple days.
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From a dark soggy hut at the horizon afar,
the journey through the passage of time
that I began long, long back still rolls on.
A crimson touch followed by the variation
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A depressed mind if needs a place
to rest his soul in search of peace –
sit for a while with a composed mind,
you are sure to find a divine bliss.
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A man wanted to be a creator.
He started painting
with brushes full of colors
on canvases one after another
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Love is an inherent beauty
It’s placed deep inside a heart –
It’s so precious and tender,
It’s too delicate to render
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Ever I dream of being drenched
On a sparkling full-moon night,
Like the cool hours of darkness
Douses with silvery moon-light.
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I just pop up out of a brief gap
of self exile for gasping a little,
once deserting me from
the vision of my readers
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Today the morning strangely emerged with great difference,
a plausible change to its customary appearance
showed me the golden gate of treasure house of happiness –
beaming friendship – new and fresh, brought for me by God to bless.
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For a course of leave
with a mood festive
when all were preparing for,
I know you too
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