Golaka behari Acharya
Biography of Golaka behari Acharya
I have been a shy ruralite.Since birth the eyes of a goat led to the slaughter house haunts me.Similarly all woes. I also look into my dermatis and introspect.Find life too painful. The only way to live well is to share others' worries & concern.I have one anthology of poems Agadha Adhaka Mora (The Unbuilt Half Of Mine) .I love to live in others' love and affection.Please keep in touch with me.My phone number is-09938175100.
Golaka behari Acharya's Works:
Agadha Adhaka Mora
Golaka behari Acharya Poems
Built myself in the bricks of Robert Frost so much sculpture so much finery
Butterfly To Caterpillar
The reverse you are. At eighty or with wife or grandchildren youth hides in the umbra a blurred image
A Demon Or A God
Wherever the body is ‘I’ get up hidden run, fly or float somewhere other I am.
Even when she is even when she is not; wind blows softly leaves look greener
The Bravity Of A Nubile Girl
In the confessions of Sasmita; another stroke; making her love deep and visible; I see my fraility.
The drumstick hangs the calf pushes its head into the fence the bleeding scratch runs.
The odour persists tireness numbs eyelids bow, I feel poor.
As I start the semi brave wishes get wings the cello, the flute—all brighten; I think so I am.
In The Darkness
In the darkness a mango falls an owl hoots wind blows and you smile.
Silence after a murder no kith and keen nearby
Torso Of A Puppet
Light shakes as a branch tilts in the wind life runs
A tree stands there. What’s its name? A bald tree stands there birds come, sit, twitter
Surrounding is sharper a knife than diseases society; more fierce a bullet than my deserted love;
A tree stands there.
What’s its name?
A bald tree stands there
birds come, sit, twitter
Some birds come everyday.
Are they the same?
Sometimes they are.