Indranil Barat Poems

On the brink I stand alone,
Thinking of u, just u.
The breeze is still, my motions mum,
I donot know why on my deathbed I am taking so long.
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A gun and some bullets, you know what to expect, blooded hands and rotten wounds, and darker and the dark nights, those rainy days, those cruel beings, some cruel intentions and the gang fights.
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Bring ur hand close to ur heart, and say what u feel,
Every beat, every breath, reminds u,
Of the life u never lived.
Something's missing, something's lost,
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Your memories have existed with me for years,
Sometimes with laughter, sometimes with tears.
Sometimes with the morning sky, glimmering in blue,
Walking on the misty lanes, in the winter dew.
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I always get, a little late,
When something important, is to be said,
And some promises, are to be kept,
Or some commitments, are to be made...
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