Jyotishman Debnath Poems

And they say
they are pilgrims
they are doing it for their God's sake
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I) I have always been fascinated by the word antonym
whatever befalls me
I m just a mute spectator
say I'm walking up the hill
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The voice of the tree gets frozen
and the snow falls on the heart of the winter

it has been broken
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I wanted to draw a painting
on the canvas called life...
beatiful, mystic yet attractive..
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I revisited
the ailing forest
carpeted with autumnal leaves
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the candle is lighten up
with the mercy of cold angry air.

i started searching for myself
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who cries at midnight
what comes out from the heart of the rock?

the thousand years of grief
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I'm hearing the robust laugh
from the crowd
the clown
the man behind the painted face
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Please!
sometimes somewhere in the four corner
a deep rooted blankness hugs me tightly
the wind blows sharp
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what did I get by touching the womb of life
what comes and what goes
the tears I cried
came back as a mystic smile of life
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