Biography of Pradip Dasgupta
I started writing Poems at the age of seven.However, my real interests in poetry started in 2012 after some unexplained and mysteries situation in my life. For me, My poetry is like my god which I daily preach and pray. I find it as a medium that connect me and my soul to my god.
Talking about my personal life, I am expected to complete my post graduation in Business management 2016.I am a nature person and believe nature has immense power to heal and renew our soul.
I write poems with a lot of thinking and self-indulgence. One day, I am hopeful of becoming a world-class poet and well received by most of the poetic lovers.
Pradip Dasgupta Poems
Let the moment be still in the starry night. let the indulgence of this moment be as quiet and secret as the
The Arrival Of Monsoon
I loose myself when i see a glimpse of you and then i curse my fast moving heart and my unopened silence that
My smile and my life is with you. My beginning and my end is with you.
Heart a place where blood flows. but poet heart's, a sacred place where his
Fire Of Love
Fire of love does not starts easily but once it caught cannot be stopped easily. One never knows how one
I knew that i can forgot you but i never knew that my heart will deceive me this way. I am not even in your memory but my memory is full of yours. sometimes cause happiness and sometimes pain. But i never learned to come out from them. Your memory burns and broke my heart again and again. From where and doing what can i erase
The night is accompanied by cool winds of summer to comfort those who have remain uneasy for whole day. Sometimes the rain come to comfort it with wild winds. The storms brings relief to dry soul.
They walk through the snow, through lofty mountains, through deserts to make your walk safe. They remain asleep all night just to make sure you sleep sound.
Let the poet mind wonder through stars, moon, mountain, wilderness to collect the nectar of his creation.
The world no longer holds my interest. Come! my heart lets's walk to the old road of my lover.
To the almighty blessed my motherland among the radiance of the sky. Where the mesmerising mighty rivers cut its the path along the soil of Jharkhand.
Songs Of Her
I have forgot the lyrics but i want to hmm the song. The song so snooting to my ears often my soul rest upon it.
Life, A Season
Things starts from spring when flowers start blooming. where a leaf come out from seed just like child
She Is Women
Looking to the world outside
by sitting in the balcony.
Staying under the lines which is made for her.
Remaining in the chains
she sees a dreams of
she smiles with the smile of others.
she is a wife,