RAJESH.C BOSE

She was my Eve
I was her Adam
Every night we used to sit
In our Garden in the Eden
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I enter the quiet,
The quiet of my mother's heart,
A silence aged and deep.
She dwelled within this hush,
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I have to bid adieu
To my neighbors first
Then to my friends old and new
Because tonight I have a visitor
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This is the hour of expectation, my pals
This is the hour of waiting.
The night is cold and the air is still
And I'm waiting for your calls, my pals
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Looking back from this space and time
I know I'm an outcast forever
In different ways
In outlook
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1. Illusion of Poets
Poets see the world
Not as world
but in words
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When you make your Will
The Will of your mind
Keep my memories..
Hope I won't slip out
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Tempting is the urge
But the steps are hidden
Hidden behind the snow flakes of time
Misty yet mysterious
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Scene 1.The souls in the bus shelter

It was pouring down
Like the London Bridge was falling down
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Can one be mature
If he gets Old?
That's my first question.
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I met him first
At my door step
It was a sultry summer
And he was at my door step.
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At night my daughter does gaze at sky
At that instant stars do fall into her eyes
At dawn she wakes up and looks at me in joy
At that moment stars do fall from her eyes!
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The narrow strip of land
Stretched before me in sand
Like a voluptuous mermaid
Lying on the lap of time.
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I remember
I remember the day...
I remember the day I lost my soul
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Twice I met her in my life
On both occasions it was brief
I tried to have a touch of her
Yet she eluded me in mystic manner
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Oh! What a trap it is!
Now i have been destined to be a prisoner forever
Oh! The walls of prison is so hard
It's impossible for me to break it
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You know me pals...
Because you have lived with me for one year..
Now hours are left for me..
the exit is there..
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Poetry is something sublime
Said by my friends supreme
Cause' I wanted to be a poet
As poets are something next
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JANE…IT'S FOR YOU! (in memory of Jane Austin)

From this window of mine
Mystified with mist and vine
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