Biography of Sambidhan Acharya
Recently been featured in few poem anthologies and is writing regularly for national daily.
Sambidhan Acharya's Works:
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Sambidhan Acharya Poems
What Those Marriage Worth, I Am Already ...
What those marriage worth, I am already yours We have marriage by heart not by rituals. Our marriage is pious then those done by priests And those other who are eyeing are big fool
Am I A Mannequin?
When, I was young but, useless, I use to look at those mannequins in the market, Standing still and posing the clothes that its masters make it wear, Then, I would see myself,
After Your Departure
When you were present, Your advice pinched me like thorns, Every question for misdeeds Meant like you were being over possessive,
I asked God, “Do you respect someone”, He nodded his head and yes, it’s with you was his reply, I asked even the devils, “Do they fear from some one”, He too nodded his head and said, yes, it’s with you was his reply.
I want to understand why those paws snatches life, I want to read those fiery eyes, And the pain that you have no friends,
Dusk is near,
When You Depart With Me For A Day
Just we departed to respective home, But, still I feel the departure for a long time, I don’t know why the flower withered And the cloud are blocking the sun to raise
I was passing by the hills, Suddenly, I saw a reaper sing, He was humbling a tone, Anyone who could pass by.
Search For Pleasure
I went to the Everest summit, I went down to the bottom of the sea, I went even to the extreme end of the Earth, But could not find the pleasure I desired.
A Faux Pas
When she came near and said me, 'I love you.' I disposed her proposal laughing, She walked away and then left me, I knew she was my best of friend,
Those Bare Forests
When I was young, I had gone to this forest, It was dark, deep and wild, Like my youth it was full of resources, I had spent few days there and had learned how the forest life is?
I The Assasinor
Today, too I am loaded with gun, To kiss the person to the dusk of his life, I always get worried when the trigger starts telling me, 'Come on, press me shoot the man.'
I Want To Be Free
Those tension responsibilities, I don’t want to take, Study being serious at every point of life I cannot be, The pressure I am within I don’t want to be in, I want to be free.
What Would I Do Living In This World?
Flattering tongue, greasy speeches, Showy life, running after wealth, Fading one’s quality, following what other’s do, What would I do living in this world?
The Flowers Of May
How dare the bee touch you?
How dare the air make you shake?
How can anyone pluck you?
And make you cry through droplets.
I fight all the month for them, who touch, pluck and shake you,
The different colours you possess is greater than any rainbow,
Your fragrance is billions time sweeter than the perfume of Arabia,
Even the ambrosia cannot be sweeter than the droplets of water from your petal.
Rose, Lily, Jasmine, Lotus all are so darling name,