Spandan Bhattacharyya Poems

Travelling down the memory lane
is not all black 'n white.
Travelling down the memory lane
is not all lacking light.
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Let the dreams go, go behind solace.
No use of fire in the extinguishing furnace.
No need to decorate the bed
in the light spotted darkness.
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In the midst of silence,
sounds destruction,
the relentless noise of the falling stars.
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Staggered and stumbled
I found myself alone, oneday.
Living in solitude with patches of dreams,
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The train passes by and not waiting for me
And I stand alone alongwith thee

The doors are knocked, the tears are wept
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She is busy, she is crazy
she is a quinine pill.
She is frugal, she is lethal
she never pays the bill.
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Saturated relationship, repelled the islands,
and they are disintegrated apart.
They wait for another cyclone or earthquake
which will reconcile them by part.
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The fantasy required for livelihood
is captive in the clenched fist
in the camouflage of darkness
in the undulation of the wrapper.
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Living alone
like the stars of the night
Weaving the dreams
Then
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Reading twenty thousand good poems
can make one write a good poem
Reading twenty thousand good stories
can make one write a good story
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