Biography of Sudipta Biswas
Sudipta Biswas is a well known poet of West Bengal (India) .His poems have been widely published in different magazines in Bengali and English.Poetry books of Sudipta Biswas: -
1.Megher Meye, (Rhymes, Bengali)
2.Pankoudir Dub, (poems, Bengali)
3.Oyster Life, (poems, English)
4.Jhinuk Jibon, (poems, Bengali)
5.Chadar Deshe, (Rhymes, Bengali)
6.Hridi Chuye Jay.(poems, Bengali)
Sudipta Biswas's Works:
Oyster Life, in English
'Jhinuk Jiban', 'Megher meye''Pankoudir Dub''Hridi Chuye Jay'and 'Chadar Deshe' (in Bengali language)
Sudipta Biswas Poems
On the riverbank, there are half burnt Firewood, an old pillow, a tattered quilt And a broken terracotta pot All spread out all over the place.
A Holy Tradition
This is not only good This is not only beautiful This is splendid! Paving the journey of time, this marching forward…
O Bird… Come Bird...
Whenever I see a lonely bird is flying I frighten, once again I have to fall in love!
The Last Call
The last day my address will be changed I will reach into a unknown star You’ll come in the Ganga bank to adieu me At the end of the day I’ll whisper -
Insult Of A Diver
My love comes after touching all flowers, birds and stars Where can I get that sanctity to keep the sacred pearl? So I want it should be evaporated like camphor. Like a mad I looked for a suitable pot but failed
For long no one came near to me For long I also not approached to anyone. In fact no one come near to any one now-a-days. We all have forgotten how to come closer.
Which ripples goes how far… Which one breaks near the very point of formation… The ocean never calculates that. We are coming and going back
Voice Of Stras
Oh! Look at the river Look at her silvery necklace. Oh! Look at the ripples of the ocean Look at her breathing style.
Silently, very silently my heart cried Stream of blood has been flown inside me. But all are in vain. Many a moonlit night, bright brisk day
The Marching Forward
This is not only good. This is not only beautiful. This is splendid! Paving the track of time, with this marching forward…
I Remember You
If possible, come back in my life At dead night With the ticking of clock With the hooting of owl
Now, in this beautiful world We'll live an oyster-life. I'll hover throughout the night
Into Another Galaxy
My entire poetry went away… Even after a whole hearted try I can't write a poem of love. But, one day I was a lover!
Long before you have left me Still I believe soon you will come back That rosy life will come back. Many a water has been flown along the river
On the riverbank, there are half burnt
Firewood, an old pillow, a tattered quilt
And a broken terracotta pot
All spread out all over the place.
Four bamboo sticks are at four corners,
Still burning with smoke.
The water from the river flows and it washes