On Valentines Day
Love is a tingling in your heart
That never stops
...
As the first dropp of sun peeks through the window….
The little sparrow dances around…
Over the roof round and round…..
Even the happy prince would have been proud
...
The golden line ……speaks of their plight
The boastful sun is no more bright….
As it sinks behind the bay
Beyond the green fields …goes another day…..
...
Time and memory …
Dark night…..sound of rain
A sad note breaking the silence ….
...
Scent of Heaven
Just when you sense the scent of heaven……
Just when you are about to touch the sky….
Just when you try to lit the light …..
...
One day all of a sudden……….I see…
The chirping birds…the trembling cold…the whistling wind
A new morning…fresh like the dew drops……….
...
It’s long since you loved me
But now the memory has lost it too..
Did you love me in some valleys deep?
Or in lands strange?
...
Each moment dies in a reaction
And all the moments put together
don't make a tangible whole
...
life is a poem....)
On Valentines Day
On Valentines Day
Love is a tingling in your heart
That never stops
Love is
Midsummer night’s dream
And a few dew drops
Love is a mystery without a clue
Love is
To say, yes I love you.
Love is a utopia
But you can see, feel and touch
Love is a reality
That makes you laugh, cry and laugh.
Love is
Buying a rose on Valentine’s Day
Love is
A falling star that makes you pray
Love is
Rare but also true
Love is
To say, yes- I love you.
Love makes you think
Love makes you dream
Love makes you to tour
Singapore or Palmpore…
Love makes you see
How lonely a man can be
Love is to start never to adieu
Love is to say- yes, I love you.
Love is history and love is future
Love brings us close to nature
Love is Bengal and also Himachal
Love is me and love is you
Love is to say- Shanu I love you!
Haven't heard anything new from you since long! ! ! Waiting for ur new piece of work.....
Simply great. the depth he has in his writings really touch your heart.Keep it up
Dear Anirban, no matter how much busy you are, you have no right to deprive us from your sweet poems. Please resume writing.