Debanjan Dhar Poems
|2.||The Golden Of The Dark Lake||7/3/2013|
|4.||Songs From Silver Street||7/3/2013|
|10.||I Dont Have A Gun||7/3/2013|
|12.||Roll On Over||1/17/2014|
|13.||I Would Leave No Breadcrumbs In The Alleyway||3/20/2014|
|14.||A Whiskey Nursery||4/6/2014|
|15.||After You Had Said Goodbye Or Good Riddance For That Matter||4/24/2015|
|16.||Five Feet Ten||1/17/2014|
|17.||The Sun Finds You||7/3/2013|
|18.||No One Was Home||7/3/2013|
|19.||A Beat A Stone||7/4/2013|
A Beat A Stone
A beat is a stone to which a parachute is tied.
A beat is a ripple, Welcome my mermaid bride.
When the beat is done, you have tried your heart,
Cheek and tongue.
There is a beat in a light in a little packet.
There’s a purple tree on a white sheet.
Silver strings from silver streets.
All in a beat in a constant speed.
Gorillas shy in the eagle’s sky
There’s a beat in the red of the summer’s death.
Picture perfect, catch that bluff
Swing thou beat, at the off.
A light is shown on the men, who work,
Men who smirk, men who pause to miss a ...
Songs From Silver Street
Sweetest words long dead in time,
All stripped of warmth as a phantom’s mime,
Do the glass door act on the stage called mind.
It seems the theater hall is not a place to unwind.
Yet the words beam through blurring rain,
The streetlight excavates the narrowest lane.
The dust and mud give in to the zeal,
Silver Street returns the gift peal after peal.
If ever two windows have shared a thought,