Debanjan Dhar Poems
|1.||Songs From Silver Street||7/3/2013|
|3.||The Golden Of The Dark Lake||7/3/2013|
|7.||I Dont Have A Gun||7/3/2013|
|9.||Roll On Over||1/17/2014|
|12.||I Would Leave No Breadcrumbs In The Alleyway||3/20/2014|
|13.||The Sun Finds You||7/3/2013|
|14.||No One Was Home||7/3/2013|
|15.||Five Feet Ten||1/17/2014|
|17.||After You Had Said Goodbye Or Good Riddance For That Matter||4/24/2015|
|18.||A Beat A Stone||7/4/2013|
|19.||A Whiskey Nursery||4/6/2014|
A Whiskey Nursery
A little bit of whiskey does make things a little better. That is why a man must make some money. Then he can work all day and come back home and drink his whiskey before anything goes wrong in the head. The heart can take care of itself. It is the mind that keeps the heart in its bad company. I had you in my mind when I was lighting up that cigarette. Something reminded me of the way you lit your cigarette, the first one I had ever seen you light. You had an unusual way of striking the matchstick to the box. You would not shield the flame and you would quietly express your displeasure if the ...Read the full of A Whiskey Nursery
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,