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.||Five Feet Ten||1/17/2014|
|14.||The Sun Finds You||7/3/2013|
|15.||No One Was Home||7/3/2013|
|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
That was just a gimmick, a poor hand on mimic,
Tasteless stereo-comic - How outrageously platonic.
Makes a fellow laugh, be indifferent as a calf.
May cut the head in halves and then lead the mind to starve
For a gentle wise approval, for a deeper sense of real.
An age and its burial, the present in a visual,
Like a leading man on the stage, like the peasant in the tiger cage,
From the mountain home of a sage comes an order to simply graze.
On a sunshine golden hay