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.||After You Had Said Goodbye Or Good Riddance For That Matter||4/24/2015|
|14.||Five Feet Ten||1/17/2014|
|15.||The Sun Finds You||7/3/2013|
|16.||No One Was Home||7/3/2013|
|18.||A Whiskey Nursery||4/6/2014|
|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 ...
The Sun Finds You
Maybe I’ll stumble on a way out of you
Maybe you’ll agree there was a way to blue
Maybe there’s a time to show you by your hands
Where I have been
Blue sun guards the dusk and by the fence
Waits an old man to tell you a few tales...
…Tales from your chest in the attic
Tales that kept a part of you static