A person engaged into the day to day life of employment with an educational background in Commerce, and taking a keen interest in listening to music, reading and writing poems on scattered subjects.Most of the efforts are in simpler language with a flow and imagery. more »
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Indranil Bhaduri Poems
End of Existence
A breathing bud of life Lived inside her womb, Waiting to take a plunge Into the beautiful crooked world,
As the sun shone bright Over the intense deep blue ocean, The small boat smoothly sailed, Moving calmly over the mild waves,
Walking down the rough streets of life I am truly all alone, With hopes of new dreams turning true, Olden days are long bygone.
I gazed towards the window And found a caterpillar crawling, With eager thoughts in my heart I kept myself staring.
An Addict's Dream
It was midnight hours as he laid, Listening to the clock which just struck twelve, Rolling over the dirty floor With ever intense pain,
Could You Say?
When you smile with a cheerful face Touching my soul staying far far away, I dream of you with a delightful mind And live for you every night and day.
There it was a deadly silence, grasping all around! The insects rejoiced, slowly crawling, causing yet no sound. Pitch darkness prevailed then, all across the land! And there walked a human figure, a lit-up lamp in his hand.
A Painter's Dream
It was midnight as I painted The voluptuous figure of a long-haired woman, Calmly lying on her death-bed with closed eyes, Trying to remember her days of lost love,
Crumpled Piece Of Paper
I was all alone With the pale candle light burning by my side. Disturbed thoughts and isolated mind Eating up my soul.
Some expressions are made for you, Some words speak to care, Some lines are penned to view, Some thoughts live to share.
A Second Saviour
Life gets annihilated, history rewrites, War grasps nature with its caliginous veil Human race cries in intense pain, Green goes dry as icebergs melt,
Your eyes are still the same, They speak to me in soft whispers, As they used to do, long ago.. I can once again, view the dreams
A Story Begins
You are like a tiny boat, Sailing alone in the blue ocean Seeking to hug your dream lover Dipping yourself with intense emotion
It was a gloomy afternoon. The sky overcast with dark clouds.. Time passed by to make me realise, Fate has been sealed in my own hands…
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End of Existence
A breathing bud of life
Lived inside her womb,
Waiting to take a plunge
Into the beautiful crooked world,
In the broad shining daylight.
The closed eyes and the kicks
Made her turn crimson red,
As she blushed feeling shy,
Expressing her eternal glee,
With happy tears as she shed.
Time moved on
As the sharp social claws,
Pounced on the maiden,
And she screamed and cried,
To save the heartbeats inside
But all in vain!
The blood flowing on the floor
Announced the annihilation of existence,
As the budding seed and the lass