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Kingshuk Chakraborty Poems
I opened the window, I allowed the wind to move in. Now cyclone in my mind. Thoughts are moving aimlessly.
When my mind becomes battlefield Thoughts get engaged in war. When I bleed but do not know, Which way I should go!
You are still there in my mind. You are so real, Equally dream sometime Like a distant star out of my reach.
You Were Gone
Emptiness has covered my mind. You were gone. This was any way expected. What I never thought,
I know how it is When she smiles for others And deep inside her a disturbed weather Bangs the doors,
Under the same roof they live. Yet they remain unheard to each other. One is stuck with Facebook, Glued onto her mobile is another.
Winter In and Out
To chase the cold away Someone puts on sweater Someone burns the dry leaves And somewhere hearth becomes a fetter.
Colors of a Rainbow... In tears, piercing light of joy Makes a life glow!
Drops while he runs Balconies high up await a catch Find throws accurately in Not making it to the ground in time
I lost you behind the silence. Beneath the rocks, like The time stops at eternal peace. You are there still, as bright in my mind.
I Remember You
Open my eyes. You never slept in my sub-concious mind. The freshness of the morning all around me. I remember you.
You are in me
Tied up here at work; But my heart longs for you. Wish you knew. It's a root deep inside me,
It's another day
It's another day. Many mails, yet an empty mail box. Many calls, yet an empty mind. Facebook is flooded with thoughts,
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I opened the window,
I allowed the wind to move in.
Now cyclone in my mind.
Thoughts are moving aimlessly.
Some beliefs are uprooted,
Some fear to loose existence.
What stands out now, is reality.