subhadip bhattacharya


What Time The Shift Starts... - Poem by subhadip bhattacharya

It is one of those eras of travelling.Women - sun tanning.Laptops, cell phone. No it is not the smaller things in life that matters. But the larger goal, the bigger picture, the big question.

To what purpose, why, at what time.At what time the shift starts. Is cooking a good recreation or no? Fast cooked like veggies, bringing down to the question of travelling and travelling and staring.

when the pragmatic mind suddenly turns to an old fashioned view or just looking at a view. Where sports have become the next best thing to sex.

No, it is now the self satisfied picture, the cherished view of the self-fulfilled self with so many things to do, yet himself undone.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 7, 2014



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