Riju Bhaumik

Through out all these
Fourty two years
I have done...........
Only this,
...

Not in a mood to write,
write flawless any more.
What? if,
I think aloud and
...

Spring Knows,
How I pretend to be a poet,
scribe waves on water
And
...

Absolute truth
seems to be strange
more we ponder
more it change
...

I am what,

I ve left behind
...

In this cloudy morning

as I decorate you
...

Then,
When you start living...............

Live in the morning
...

Four of them
sitting in front
kept asking on...........
Can you answer this?
...

Moonlit night or
Whatever,
let the alibi be,
I die to sleep with you,
...

when Iam
not fondling you
with my wildest thoughts
what else shall I
...