Biography of Sourav RCY
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Sourav RCY Poems
I’m sorry of being so emotional I’m sorry of being so possessive I’m sorry that I cry for you I’m sorry because I can’t live without you
Come To Me
Do you want to be like me? Tell me do you want to be? Do you want to see the things The way I want you to see?
White Blank Paper
On a white blank paper I'm writing the chronicle of a tormented soul Reality and dream are two different things Can't achieve the same goal
I Love You
How many times I said I love you I can’t remember, you forgot too What we remember is the fragrance of love How much we get never seems enough
Enough of this crazy run Now it’s no more fun Every moment my soul gets burned Though still I don’t know where to turn
Dedicated To You
You gave me a life that was alien to me You showed me love is for real not just a fantasy You look at me, hold my hands & take me strength to strength
In the calamity of mind’s biggest mystery I see an antithetical me; So every time a conflict begins
Raise the voice for your abducted rights Against the discrimination and agonal plight In a world - driven by race and power Stop dozing at your zone; don’t act like coward.
I’ve never thought we’d meet again But that day had come to renew the pain Over the years I’ve become little insane And you’ve turned some abysmally plain.
In the midst of concrete jungle Where dreams live, life tangles I hunt for a spot with my finesse Where I can see life’s axenic face.
All are the same; just they are same They look identical, look like machines All play same game; with the same name Mix of connatural talks, and the same means
One dropp of rain A glimpse of sun One stroke of pain A touch of fun
Tomorrow is the new day May be a new way to turn But if I walk on the same way I’d lose out all the fun
Enough of this crazy run
Now it’s no more fun
Every moment my soul gets burned
Though still I don’t know where to turn
But enough of this fury & madness
It’s certainly now a hopeless case
Dreams are gone without a trace
And who is crying is anybody’s guess