Suvro Bhattacharya

Butterfly oh yes!
she feels the pain agony the sorrow
for yesterday today and tomorrow!
she conceives all all the sin
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Who are you?
She pushed me
beyond doubt....
Who is she!
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In this world! Man!
I need space; a little
peace a little grace!
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I've walked through
many loves
some; my friend's
some; my own
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'LOVE THY SEX!
SEX YOUR LOVE!

WHERE IS THE CHOICE!
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She was on the edge of her emotion!
No; not in the well of a void!
But in the abyss of
the truth,
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It was not the midnight drill,
Nor any dream necked in blue.
People may cover their own defense,
When night becomes true.
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During the monsoon, all my raindrops drag me
Towards the fast lane of memories.
Taking all the skies and the stretched blues.
Feeling not like the dead warriors
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she was talking in undertone
like the old hermits of the
Buddhist Monastery
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Poetry is the wave
drenching the sea-shore!
Sea-gull hovering overhead!
Poetry is lilack
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We met in dark!
The darkest chamber
of our life!
Even though
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I have walked through
many loves!
Some were pretty!
Naughty as though!
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IF love could be GOD

Dream and aspiration
see success in deeds
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I want to draw you
with the color of my eyes!
Want to warm you up
with all my favourite love!
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The only poem i
try to write
night after night
in the name of sanctity
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YES!
Still i'm not considering the final
countdown.
The death!
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No not about the ignorance!
or the deliberate lie!
Something in between!
You with your mind
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What is art my poet?
Why you poems your
time!
Can't you live without!
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In this middle age
night
illusive sleep
with or without dream!
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Love is an ancient listner,
reveling the true identity!
Waves after waves day and night
before the centuries
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