The true Independence!
Oh! gallant time of the year
Taking a rotation once again ya here
Knitting together a bravery cadence
Bellowing loud the cheers if independence.
But soon,the bellowing turns...
Inside My Heart – A Poem
inside my heart
In my own world
I lived with u
I talked with u
Share the bunch of talk with u
Feel the essence of ur touch
Decorate own...
She – A Poem
As powerful as the storm.
As perpetual as the waves.
As adroit as the breeze.
As animate as petrichor.
Like the wrecks of a ship, eternal and sublime.
She is beauty incarnate.
She is power incognito.
A paradigm of warmth.
An epitome of fire.
Infinite in every direction.
A mishmash of tints.
Red and blue.
She is the universe.
Avuncular.
Enormous.
Embracing.
Intimidating.
Breathtaking.
And in it, the ethereal constellations.
by Titas Chowdhury
Her First Day at Work- Tale of a Prostitute!
Her First Day at Work- A Poem
It moved Monsignors and harlots alike,
The fangless demon in the precarious night.
Trudging, she knew it all along
Waited He...
Not a love song
He landed up in my world of words.
I could not contain him
In my functional life’s coloured folds
Never did I want to, it seemed.
It was some two years ago,
My eyes wandering to and fro
The dusty lanes and crowded bazaars,
Rested on the waves that lashed
Merrily and mellifluously upon his face.
His locks swayed to the moods of the breeze
And his face hung in solitude like the pale moon.
He was a complete stranger and
Therefore, my thoughts did weave
Character unto him. He existed only in mind?
His springy steps through the lawn
Was like a couplet each paired step at dawn?
Sufficient unto itself and not allowing
The observer to stretch further, thus, halting.
The long standing glance he shared
With the stars while smoke rolled out
To design clouds about them to confuse
The natural order of things,
Remained deeply into the night above him,
And brought back untainted images of poetry.
He was a poem, floating in the lightness
Of many lost thoughts emerging and dying.