I write only the poems that I would enjoy reading.

The heart, full of hatred
Hardened with tarred emotions
It does not beat with rhythm of Love
Discolored beyond recognition
Pumping thick fluid of crass
Across all veins in the body
Paralyzing the mind and the limbs
Finally, hatred suffocates
Unable to breathe the fresh hope
As the body is full of vicious hatred
Asphyxiating the last breath of hope
To revive the chances of Love again
Hatred wins, and the soul, succumbs**



© Amitav (Radiance)

Never look in
to the mirror
in the morning,
you,ll turn to stone,
its not a pretty
sight the face
that is yet to awaken,
with that face distorting YAWN.....

Some say I'm a child of god
Some say of the spawn of the devil
Others say I got the 9 lives of a cat
Others say I'm as filthy as a dog

Pick an adjective
And that's my name
But don't wear it out  
It changes day by day

Some say I'm a child of the stars
Others say I'm the shadow of the sun
Some say my aura is made of gold
Others say its convoluted and gray

Pick an adjective
And that's my name
But don't wear it out
It changes day by day

Some say I have a caring heart
Others say I'm as cold as a stone
Some say they'll be with me for life
Others say I'm better off alone.

Pick an adjective
And that's my name
But don't wear it out
It changes day by day