Shubham

Shubham Aug 2019

The west wind
whistle through the bamboos
A sharp stars
look through us

A memory of you
echos in the system
like truth;
it goes through us

Shubham Aug 2019

Justice

Till I am right
and you are wrong
a sense

in me
and above me
in you

and above you
binds us
to reason.

Shubham Aug 2019

Fear

an unknown form
it must have came in,
in dark

like winter wind
a long squeak inside
deepens in skull and bones

an unsettling silence
trailed
till the dark

Shubham Nov 2017

By Sourav Das(Untitled)

You can beg her all night,
the deal seldom goes smooth.
After a million doses of poison-lies,
she might give you an epsilon truth.

Author Sourav Das

— The End —