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Sounak Das Jul 2012
Where have you been , my lover erratic wind ,

When i shone through the moans

of a thousand unhappy souls .

Glistened on the seas which murmured with the bees ,

tempting you to rise , take me by surprise ,

praying when the last bell tolls .



Shameless hunger of mine , above all sins and divine ,

kept my eyes open , to linger on every word spoken

in the stillness of the dark .

I surrendered every light i borrowed from the night ,

mirrored on the hope , to let the poets *****

in the dullness , a silver spark .



So far stand i , you cannot hear me cry ,

So stretch my hands not , the laws have you forgot ,

which defines us to look forever gay .

Plead them to love , even when the red clouds me above ,

overlooks with sullen pity , on damp matchboxes you call city ,

gray with the recall of the day .



Every search ends futile , no Ganges no Nile ,

to let flow my pains , or to drench in the rains ,

You stole , left me deprived .

Still i would smile , from many million a mile,

Carry me , my scent , to the skies where i descent,

And remember once and now , in a lonely corner i survived .
Sounak Das Mar 2012
a moments haste

and she buries herself forever

leaving behind a fruit or two

her debts for the seasons i gazed

nonchalantly........

when suppressed echoes flowed like a dormant volcano

and listless conversations

encumbered profound northwesters of the cerebrum...

— The End —