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Tapan Susheel May 2023
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
Tapan Susheel Jul 2019
I, for that love
That has been tied with my thoughts
To get untied by only those hands
Which touch my consciousness
A sensation moves up in my whole body
The fire resides in deep down me
But it would be she that get scorched with.
--Tapan Susheel
Tapan Susheel Apr 2019
How we start talking
Thoughts have got lost in vacuum
What the image of happiness and of grief
That have transformed into blurring to me
You are very naïve
And my journey on the way of love remained to be  
A vagabond, spoiled and the trite
I know your buzz of ‘after that’
What would be happen to journey of our love
In search of peace there would be depression
And my kismet would favour my misfortune too  
Better you take advantage of my experiences to rich your life
Not the playing with confusing emotions persisted in the  love
--Tapan Susheel
Tapan Susheel Mar 2019
History is nothing—
a window fixed
in the wall of time,
showing partial truths
and hidden lies,
seen by some,
missed by others.
@Tapan Susheel
Tapan Susheel Feb 2019
The tree has entered my hands,
The sap has ascended my arms,
The tree has grown in my breast—
Downward,
The branches grow out of me, like arms.

Tree you are,
Moss you are,
You are violets with wind above them.
A child—so high—you are,
And all this is folly to the world.
Tapan Susheel Feb 2019
There is a struggle
that continues inside me.
I do not want to see it repeat—
and yet,
it comes before me
again and again.

I end up abusing myself.
Why do I do that?
But maybe it happens—
on whom should my anger explode?
Or in what greed
have I been trapped?

I am left
cursing myself.
But what should I do then?

Struggle—
it is a moment
that happens
between two breaths.

What kind of conversation
does it have with the mind?

And after having failed,
the frustrated inner self says—
Struggle is nothing
but a way
that has been made
by destiny,
for someone like me.
@Tapan Susheel
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