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Tapan Susheel Aug 2017
For we have thought the longer thoughts
And gone the shorter way.
And we have danced to devils' tunes,
Shivering home to pray;
To serve one master in the night,
Another in the day.
Tapan Susheel Jul 2018
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
452 · Jan 2019
Third
445 · Jan 2019
The Night by Emily Bronte
Tapan Susheel Jan 2019
The night is darkening round me,
The wild winds coldly blow;
But a tyrant spell has bound me
And I cannot, cannot go.

The giant trees are bending
Their bare boughs weighed with snow,
And the storm is fast descending
And yet I cannot go.

Clouds beyond clouds above me,
Wastes beyond wastes below;
But nothing drear can move me;
I will not, cannot go.
332 · Feb 2019
two
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.
314 · Mar 2019
History by 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 Jul 2017
Never marry ******.
Never pay a blackmailer,
Never go to law,
Never trust a publisher,
Or you'll sleep on straw.
265 · Aug 2017
Heredity by Thomas Hardy
Tapan Susheel Aug 2017
I am the family face;
Flesh perishes, I live on,
Projecting trait and trace
Through time to times anon,
And leaping from place to place
Over oblivion.

The years-heired feature that can
In curve and voice and eye
Despise the human span
Of durance—that is I;
The eternal thing in man,
That heeds no call to die.
Tapan Susheel Apr 2019
How heavy the days are.
There's not a fire that can warm me,
Not a sun to laugh with me,
Everything bare,
Everything cold and merciless,
And even the beloved, clear
Stars look desolately down,
Since I learned in my heart that
Love can die.
254 · Jul 2019
Tied Thoughts
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 Jul 2018
He tried to spit out the truth;
Dry-mouthed at first,
He drooled and slobbered in the end;
Truth dribbling his chin.
230 · Feb 2019
Touch by Octavio Paz
Tapan Susheel Feb 2019
My hands
open the curtains of your being
clothe you in a further ******
uncover the bodies of your body
My hands
invent another body for your body.
Tapan Susheel Jan 2019
I am afraid to own a Body—
I am afraid to own a Soul—
Profound—precarious Property—
Possession, not optional—

Double Estate—entailed at pleasure
Upon an unsuspecting Heir—
Duke in a moment of Deathlessness
And God, for a Frontier.
224 · Feb 2019
A Girl by Ezra Pound
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.

— The End —