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.

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.

I am melting in every drop of rain
For not now but years
Sometimes without a sound of thud or clatter
As pain runs through my soul
Though love has taken  asylum in my consciousness
And then my life has now become lighter

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.

History is nothing
A window fixed in the wall of time
Where is a view of partial truth and lie
Seen to one and sometimes to others.

Never marry ******.
Never pay a blackmailer,
Never go to law,
Never trust a publisher,
Or you'll sleep on straw.

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

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

He tried to spit out the truth;
Dry-mouthed at first,
He drooled and slobbered in the end;
Truth dribbling his chin.

I have a tiny heart
Which has undisrupted current for emotions
And in that emotions you reside like a king
Who rules over my thoughts
I feel you hold me
To guide me that I could travel in those areas of sensation
Where no one could yet reach
However  I want to succumb to those vibrations now and till eternity.

There is struggle remained continue inside me
For that I do not want to see repeating
It comes before me again and again
I abuse myself
Why do I do that
But it could happen
To whom my anger explode on
Or in what greed I am trapped
I have to curse own self
But what should I do then?
Struggle, it is a case of occurrence between two breaths
What that conversation has with mind
After having been failed
Frustrated inner self said
Struggle is nothing but that way
Been developed by destiny
for a man like me

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.