BISWARUP SINHA ROY

BISWARUP

SINHA ROY

LOVE IN REAL

Love is the power

to stay alive,

in danger an impetus

to dive,

a push into dungeon,

in unleashing your shackled self from there

a vehement strive.

love is a colour

that shadows other evil hues,

it is a divine spec

help you see everything new.

love is eternal flute

that can emanate an unheard sonata,

love is an aroma even scarce in heaven,

no no!!

It is a fantasy in mundane strata!!

Biswarup Sinha Roy(C)29/01/2017

INDIA(KOLKATA 110)

THE DEATH OF ME

Noticing my gnarled and decaying esteem at root

telesthesia sounded the alarm

helped me foresee the drama to be played

on the stage bigger than life

trampled pages painted by my heart

that were once looked down upon

to be given the shape of book

the hands that shoved me

out of their boundary

standing around my corpse holding garland

Biswarup Sinha Roy(C)29/01/2017

INDIA(KOLKATA 110)

I PROMISE

I'll pin up my trust

to your breathing,

keep staring with blink less eyes

at the pair of twinkling stars

dangling from your sun sheds

on being drowned in almond's aroma

effervescent of your carbon thicket

with my tippled down mind,

when sun camps on the adjacent field to your thicket

after your bathing is over

will help me tread your relief,

I promise I'll chase the grey wind

fleeting towards you with my own time.

(C)29/01/2017

BISWARUP SINHA ROY

INDIA(KOLKATA 110)