Sunday, July 22, 2012


End of Morning raga

Non essential love survives 
in friction,
" Lakhsman Rekha"
multiplies Loneliness
day by day
day by dday.

That word is not said
the day comes to an end,
Heart bleeds with  Bhupali raga,
At the sunset
emptiness spreads to the horizon.

That word is not heard,
Night ends hand in hand 
with Bhairabi raga,
Tearful humming goes to sleep.
agonising " WAIT "
lives with hope
with the fragrant morning air.


@Amiyo
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4 comments:

  1. bhawanaAugust 11, 2012 at 12:16 PM

    beautifull poem , no words..

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  2. bhawanaAugust 11, 2012 at 12:17 PM

    beautifull poem , no words..

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  3. Amiya chatterjeeAugust 20, 2012 at 10:26 AM

    I thank You Bhawana ....and welcome in the beggars cave

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  4. Amiya chatterjeeNovember 26, 2020 at 2:50 AM

    Eight long years ago You were here.... You are still here Like a faithful Trust worthy Friend. Perhaps you now are far more than Friend to me.

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