My Season
My skin is the only dress I wear. Peel it off, and you’ll see, What holds me together? A walking…
Poetry from the heart.
My skin is the only dress I wear. Peel it off, and you’ll see, What holds me together? A walking…
In that cruel city of fate, I have a cruel mistress, Coming on to me late, Upon a high fortress,…
I know there are two ways out, The hard earned one and the easy inn, Fight it through or mess…
A cute tiny kitten, As cute as it can get, Her lashes curtains her winks,
Sometimes when I’m alone I cry. . . . Because I’m on my own. ; tears are innocent,
— Arunansu Bandyopadhyay to chose between a daffodil and a daisy — the obsessed Narcissus or the ‘eye of a…
I must have been in deep sleep For, when I opened my eyes I could not remember a thing
A Mirror Cinquain by Arunansu Bandyopadhyay fusing the two ice cubes shaped like two frigid hearts
And he hangs there alone, quiet on the tree, looking down at the world,unlike them he’s free. The world unfair,…
The blue sky, covered with white mist, In the early morning of a cold December day The icy cold wind,
by Arunansu Bandyopadhyay Every room in Aunt Kelly’s home is a regular hexahedron You enter her dining space, and come…
Behind serpentine bars on tired windows, Sits n stares my childhood, Yesterday was an abyss; tomorrow is a myth,
Not made of honey and yet so fair Heat melts her away but heat doesn’t dare Big black eyes as…
My love for you is not just a matter of time, It has more value than a banal dime… It…