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Best Poems Written by Samantak Bhadra

Below are the all-time best Samantak Bhadra poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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The Innocent Criminal

Infinite fields of the mind
Mowed down 
For what is natural
Is now a fictional story
That free thought?
Probably
Behind those bars 
Or under house arrest
The free mind
Coerced into submission
External forces
Wiping the colour
Gods of a black and white universe
Gradual decay 
Of the child’s smile
And the innocent euphoria
The present
Is the future we talked about
The reflections in the mirror
Are robots
From the sci-fi movies
Soul is caged
While the body roams
Roams under submission
Eternal war
Bulls and the bullied fight

Feverish soul
Do not doubt
Walk on the road
Do not look beyond
If you want to live long
Shh.. They’re listening
They are listening

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Rain and the Window Pane

That big grey palate
Outside my window
Stroked with raindrops
Happiness from the skies

The window sighs
While I look outside
Gentle drops of water
Adorn the window-frame

The Gods do play
While the Earth sings
She is the bride, they say
We shower her with rain

The earthy fragrance
Flirting with the wild orchids
Lulling the newborn to sleep
Avatars of happiness, it seems

Hoarse laughter from the crow
Perched now on the treetop
Drenched in the rain
Feels like a king, for sure

My mind is on the streets
Jumping in the puddle
Near that tailor’s shop
Simple joy it seeks

Unrestrained hair blowing
Being wooed by the wind
Sitting beside the window
I put on a pleasant grin

The heart is light
The soul is unshackled
Leaving the skin behind
I dissolve in the surroundings

The rain is still falling
The thunder is boasting
Intoxicated I am now
In the wine of happiness

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Ah Margarita

Dark waterfall of soft strands
Playing in the air, loftily....
Dark hollows piercing my heart
White shine-brighter than the sun...
Caricature of the milkiest dye
Rosiest ambrosias, sweet nor'westers....
Angelic face, love supreme
Eve's grace and a hue in cream...
Floating enigma of delight
Captivating perfume of silky nethers....
Encumbering all other damsels
Fairest pearl of the night sky
Outshining the heavens who sculpted her
That is Margarita................
A soul without words
A despair without losses
A bride without the pain
A momentary ray of hope
The sunshine of the day
A melody of mystical times
Margarita is that.............
Masterpiece of my brush
Reflection of my demeanour
Melody of my seasons
That is Margarita...........

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Cosmeticity

I stand in the middle of a playground
And the players move around me
I look at them and sigh
Do they even realize that they’re aging?
They are busy trying
A futile attempt to win
They have rules made by them
They have defined happiness too
They want to master the unconquerable
All the while being slaves themselves
They run in a circle
Believing that there is an end
I cannot stop my laughter
Neither can the birds in the sky
They are the dominoes
Who are controlled not by themselves
They live in a cosmetic city
A city in their minds
My feverish hands call out
But they pay me no heed
I am, after all, one of them

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The Transitional Plunge

The house does not hide
Crying out in different ways
Shards fly with wings of their own
I see the world outside
At the end of the dimly lit corridor
There are 10 doors to my left
10 doors to my right
They command me to enter
Lights flicker animatedly
My eyes move furtively
The soles grow watery
Mad wind in my hair
Nerves in the opaque mind
The distance is far and narrow
Banshees in the cobwebs scream
The feet move… gathering pace
The doors become giants
Strangling the body slowly
The mind is with the soul
Freedom grows bigger
The distance has narrowed
Transforming into ether

Escaping through the corners
Then the plunge into the wave
Dissolving of extremities
The loss … therefore, the peace
No reason to think anymore
The lifting up of arms
And the soaring of spirit
Till the end of freedom
The end… It never shall come…

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The Momentary Word

You spit me out
Like a necessity
Like a volcano
Impatient
I adorn your paper
Resplendent 
Beautified with ink

In a moment of indiscretion
You grow blind
Forgetting me
Strike through
Death knell
Maybe you are lost
Therefore, losing me

In a moment
I fall through 
To the nethers
Glory in tatters
Once desired
Now despicable
Scribbled out

The birth
The cause
Of the death
To live 
To die 
In the same breath
I was alive

Scribbled me out
Disfigured me
But I remain
On the page
Hapless reminder
You had wanted me
Even if for a brief moment

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Musicism For the Soul

Dance down the boulevard
Seraphims of happiness fly
Sweet nectar in the veins
The saxophone plays..
Sharps and flats move..
Move like the beats of my heart
The colours blend in playfully
Neon lights dance to my beats
Leaves flow in a soft deluge
The branches sway at my music

Wrap your arms around it
The ganja flows in the air
Ambrosias smell like the magic
Peels of laughter resound
From beyond the horizon
Aurora dances in the sky
The music of happiness
Time ceases to stare
Wonderstruck eyes at the mirth
The notes build up on you
Build castles in the air
The ultimate saga is this
I play my saxophone
Beside the dusky river
Under the shining moonlight
I play my happy notes

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Let's Be Quiet

Wrapped up by a blanket of sound
The world barks like a hound
The air we breathe is full of noise
They say that we have no choice
What is the meaning of serenity
If it does not exist in our city
Our ears grow old too fast
As peace of mind collects dust
Silence is like a gem today
Like a needle in the hay


Is it so hard to dispel noise
Find some calm and rejoice
Let us revisit the magical silence
Where is the need to be so tense
Let us be quiet for some time
Forget the world full of grime
Let us breathe happily once again
Let us try and become sane

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The Mime Called Time

The leaves fall and wither
Pages turn monotonously
The calendar falls off the wall
I am the witness, stranger

There are no random bursts
There is only consistent loss
The eyes become stones
I have felt it, stranger

The skin peels off slowly
Virility is a dying flame
The mind is a rusted nail
I mourn you, stranger

Grey is your house now
The paint is thus extinct
The creepers are free
I reside there, stranger

A calm fire is burning
Smoke hiding the tear
Devouring that armchair
I know of it, stranger

Memories without colour
And an indefinite abyss
Inevitable and unacceptable
Not your fault, stranger

Incessant hands of the clock
The wind pays no heed
Blowing away the dust
You understand, stranger

Light up your eyes
The wheels stop therefore
Sunlight in the room
You may smile, stranger

Every drop of time
Precious bead in a necklace
Silent message is conveyed
I am a mime, stranger

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Darling Melancholy

Across the seas
Vision travelling
Reaching the horizon
Or so it seems…
Eyes dissolve into oblivion
Ebbing away… perfume of joy
Melancholy
Residue in my mind
Grey soul sees the discoloured world
Blinds for the sunlight
Caged darkness
Rotting mind
Negativity
Filling the vacuum of melancholy
Omnipresent… lingering…
Mind.. an escapist…
In a faraway land now