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Best Poems Written by Suvro Bhattacharya

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Anonymous Pride

Anonymous Pride
SriSuvro

This road  lurking along our 
Blemished pride like the troops
Marching forward to invade
Sunny days moonlit nights.

Amorous figures with part time
Assignments, perfectly shaped-
With precise timing yet dubious
Methods, never look back.

Shadows around the forlorn 
Pages of distant words and 
Forgotten lines always try to
Put their protests straight....

Inside our empty signatures
Inside our empty utterances
Inside our empty embryos
We never lament, never look back.

This road lurking towards 
Echoes of all epics. And our
Empty reflections in reverse 
Order look alike in all directions.

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Back To the Essentials

Back to the days of the first encounters,
Back to the pictures with the zoom effects in full.
Back to first names hanging from those innocent lips.
Back when the earth was singing with the fool moon.

With each glances under the whispers of hearts.
With each letters of innocent beliefs like the dawn.
With each stroke of dreams under the stars of the Milky Way.
With all the blessings of the purest hearts around, from down memory lane.

We promised to keep the track clean 
Like the heaven installed in the heart.
Keeping the flame inflamed in humility.
Even everything becomes dark.

But when everything was waiting for our touch.
The sky to color in blue.
Water to overcome the thirst.
Breeze to fly with oxygen.

Light to overpower the dark.
Dawn to nurse the night.
Peace to settle the wars.
Truth to start the fight.

Words were fallen from the hope.
Promises died out of doubts.
Dreams were shadowed by experiences,
For wisdom prevails at last.

No more sentences for dreams.
No more words to count.
No more promises to keep, 
Between you and me.

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Clueless

Guilty or not, yet it hurts to break the rhythm.
I thought I had got the right clue.
No never, I was wrong. 
I always hear them in their witness box.
Not to tell the truth, but to fabricate one.
Pieces of misinformation vow to make us wise.
Right or wrong, pleasant or irked, it remains all the same.
So I scream all day long, along with the running foot falls.
Along with all our ancestors dead or forgotten.
Alone in my hole, with fried dreams and drinking stale hopes.
Somewhere between the lines lies false prides to sing along.
Voice and the texture of history ever remain the same.
To crack a joke besides our witness box.
Sometimes the rhythm sinks, 
Or sometimes we feel badly beaten. 
Guilty or not, yet it hurts or break the rhythm.
Rhythm you believe makes you noble.
Gives you the key to unlock the heaven.
Guilty or not, it pays no dividend.

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The Light House

All night my heart shines in the Milkyway;
Shadowed under the words-
Wordsworth had mosaic ed beside the lamp!

The hunting ground for human souls
To love with heart
To love with care
When dark woods and high hills, roaring seas are almost 
honest and bare to the minimum!

Snow were beginning to to wane in hollows.
Sun was hovering on human pathos.
Movement of pain 
Through the passages of bullet injuries.
Humiliating simple hopes 
High and low. 
Ardent belief seized by state of despair
Opens the floodgate.
Poetic genius like roving owl
Finding right-words
Framing into the souls!

All night the Milkyway bright and gay!
And i was there, my heart shines in the Milkyway.

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I and My Death

I AND MY DEATH.
SriSuvro.

We were wandering desolate in front of time eternity.
Everyday every night to witness the dead poets in the labor rooms
Crying for the first word to breath anew.
Life may laugh at us life may sing our elegy, 
We can shake our hands in union, in disagreement, in mutual understanding,
But not in disbelieve!
People with white teeth, People with pants on,
People with secrete codes may try to deny us, may try to resist,
May try to switch off the bad dreams but we prevail.
Again if you draw new lines to erase our outlines
Again if you sing false notes to set new truths
Again if you try to outsmart us,
Not a single leaf will turn alive from their yellow grief.
Not a single day rest awhile.
Not a single grave will write a new poem
From eternity. 
I and my death will stand alone under debris.
Time may wash out, but we prevail.