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Best Poems Written by Sudipto Nag

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Peace

Your hand is lying over the table.
An aura of innocence over your head
sparkling like a blooming sunflower.
You haven’t slept for million years.
All the hot blooded complainers and
Cruel smiles are hovering in the air. 
Calm like a tomb you are smiling and
dreaming about an unreal dream of love.
Don’t open your eyes before you travel
back and discover the weeping meadow.

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Gas Balloon

Derailed, dizzy, drunk, I snore on my floor.
Naked, unshaven, bald I don’t beg for a penny.
Rotten poems, intellectual crap, I'm agnostic.
Warm dialogues, Worms all over me, I'm reckless.
Shivering and shouting, I'm searching for my balls.
Hallucination, Marijuana, dreams, life is a gas balloon.

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Rest In Peace

( I wrote this poem after my best friend's death)

You played hide and seek with the death.
Then you gone away like a piece of paper.
Your body was found, not responding.
The doctors declared you dead.
We all mourned for our selfish life.
Somebody fingered at the building maintenance.
While someone was searching for its root
I was madly roaming everywhere
Of course, searching for you vainly
You smiled and told me
‘Bengali’, I'm doing yoga only.

* The people from state West Bengal are known as 'Bengali' in India.

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Your Dad

You shouldn't be ashamed of your vileness.
Your dad was an honest person long ago.
The smell of alcohol and a broken mansion
crying silently beside the old banyan tree.
Your dad was a very handsome man,
courageous, educated and kind.
You never saw his face as he died soon.
But when you go inside that mansion
And wear his clothes you look alike him.
Then I start hoping for a change in vain.
The weak walls are ready to collapse.
Why do you want to construct new walls???
I have lost the rose your dad presented me.
I’m sure its fragrance is lost with the time.
The days are passing so fast I just can’t imagine.
My old brain can’t remember his last visit.
But still I feel his warmth under my bare breasts
when I open the window and wind carries my sigh.

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The Passion of An Artist

Dark circles under my eyes.
I haven’t slept many nights.
How to write? What to write?
I haven’t written for years.
World’s cacophony has blocked
My ears and I pretend to be mute.
But I can still hear that galloping
horse is running all over my frames.
That gorgeous white horse is
carrying the loads of my dreams.
His motionless eyelids are fixed
at the end of this enormous sky.
I walk above the depressed clouds
with my magic legs and I sculpt
the time of pain with a lot of love.

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The Real Joke

I applied poison to die.
I wanted to end everything.
I was slowly achieving freedom.
Free from all joy and sorrow.
Away from light and darkness.
My bravest last adventure,
towards the gate of unknown.
I was not frightened or reluctant,
but I was desperate to breathe.
Life and death is a real joke.

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A Walk To Remember

The time and space began to crumble
I could hardly feel my feet beneath the soil.
The heartbeats became uncontrolled.
The tired limbs were awake in a flash.
The stone was finally transformed to life.
Ahh…there you were holding my arms
An awkward silence was chocking 
me and it was producing kicks.
Your soft fingers were communicating
beyond the power of  mere words.
I was mesmerized in this magical
beauty of intense bodily desire.
Oh stupid mind, please go away today.
 Let’s not ruin this endless walk.

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Irrelevant

So many years spring is breathing in my heart,

as fresh as a child’s smile in an old album.

As the winter comes snow falls all over my body.

I keep them warm and calm under my blanket.

Nobody knows my eyes are dry fountains and

My specs are drifting clouds in a secluded valley. 

My footsteps are uneven like a distorted mind.





I have lost my way to find no place called-‘home’.

Like an untamed storm I want to hang with the flow.

The summer’s warmth is never enough for me. 

I boil my unspoken emotions without a furnace. 

In the autumn the trees shed their leaves and

those fallen leaves softly whispers in my ears  .

They tell me their stories, irrelevant like mine.