Poetry of a Spectre, smouldering tears and renaissances!

Poetry of a vagabond, a distant mountain and some prohibited dreams!

Jharaka

Kharabela, poda kabita ra basna aau ajugma pratshruti ra kabita, "Jharaka"..

Poka..

Tikta Neerabata..

Re Mana..

The Chemistry of scars!

Just Us..

Just like the "blank space"
between every words,
your "silence" give meanings
to the chaos inside me.

Now,
there are
no words,
no chaos,
except a cold madness,
that once had a meaning,
when the words, chaos and poetries
were still beautiful amongst
"I", "You" & "Us"..

V@@S..

Loner.

Sweetheart,

Solitude has split me in to two.
In daylight, it invigorates
an abominable kinesis in me.
At night, I curl myself up
and descend in to nothingness.

As a kid, I have learnt that
whenever being loved is too hard,
you crave silence
and you bargain colors from the darkness to write poetries.

Sweetheart,
as a loner,
that's what you love,
that's how you live.

V@@S..