ayanchakraborty250Jan 2, 20211 minYear-EndHere, again I try counting (on) Minutes minutely, years apart, every-year, every-man. With moist fingertips, the broken rod of balance is...
ayanchakraborty250Jan 2, 20211 minStill LoveThere lacks continuity, no grit in me but say, the day you looked at me looking away before a winter sun; the only decadence lay in the...
ayanchakraborty250Jan 2, 20211 minAwakeNumbness in your senses, your inability to confide ; they say it's illusion, an angst beneath the tide And drilling into it you suppose...
ayanchakraborty250Jan 2, 20211 minTrialI had tried to fit in. The meshes of your dualities To choose weeds and ferns or chase the hilly terrain. I have come to know weeds grow...
ayanchakraborty250Jan 2, 20211 minNo ClosureWithout a few letters stand demanding erasure, thoughts in motion may bleed Where the tussle dives far beyond the theoretical to a point...
ayanchakraborty250Jan 2, 20211 minBefore DaybreakBut language has often been terrible in it's unmaking Of once-written dirges and symphonies against re-visiting talks And I have lived...
ayanchakraborty250Jan 2, 20211 minOne Un-PoetryIt's a farce to know not where poetry begins At the loss of language or with the language of loss, Having crept through every familiar...