Love

My clandestine love / Secluded / Untold to you / Secretive / You know me ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ I'm the king / Of my Atlantis / Covered by / The sea / Of your love
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Autumn

Autumn sunshine / Soft / And yellow / Like your / Rain-fed face * * * * * * * Her soft look / Downward / And lips / Hiding smile / Like autumn days
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Smell

Whenever I recall my childhood, I can smell the smell of those missing smell : Kanak Kanta & Oly I used to - to perfume my days as they had the smell of fragrances; jasmine oil used to bath; and used to fill the autumn dawn with Shiuli flowers dropped and felt the yard with the message of advent - advent of Durga Puja; strolling village markets and smelled the mixed smell of mustard oil, bath soaps and coconut oil; childrens park filled with the smell of dust and bushes - bushes of marigold, loved the smell of its leaves; small railway station with asset of steam engines and unparallel smell of its smokes, just thrilling experiences of boarding ticketless and irritation of eyes with particle of coals inside the smoke; whenever I recall my childhood, I can smell the smells of these missing smells that hardly to recover.

26/11 : Let There Be No More Bloodshed

A night, a horrible night full of terror and bloodshed that years to remember : but we don't like to watch it further, so let there be no more bloodshed.

Waiting For The Train : A Poem For You

She is waiting for the train,steady, conscious, a bit shy, but not so embarrassed; and I have seen a fairy, a marmaid, looking so bright even at its dark complexion, not so surprised as she was aware of my presence, just right round her head, and I overwhelmed with an uncanny joy on her recognitions.

Child Like A Flower : A Poem For You

You're a child, like a flower - just blossomed; you have the fragrance of nature, just like a flower in the garden of heaven, and you've the right to live with full dignity and honour in this beautiful world; but, the cruel world don't give you the right, - so, stand up and raise your voice 'cause this is the day of yours - it is the day for you!

Passion 3 : A Poem For You

She's on my lap, hugged and I can feel the heat, pleasant; I kissed her with a lust that she's an ocean full of flowers: her lips I suck as it is the last time I can; And she 's trying to hold mine as that is her right, so tight that painful for me, as well as uncanny. I grip the nipple with a hope that it can absorb the whole thing that I have; and she mouth my down to lick the cap with a gentle posture.