The Bliss in RUBIN’s Perky Kiss – Saswata Ghosh

When wet breeze swam yester nightMy eyes were damp, as I reclined To read past poems, my sorrow’s delight Image By sanjayausta The memoirs of this, my trampled soulStabbed with pain, yet alive and whole.Alive to remind, when I revelry soaked,That my Fate for trial, every joy had stole. In my verses I saw, those… Continue reading The Bliss in RUBIN’s Perky Kiss – Saswata Ghosh

To The Hands Withdrawn – Saswata Ghosh

The hand that I once, had clasped to rise,Slipping when it soft, from the palm of my life Between those fingers, though clenched they were tight,Ploughed with her nails – a liar’s condemned sightOn my lines of fate, to ever remind of my lies…The lies born of love, but Ah, never to ‘connive’! When first… Continue reading To The Hands Withdrawn – Saswata Ghosh

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