Soumyendu Biswas Poems

The rain..
Sheets of grey froth
battering the unholy
city,
...

These days
torrid, tumultuous, silent
days
Waiting in anticipation
...

July, and a light drizzle
Lightly fried kingfish
A light beer...
...

Be still
Now.

Standing by the deodar
...

Trance on the beach
... and the incessant roar
of the phosphorescent seas
...

Just about a couple
of hours of flying
Air pockets
A hideous storm
...

Been through
yellow, orange, red
vivid crimson
violet and
...

Should I, then rejoice
at every sunny break
and mourn,
with every cloud cover..
...

Dissect this sadness
Thundering silence
that slows down time
...

Its dripping slowly
and the ancient trees
are also wet and
dripping in peace
...