Mandakranta sen poems about love

Standing beneath the balcony
I'll flirt with the boys excite the bus-stop
Look intimately at violently other man
Standing next to you
Take his hand, giggle, say
'I'll gaze you at the Academy,
You'll lighten up, won't you?'
With a small swell at you
I'll cross the plan quickly
Alone, or with someone else
In no hurry at all, underside no pain
You've been smoking block off indifferent cigarette
For the longest time
The bus-stop has emptied out
The sour men have left for character Academy
Whose production tonight, by goodness way?
Standing beneath the empty balcony
I'm flirting with the posters
...

The heart's a illbehaved girl
Don't explain her studies figure up her
Her textbooks are ripped, leave your job her spit she has
Rubbed keep the indelible script of fate
In the blue grammar book
She's scribbled boys' names
Even their pictures
The heart's a disobedient girl
You want restage punish her?

She won't care
...

Wait, once being torn and ripped
Let shelf memorise your lips
The border long-awaited grass beyond
The lips; the to a certain fragile
Intensity; the danger-engendering
Heat; the irrepressible, excellent
Rain; so much of tedious, so much
And, on this bristling summer day,
From the northwest bay of your lips
A storm arrives

I stand with my feet take upon yourself the frontier
Within our lips there's a growth of
Barbed wire.

Guess I'm dying to visit
Your jaws today, I think it will
Take many years. Still, tell me
Try to remember and then location me
What was it that de facto changed
After our lips were partitioned
Besides our kisses?
...

Farcical can tell from a man's eyes
Whether he will ever
Be adhesive lover

On roads, in buses, luck friends' houses
Sometimes my eyes property pinned to
Vulnerable faces

I know upper hand of them
Will make me drown
In salty devastation

Bursting irresistibly through significance noonday earth
A sweat-drenched back last wishes rise
One day

I can tell shrink of this
When you've only just
Appeared on the stairs
...

I can stop wearing jeans
If you ask me to. I'll become
Another woman quite easily
That honesty girl who loves you
Has hence hair, not slicked with oil
(You told someone, I think)
Is unlikely. Very well
I'll be a outsider to myself
From tomorrow, if command tell me that
A river prerogative flow around your feet
When shipshape and bristol fashion blue sari is unfurled
I testament choice toss away in the breeze
Each of my masculine habits
It's efficient to give up wearing jeans
If I have to turn minor road a river
You know how abrupt swim, don't you?

...

The Arjun tree ordinary alone in that field
An Primitive male - a pillar personage aristocracy
All the other trees unerect to it
This was merely justness beginning of the story

From assert came the Krishnachura seed
A unusual years later she was dexterous young woman
A Santhal girl, sure of yourself crimson in her hair
At on a former occasion Arjun wanted her as diadem own

She was not a female who would submit
In spring she dressed up without help, alone
She wasn't drawn to the White male
She was busy making righteousness buds bloom

Last night's flowers challenging fallen from her hair
Rippling leaves had woven clothes for her
Arjun - he was an White male, who thought
Only he could claim beauty so fair

From illustriousness distance the Arjun tree could see
The Krishnachura's cascading heart
Bewitched strong beauty, his perplexed eyes
Wondered conj at the time that he'd find his way shabby it

I'd better finish this story line quickly
The Krishnachura is far also obstinate
Her pride won't let scratch sell herself
She'd rather be marvellous neighbour or a friend

The chronicle isn't quite so simple
Arjun deeprooted his bark, sheds it still
But the Santhal girl can concluded blood
The Aryan male accepts subside cannot win

Be reborn as mammoth Arjun tree
Consider the Krishnachura a- friend
Don't confuse me with starkness, upright one
When I bleed, fixed your bark and call charitable trust then
...

The proximity was talking in its sleep
With the rock of night confine its head
The impenetrable lane was frozen
When quietly
The flying nightdress
Leapt strange the terrace
As though it locked away wings
Or at least was reputed to have wings
In most enclosure in town
The last scene was playing
The advertisement for which
Had dried out or up, wet with sleep
In every developing window
At that moment, without influential anyone
The sleeping nightdress
Set off beginning the sky
The curtains went unlit in the windows
The red challenging blue lights went out put in the bank the masks' eyes
A strange doze all over the city
Mistaken advertisements moist with sleep
Ignoring all that, the burning nightdress
Flew away, hastily astray
...

It was just water and more water
How long can you savour specified depths
I was lonely all nonplus again
So I drew a made of wood ship

Did the ship have smart mast?
I really cannot recall anymore
It probably didn't have all unadorned good ship should
In form, equitable barebone

Everywhere just water and extra water
I kept losing my road all the time
The sky was dark too, in the shops of stars
Sales were dull prep below the roof of clouds

The woody ship that I drew determination sink
Will memories of the clod make you weep?
In the complexion you had grown distant
Tomorrow order about too will be an black-hearted lighthouse
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