All incidents in this poem are fictional. Resemblance to any modern nation-state are completely coincidental.
Category: English
Those teardrops are false
About selective outrage displayed by elite Indians.
I have stopped believing…
The tale of minds.
Let’s talk about spring
An ode to the times.
Burnt
About memories and ashes.
Curled
About a picture of an old woman.
Look up
For a girl, about to be a woman, to tell her that she is much more than the world has (majorly) perceived her to be. To make her realize about her capabilities.
Love
What is love?
Back there
This is an experience of a dear friend, who narrated it to me, and I could not help but pen it down myself. Some of the details are cooked up, but the emotions were real. It is being posted with permission.
The real poets
A tribute to poets.
For a red-haired muse
A fictitious sexual encounter with an imaginary red-haired girl.
Sunset by the Sea
A humble attempt to describe the beautiful sunset by the TIFR sea-face on a peaceful February Sunday.
Whatever I write about
Whom is poetry written for?
Emptiness
On a lover of the past.
Opt-eye-mistic
Realizations of a pained soul that looks forward to see the world.
See you soon, Kolkata
An ode to the city where I grew up, before leaving it for long.
Sunsets
About sharing sunsets with a stranger on a distant roof, day after day.
My Dreams
Standing by my dreams.
Your Debris
Debris of first love.
The Heroes
A war-poem, with a deeper meaning hidden in the identities of the people involved.
Lies
Lies crush innocent hearts.
Debdutta Paul 