Bonolota Sen

Bonolota Sen was walking in a dark night under dark woods.She was in a hurry.She reached a certain point where she stayed for awhile.A man was following her like shadow who's face wasn't clear as dark as the night was.

It was revealed to her that it was the grave of Jibananada Das,and to remember him and his famous poem "Bonolota Sen"some fake pearl like flowers were kept upon the chest of the grave..The pearls looked real and the dark night inspired her to collect those with her beautiful fingers gently.She immediately started leaving that place and set her feet move quickly.The shadow like man continued following her.The smell of her hair made him mad and the surroundings.She,her fragrant hairs,murmuring of the trees,the flow of the airs,the following shadow,all were in profound enchantment.

She noticed the shadow clearly as she was in a hurry and scared of her guilt of theft.The shadow man couldn't stand before her as she was not confident enough to pose threat against that lone traveler at night.He,with his white Punjabi and curly submissive hair parted at the middle glaring at her keeping a distance.
She was scared and cried to the shadow-
"I swear touching my hair
Let me go,don't touch dear."

The shadow disappeared listening the 'mantra'. She was the poem and the shadow was the poet.The poet tried to rape the poetry but failed as his confidence was low.She had gone away with the pearl of immortality in hand leaving the poet in a dark grave of ignominy.

When You Look At Me

When you look at me-
An earthquake shatters my heart.

I get renewed being electrified with your smile!

Then the river flows

Short but Long walk to go!

I'm a Great Orator of silence-
humbleness,the thing I Am Very Boast Of!

sleepless night

the moon is peeping through the sky of the sleepy city
to welcome some awaken souls at the dead of night!
the whole city is in sleep-
bloody,hellish,nonsense sleep-
as if all my sleeps robbed away by them 

An Abstract Poem

The milkman jumps when he walk fast-
The milk jumps as well..
The milk jumps as if
the whole world dances with it!

super love

i've gone into the super-shop
to buy some super love
i've bought some
and got some free.

i kept it in the freeze
it's frozen now.

and i'll go to buy
a new
tomorrow.

A Birth Story of a Poem

My heart is playing music on the violin
piercing its tough strings!
And my pen plans to pen a poem posing this postures
And it cruelly spoiled my notebook
noting these
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Words
Phrases and sentences.