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Bipurna Tara, 11 march 2012

We won but we lost.

A baby
Might to be born
Named "Peace"
But —
But his brother
The war overtook. And
Mother is screaming.

A baby
Might to be born
But —
Mother is fretful to us (the war).

A baby
Might to be born
But —
Mother is killed.

And brother!
Sad to say
We won.

Because
We are celebrating the party for.

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Bipurna Tara, 16 june 2012

Love

On the way
I walked my side
A girl overtook me
Why?
Because of her beauty
That made me lost in praising.

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Bipurna Tara, 18 june 2012

Afterward Lord Byron writes

In the dawn while we depart,
There sings no song of separation
Just hopes are aspiring of unification
And her blues eyes fill the cloud of tears.

We forget all the promises
The silence of love talks
Staring at each other
And drops some love from our eyes.

While we talk a little
And she mutes her voice
In silence of time
I inherit the promises.

Afterward Lord Byron Writes
"In secret we met
In silence and grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirits deceive.

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Bipurna Tara, 21 february 2012

An old man

An old man
Screams
Curses
Scolds
And
At last
Sobs
As a child.
Carries a heavy sack
Filled with responsibility.
To walk through the road
That he adopted.

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Bipurna Tara, 2 march 2012

The worthless claim

Rs.230
Or lesser;
The cost of cage.

Gyanchan;
The landlord of the villa
Near to death
His age dwelling.

A parrot welcomes his morning
Chirping From the cage
"Wake up, lord, wake up."

His dawn passes by praying.
And supply some corns to the parrot.
The cost of Parrot and cage price is now limitless.

Misfortune,
The parrot flees
Up above the sky,
Flattering his wings.

Rs.230
Or least
The empty cage.

Gyanchan beholds;
The worthless cage swings
And says "I freed him."

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Bipurna Tara, 10 february 2012

The page to go.

A prettiest woman
    With white gown
  Triumph through the poem
   Whispers to me for
   Reflection of love.

   Romancing with love
   Her Right hand around my neck;
   And left hand checks my heart
" How disorderly pounding"
   She loves my innocent.

    She sits on the bed
    Translucent gown
    Discarding to be naked
    Is seemed her sexiest limbs
    And I excitedly touch;
    The p(age) to go 22 from 21.

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Bipurna Tara, 3 january 2012

poem and poet

Poem is silent
To be poem
Poet is connecting
But network busy.

Poem is a girl
To make the prettiest wife
Poet needs to design
But mind crisis.

Poem is a God
Everyone prays
Poet is priest
Who recites creation

Poem is a river
Flows touching the shores of heart
Poet makes pond of good wishes
And he drowns and dies.

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Bipurna Tara, 7 january 2012

But you

Heart;
Is not broken
But lost
As well as mind.
You;
Not lost
But gone
Just leaving
Distressing on my mind
Which knows nothing,
But you.

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Bipurna Tara, 9 january 2012

Art

When heart touches by feeling
Then the doors open
And the insidious power get overflowing
Poetry, the art is born.
The dreary eyes have no sight to feel
How the leaves are dancing and swing
But heart sinks deep and weep and feel
Oh! art is obviously rising.
When heart touches by the art
Insidious glory extends to the face
Art your becomes yourself part
And life becomes deference.

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Bipurna Tara, 15 january 2012

Me or Autumn's tree

Fusion of Not
Lack in a lot
This is me
Or autumn's tree.

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Poetry

We won but we lost.

Love

Afterward Lord Byron writes

An old man

The worthless claim

The page to go.

poem and poet

But you

Art

Me or Autumn's tree

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