The Poet : Anuradha Bhattacharyya

We are like the stray line of a poem which always feels that it rhymes with another line, and must find it or miss its own fulfilment. ~Tagore The Poet A spiral is his heart, He goes down step by step, Plunging into abysses to bring up The really new, Not clever empty rearrangements Of…

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On the Passage of Days : Anuradha Bhattacharya

On the Passage of Days Events follow events In close succession Time is A heavily knotted string, Swift and dangerous, It moves, hurting me And scarring my grand Memories for the future. Events follow events In close succession. They are Pebbles on the sea shore, Driven to and fro, Roaring and grating And tearing the…

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