Turbulent Raindrop – Poetry from West Bengal

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In between clay and mud, eternity awaits

Where no one is one, and one is everyone

The Ganges flows with stillness.

Soumen Roy, an author and a trilingual poet from Kolkata, West Bengal state of India, shares his poetry

Soumen Roy - Sindh CourierSoumen Roy is an author and a trilingual poet from Kolkata, West Bengal state of India. He is the author of the novella Scar, Lyrical Musings, a collection of poetry, and Ontoral, a Bengali poetry book. He has been vastly anthologized and recently has been featured in the cover of the wordsmith editorial magazine. He was also featured in the council year book launched on occasion of  women’s day in 2022 by Literoma in association with public safety and Security council of Bengal and also been declared as an empaneled author in International authors conclave held by Literoma on 2021. He has also been an empaneled author in Tagore and Romance compendium twice. He has worked with reputed publications across the globe. His writing has been featured in various web portals. He is the assistant secretary of Kavya Kumbh Publication Kolkata chapter and also a professional model, blogger and translator.

0209_raindrops_jpgTurbulent Raindrop

A tear drop spilled from an eye

Flooding across the narrow lanes

Gnawing over the innocent land

So chilling and icy.

 

Senses numbed, listening to the plaintive cry

Of washed-away delicacy

Vexed yet moving ahead steadily

Searching for a new destination.

 

Dhols roar, Durga smiles in nature

In between clay and mud, eternity awaits

Where no one is one, and one is everyone

The Ganges flows with stillness.

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images (3)Filial Thankfulness

My heart bleeds for life’s precious love,

Thirsty for smiles, like desert sands above.

Quenching happiness from mirages of desire,

Blooming on cacti petals, love’s fierce, tender fire.

 

Innocence flashes on a newborn’s face,

A bleeding heart sings, a fountain of love’s pure space.

Grace ripples through my heart, a sense of peace descends,

Beholden to the divine, my soul transcends.

 

Oasis of love smiles with lyrics true,

A gentle touch of affection, shining through.

In this haven of devotion, I find my way,

Grateful for life’s love, every single day.

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