http://slow.writerscafe.org/mitra_bibhuti The original writings of author Dupur Mitra en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775984153 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Just wash your face, always wash your face.It shows all the world, it shows all the beautiful place. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitra_bibhuti/2167995/ When your eyes are tight.Your hands were searching something for struggling and fight. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitra_bibhuti/2167853/ Poor Moon by Dupur MitraPublished by Dupur Mitra at Smashwords Cover By Charu Pintu Copyleft 2015This poetry book is copylefted. This book is free. It may be copied and distributed only for non commercial purposes. Love-1 All events are not the same so all events do n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitra_bibhuti/2167851/ you have also backbone trust me you have also backbone just see the standing of grasses after crushing by foot http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitra_bibhuti/1549094/ Flood wash away all my memories, my love, my thinking Flood wash away all thing in such a way Nobody knows which type of water has come here in my room Nobody knows which type of words in my hearts creating boom. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitra_bibhuti/1360524/ I want to climb a emotional tree where i want to laugh want to cry want to speak I want to climb a emotional tree,where a snake comes to bite me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitra_bibhuti/1359808/ You look nice like a kingfisher will you kill me oh my dear http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitra_bibhuti/1359180/ Changing can rob everythingYou, your wife, your child everything  slowlyand changing laugh boisterously http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitra_bibhuti/1358362/ I have made a dark place I want to see here your face. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitra_bibhuti/1357861/ all events are not the same so all events do not create cry some eventsoccurrence create the crybut not all timesome events which are created cry at this time tomorrow are not which failure made me crytoday is not which rain made me crytoday is not which love made me crytoday is not So after many ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitra_bibhuti/1128974/ If i start begging, If i start a song, shall i get love? can i play along? If i start driving without destination,If i see you in a rail station, will you talk with me,having a cup of tea?I don't know,i have no trust. I am flying at the air, like my emotion is covered with dust. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitra_bibhuti/1127172/ i can love i can do everything for love what i can do for love you can not believe you can not believe or you can not receive my love i can love but you are not appropriate for my love you are not credible or reliable for my love just see when i touch the dew of the leaves dews are fall down or when.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitra_bibhuti/1126751/ - Who is your friend?- Loneliness.- What are you doing at that time?- playing flute of holiness.- I am also and then? - Clouds appear at the sky again and again.- What are you doing then? - After putting the dry clothes I roam from home like a wise man. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitra_bibhuti/1102583/ Just for once I want to touch you Then i shall be something new something like a green leaf or may be grass you don't belief may be beat of your heart may be the colours of your art may be rain or wave of the sea may be the loneliness of a tree I wan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitra_bibhuti/1101272/ If i get love i shall sing like a gentle dove i shall walk and walk at night i shall fly like a kite If i get loveor if you love me i shall swim at the sea i shall be blue of the sky you will see me at your eye http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitra_bibhuti/1100713/ Why are you tensed to see my red eyesWhat are you thinking about our lovely ties Don't look at me see the skies also see the red colours when the sun rise Why are you tensed to see my red eyessee the red flower no sign of cries look at the dawnIs not.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitra_bibhuti/1099857/ Give me a word that is simple and like water to occupy love as a squatterGive me a word that is free and like a flower and my happinesswant to spread over Give me a word that is white and sharp i am that hero playing the harp  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitra_bibhuti/1099237/ Boy said-You are beautiful like a bird, flying in the sky, sky is my heart.Girl said- You are smart like a sky, everyday, every times I want to fly. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitra_bibhuti/1098553/ yesterday it was full of moonlight yesterday she was with my side yesterday moonlight was lie down with me yesterday another was sleeping at my bedroom that was she yesterday i roused from sleep yesterday she was not at my roomseeing moonlights that weep  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitra_bibhuti/1098127/ Everywhere where i am going moon is also with me I want to play at hide-and-seek but don't where ever i go seen that moon is laughing to see meMoon is always at my side seeing mecaring me talking with mei can not hide me from moon Moon is as my mother   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitra_bibhuti/1097564/ Every movie have to take a rape sceneBecause it is commercialBecause peoples want to see this Movie will not be commercially benefited if rape scene is not taken So we want to see the rape scene want to get pleasure to see the rape scene The girl was seen as a loud piercing outcry The girl was seen .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitra_bibhuti/1096932/ A man was shivering with cold wrapping up a tear bed cover in a road Many peoples are passing the path They are dressy But the man was shivering with cold I am that man Lovely girl Please love meand embrace me with kiss I am going to die with cold http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitra_bibhuti/1096453/ [When you look into an abyss, the abyss also looks into you.-Friedrich Nietzsche]Someones try to hack my mail account sometimes someone hacked the account someone know the everything of my mailsomeones try to know me someones try to know everything about me someones may be know everything about me i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitra_bibhuti/1095940/ i have no time for love because someone has bought me i am busy not for me for others who have bought me i have no time for love sometimes i fall in love but trust me this is not me someone who has bought me i have no time for love because love is now the matter of buy and selltrust me i have no lov.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitra_bibhuti/1094339/ When the dew is going to be disappeared he just prays for the leafwhere he was when i am saying you Good bye just pray for you where i was http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitra_bibhuti/1093189/ sometimes i think i miss my life i miss my love, emotion and laugh sometimes i think i am OK i am all right now and better when i see a blind couple is talking with each other with laugh http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitra_bibhuti/1068967/ Government needs huge land for making art academy. For these, government has been uprooted us. Now we have no land. No land to live. Government needs police, Government needs army, to protect the art academy.Although they know we have no arms, we have no voice, we have not a simple power to say that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitra_bibhuti/1066359/ Should not talk when taking food Therefore we talk talking comes itself we are talking about some people do not want to give us money They said, will be paid after finishing works Should not talk when taking food Therefore we talk talking comes itself we are talking aboutsome people have been beat u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitra_bibhuti/1065845/ Your heart is not far from your shirt's pocket where you put money. You have given many times for the money, for deposit money, for better live.But not a single time for your heart. See your heart, how to feel,how to view the world;you can live more better. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitra_bibhuti/1065166/ All advertisements are beautiful.All advertisements, model girl and boys on the bill boards are so nice. their laugh, face, body everything is beautiful.Even the poor people,advertisement for aids,are beautiful. but no faces are real,even their laugh and also the poor people are not true. These are .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitra_bibhuti/1064735/ wherever he is poor may be he is hungry today may be his face will be pale after taking photograph Yet he laughs laughing like a dew drops in the leaf nobody understands his poverty or hungriness by seeing his photograph although povertyalthough hungriness although struggle Man always want to see hi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitra_bibhuti/1064198/ poor girls are not beautiful because poor girls are weak poor girls are shrunk their body has emaciated even their b***s are saplessand also their laugh does not laugh like flowers because they are poor http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitra_bibhuti/1063194/ Friendi know when you take your hands on my handswhen you take your eyes on my eyesi can know you take many loansbut cannot pay backyour child has gone to the spoilti know your girl don't return home at the nightyour wife do not want to speak you lovelyyou cannot sleep at the nighti knowplease take .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitra_bibhuti/1062337/ many many telephone cables over the slum dwellers many many words are passingover the slum dwellers but nobody knows or want to know about them http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitra_bibhuti/1061879/ when i am going to sleep want to press close you in an embrace but you bothered may be you don't know i don't want to see dream lonely when i am going to walk in the park want to walk hand in hand but you feel disturbed may be you don't know i don't want to lost you even in a single time http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitra_bibhuti/1060846/ when a star falls, a man diesstar becomes the tree tree has the green leaves and beautiful flowers flowers spread over one place to anotherone man dies but laughing thousand flowers http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitra_bibhuti/1060392/ flash fiction http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitra_bibhuti/1059918/ I wait for many things. My lover, dream or revolution. I wait for that boy who once called me dad subconsciously, i wait for that river, where learned how to swim. I wait for that stolen friend, who once said i should be with you all ever.Sometimes i wait by sitting at the benc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitra_bibhuti/1055716/ The child is one yr old. By seeing his father, say Ba... ba... But seeing his mother standing beside silently and laughing. Three flats are attached. Three family. They are very closed. The child runs one flat to another flat. Three families are happy for the child. Mother can not do everything. Day.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitra_bibhuti/1055253/ A girl wanted to be a poet, her father said- nice news but her mother breathed loudly.The girl walked step by step, a yellow coloured bird was singing a song and the air was filled with the essence of flower.The girl wanted to express her heart, but the literary editor raped her... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitra_bibhuti/1055211/ After many days where you have walk, that song have you liked very much, that food you have preferred more; i am also felt love of those. As after many days i have returned my time. Those times were also may be yours, but now i don’t think so. After many days i just have felt t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitra_bibhuti/1054815/ Two students of Philosophy department are discussing.: I don’t understand why people want to live for thousand years. Man already live in thousand yrs.: What? How many poets, scientists, philosophers are doing hard works for living thousand yrs. But you say, man are living alre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitra_bibhuti/1054811/ Once upon a time there was a three boys and a girl in a country. One of the young boy was very talent and handsome. He was no interest in any art and literature. Another boy played on a flute. He was knowledgeable. He can speak with smile hour after hour. And the third boy was deep.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitra_bibhuti/1054804/