http://slow.writerscafe.org/saibalbarman The original writings of author Introspective Mind en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776094735 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Lay me there….sink me deep…to the native land Where once I floated for a while… Before laughter came out of loud cries… Where it all started before it all about to end so soon… http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saibalbarman/1966818/ Perhaps, there is a beauty—a beauty forever—of knowing the way I become a stranger to me....of becoming a stranger to the way I know myself... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saibalbarman/1957031/ Destiny defines; the present is of sheer suspense...Secreted within the bankruptcy of a dead past...And the prospects of an unborn future;..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saibalbarman/1814238/ Journeying to inner soul reveals newer and newer images of own wishes, failings, deeds and follies and it takes different paths that has never been dreamed before...it takes to an unknown self... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saibalbarman/1444092/ I bleed.....I bleed....at the crossroad of civilization..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saibalbarman/1203531/ Death! O the elusive darkness! You can't flee me forever— Our tryst is an inescapable certainty; Only that fallen leaf knows When she will convey me to you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saibalbarman/1187715/ At the end of road, I stand alone....with just a lone rose for you.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saibalbarman/1179273/ The candles burn The pages burn Burns the last glimpse of those innocuous eyes Burn colourful wings of the butterfly Burns a new school tunic. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saibalbarman/1171851/ This is a bengali poem...with transliteration in english... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saibalbarman/1129469/ Burn like the Sun, shine like the MoonSoar like hopes, dive like a loonDance like ripples, sing like painSmile like the stars, weep like rainHold hand like memories, untie like a taleEmbrace like a creeper, kiss like a veilReveal like the dawn, fade like the dusk Trea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saibalbarman/1090400/ I die in the dayI die in the nightI die now and thenBetween dreams, Between lies;Between screams,Between cries;Between names,Between lanes;Between games, Between chains.I die now and then--Too many deaths--To sow a seed of life....Somewhere.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saibalbarman/1040342/ The evening stoically hung against the skyWith moments suspended in eternal time;No wishes for the day to part,Nor for the darkness to intrude into,But the weeping flow of life continues.Smoky air bears fragrance of lust,Husky voices of unknown people conveyMirth in losing love and morals;La.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saibalbarman/1025503/ Moments flee, pages burn, And ashes fill the memories’ urn................... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saibalbarman/1021900/ Don't press the doorbell, my child,the society is sleeping...you go on getting beaten up, you go on getting raped,you go on getting killed, but don't press the doorbell, my child, the society is sleeping.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saibalbarman/1020309/ The kite floats--just severed--Seesawing leisurelyIn rhythm of kissing ends,Of promises and dejections,Of remembrances and forgetting,Of reliance and betrayal,Of pleasures and angst,Beneath dark eyes of monsoon clouds. A tiny tail of torn thread twirls Buttress.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saibalbarman/771375/ What they say about life is not mine;For me life is just an image�"Just an impression of my deeds and misdeeds.I am the lone artistI am the lone observerMine is the comprehensionMine is the appreciationSwings of brushes are mine, colours are notEasel is mine, the canvas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saibalbarman/767685/ A pale face of graveOnce adorned�"Flowers�" Dead and strewn ;And a few torn memoriesKissing a passionless coffin.The dirge mellowsThe pain is burntDroplets weep;The wan sky hangs A long scythe of rainbowNeatly drawn in colours of grief.Rejoice, O SoulP.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saibalbarman/766623/ Yes, Barman, as I am; Not a man alike the Bur of a creeper, but of a bar for a sipper....... ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saibalbarman/602516/ The thoughts are not mine...I have just transliterated masterpiece poetic composition of famous Bengali poet, Jibanananda. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saibalbarman/597093/ Dear children, here I attempt to make you feel that seeing is not vision....explore a few pages of life of a blind boy to feel what is vision.... My love to you all, http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saibalbarman/593951/ I wrote it long back for College wallboard... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saibalbarman/592977/ Just a nursery of deathless dead..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saibalbarman/592084/