MERGE

MERGE
There came one cool, crisp Halloween,
An Angel whom I never met before.
Who led me to a World that was completely unveiled
With full of pioneering and innovativeness thoughts
Her eyes were like the Autumn moon,
And voice like the Autumn air,
I feared my dream would end too soon,
as I drew her close and held her there.

Like tiny, precious drops of gold
Moments were shared betwixt us.
Embraces were exchanged and secrets were told,
but real love was never disclosed.
For she was destined to become my memory
and I knew it well.
So I told her that she'd always be a part of me...
and she always will, I know.


Composed:
Saptarshi Dutt

DEEP LONGING

A DEEP LONGING
I wish you were near to me
But you are terribly far.
I want very much
to share your laughter...
but far away... you are!
Self composed:
Saptarshi Dutt

DREAMER

DREAMER
Look far away
for a little while,
and tell me
those dreams you see
From the fountain of love
that flows from your heart,
great things will soon come to be.


Composed by:

Saptarshi Dutt

Daughter A daughter is not a passing cloud, but permanent, holding earth and sky together with her shadow. She sleeps upstairs like mystery in a story, blowing leaves down the stairs. We who at sixty claims that we know everything ironically know nothing. We become dull and disoriented by uncertain weather. We kneel, palms together, before this blossoming altar

Self-composed
Saptarshi Dutt

Sweet Heart


I will never forget of all the things she has done for me

Just those trivial stuffs

Saving me a seat on the bus

Tying my shoelaces and taking my blames upon herself



Now the years have rolled and both of us has matured

Even now, when she is beside me

I am still the little kid

Waiting to get her hands of support


She is my alibi. She is my punching bag.

She is my friend. My sweet heart.



Self-composed:
Saptarshi Dutt
20.11.2008

Disdain figures

Disdain figures… …

They are born
Like the moss of bacteria
Their foetus grows
Under the veil of cloth
They grow up
Amidst mucky ambiance
They eat
Uneatable or left-over foods
They sleep at their best
In a sheet of gunny bags
They play
With filthy toys
They collect rubbish
To earn their bread
They starve
To survive
They are derelict
By the society
For them---
There is no implementation of laws
Their cost of life
Is less than that of street dogs.

Composed by:
Saptarshi Dutt.
8/29/2008 4:54 PM

ANNIVERSARY POEM

Anniversary Poem

Married to imagination:
you are the bright extremity
Where I navigate by ship
on wind-washed seas,
surpassing sturdy winds, wild tempest
one after another.

My trip-to-the-moon,
my imperviousness
what is love,
if there is no trust?

Beside you, I’m always there
Be it day or night; it hardly bothers
I'm the root
of a flowering tree.
There's nowhere in the world
Where you would find me not.