Anasuya Bardhan
Drama
The musky woody smell
Of your perfume still
Reminds me of our times.
I wonder which one is stronger
The power of fragrance
Or our memories.
For our love was clearly
Not strong enough.
Faded Love
Fragrance Or ...
Would Yet Try...
Relationship
Life. Love. W...
Poetry And Li...
Falls Of love
Move On
A Writer's Lo...
Dear Spring!
Only the seeds I sowed, In my pupils, Painting the path ahead. Only the seeds I sowed, In my pupils, Painting the path ahead.
When my heart wants to find myself, My mind pulls me in a cell. When my heart wants to find myself, My mind pulls me in a cell.
Early morning, my mind refuses to wake up my body Early morning, my mind refuses to wake up my body
Why am I judging?. Whom am I to judge?. Why am I judging?. Whom am I to judge?.
One tiny view of the dazzling God Instantly heals the mounted anguish One tiny view of the dazzling God Instantly heals the mounted anguish
Cuts and bruises now have healed; It's words that I remember. Cuts and bruises now have healed; It's words that I remember.
Helplessness.... of the migrant workers.. Helplessness.... of the migrant workers..
As the dusk creeps across the night sky, The sunlight gets faint and dies, As the dusk creeps across the night sky, The sunlight gets faint and dies,
Imagine their pain, imagine their suffering. Imagine their pain, imagine their suffering.
But deep within there’s a voice ready to vouch for me. But deep within there’s a voice ready to vouch for me.
Shes just Melanin Rich. Shes just Melanin Rich.
The man of the house is the family's super hero The man of the house is the family's super hero
The lockdown 2020 was indeed a session full of life lessons for me, you, and all of us out there. The lockdown 2020 was indeed a session full of life lessons for me, you, and all...
And then there are days That are the dreaded word And then there are days That are the dreaded word
Are the scars on my body a souvenir of my forefathers' Are the scars on my body a souvenir of my forefathers'
To that carpenter uncle Who recides opposite to my house, To that carpenter uncle Who recides opposite to my house,
There is darkness, there is light But I find myself in a little mist, There is darkness, there is light But I find myself in a little mist,
Well, bad character is in her genes, Didn't you know her outspoken mother lead her astray? Well, bad character is in her genes, Didn't you know her outspoken mother lead...
Now, even she seems to look at me with the rebuke of a disappointed parent Now, even she seems to look at me with the rebuke of a disappointed parent
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both
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