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Death
(Poetry)
19-08-2004
by Indrajit Mukherjee
The red sun has made way
For a blushing moon.
The caring flies have changed
To the half-worried faces
Peeping through the
Circular window over me.
The noise has been devoured
By a painful hush.
Transition,
From failure to futility,...
Even then
(Poetry)
17-09-2004
by Indrajit Mukherjee
Someday I’ll sleep like primitive men
Moist breeze caressing my face
How can I explain moonlight to you!?
And how, the reflection of Neelkanth
On Deoria Tal!
A collage we two had made
On a red sunset sky!
Fragrance of some French...
God
(Poetry)
5-08-2004
by Indrajit Mukherjee
I love
The hyenas and
The vultures that came
To see me off.
I sleep
As they nibble at me with affection,
As they look at me
With a queer pleasure.
I sleep on.
Sleep so deep that
I can almost touch the lips of death
With mine. Did I?...
God, Religion, Society and Laws, and Life
(Opinions)
15-03-2004
by Indrajit Mukherjee
One may put it like this – God is an ‘assumption’ - something that you accept as true without question or proof. Why don’t you ask for proof? Because it is impossible to prove. But, if you accept it, a lot of problems seem to get solved, or at...
P
(Poetry)
23-08-2004
by Indrajit Mukherjee
I cry the whole night
Hiding my face in the pillow.
Don’t you cry too?
I feed on the memories
Of our myriad rendezvous
Don’t you sigh too?
Peace?!!
(Poetry)
15-03-2004
by Indrajit Mukherjee
The inner thought of creation is enmity.
The motif of creation is dragging a shadow
Of our doubts over our intelligence,
And bringing us pain.
Look at the fountain of water gush forth.
From Nature’s mountains and stones.
And we gaze into...
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