Poems – Tushar Biswas

I’ve seen you coming from the flames of grass
And my dawns you’ve swallowed with tides and tough
Those clouds just bent, and have beneath my pass
And here, still today I could not get Enough

Though I keep struggling with your Scent all Alone
There I kept going back and back for More
Baubles of Stolen Kisses, and Left fabric of Stones
Lies from Room to Room and Core to Core

Shine in your Morning, has a breathe of Spring
The Essence that I have searched in Wildest Night
Early Shades Of Your Eyes, What else should Bring
The Sun falls and Night turns off the Light
I want You more, Than the Sky to Cloud
I Wish my Mourn Ends, and Silence