Subhadip Majumdar
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Someday
Someday, she would come with the lamp and say it is all I have Someday, I would stand below that…
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The Shapeless Dance of Lovers
I often desired more with the impatient burning within the chest the shapeless dance of naive shadows being stripped of…
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Bleeding Youth
The midnight coffee beans always remind me of her- the desk lamp the open laptop the half open window, the…
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Summer Warmth
My fingers still search that little emptiness on midnight bed where once you slept with your Summer warmth. Now there…
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Orange
In that orange afternoon I first saw you breathed you at that moment I knew you are the woman after…
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A Moment with Her
And then walking along with her by a little stream by a little wooden bridge and a half moon hung…
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Bohemian Spring
The half-buttoned shirt of youth and the sun burnt brown skin which still bears the scar of the first kiss…
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