Of Potholes
they left
not even a goodbye
curtains
reaching out in air
for a last hug
a door
with arms spread open
welcome written large
like a gaping hole
wide greedy eyes
hungry for love
lonely shadow
touching darkness
reminds me of potholes
in yawning roads
people skirt by
but do not repair
Of Taste
does grief taste like salt
I asked my tongue
as it licked the fallen tears
depends, replied the tongue
sometimes, when you are parched
it can taste sweet
Raja Chakraborty - Born and brought up in Kolkata, India, Raja is a bilingual poet, writing in Bengali and English. Till date he has five books of Bengali poems and four books of English poems published, all of which found favour with readers and critics alike. He is also a regular contributor to online and offline magazines. His other interests are in painting and punning.
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