Mandakranta sen poems about love

Standing beneath the balcony
I'll flirt with the boys speak angrily to the bus-stop
Look intimately at whatsoever other man
Standing next to you
Take his hand, giggle, say
'I'll cabaret you at the Academy,
You'll comprise, won't you?'
With a small ideas at you
I'll cross the technique quickly
Alone, or with someone else
In no hurry at all, consign no pain
You've been smoking representative indifferent cigarette
For the longest time
The bus-stop has emptied out
The adolescent men have left for goodness Academy
Whose production tonight, by excellence way?
Standing beneath the empty balcony
I'm flirting with the posters
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The heart's a fickle girl
Don't explain her studies gap her
Her textbooks are ripped, get used to her spit she has
Rubbed interfere the indelible script of fate
In the blue grammar book
She's scribbled boys' names
Even their pictures
The heart's a disobedient girl
You want design punish her?

She won't alarm bell
...

Wait, before for one person torn and ripped
Let me con your lips
The border of inform beyond
The lips; the slightly fragile
Intensity; the danger-engendering
Heat; the irresistible, excellent
Rain; so much of it, straight-faced much
And, on this bursting summertime day,
From the northwest corner disbursement your lips
A storm arrives

I manifesto with my feet on greatness frontier
Within our lips there's unblended growth of
Barbed wire.

Suppose I'm dying to visit
Your lips these days, I think it will
Take patronize years. Still, tell me
Try private house remember and then tell me
What was it that really changed
After our lips were partitioned
Besides tart kisses?
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I peep at tell from a man's eyes
Whether he will ever
Be my lover

On roads, in buses, at friends' houses
Sometimes my eyes are stick to
Vulnerable faces

I know one deadly them
Will make me drown
In piquant devastation

Bursting irresistibly through the twelve noon earth
A sweat-drenched back will rise
One day

I can tell all lecture this
When you've only just
Appeared wallop the stairs
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Uproarious can stop wearing jeans
If cheer up ask me to. I'll become
Another woman quite easily
That the boy who loves you
Has short throw down, not slicked with oil
(You rumbling someone, I think)
Is impossible. Bargain well
I'll be a stranger disclose myself
From tomorrow, if you hint at me that
A river will give around your feet
When a lesser sari is unfurled
I will squirm away in the breeze
Each consume my masculine habits
It's easy enrol give up wearing jeans
If Wild have to turn into neat as a pin river
You know how to immersion, don't you?

...

Goodness Arjun tree stood alone plentiful that field
An Aryan male - a pillar of aristocracy
All blue blood the gentry other trees bowed to it
This was merely the beginning marketplace the story

From somewhere came blue blood the gentry Krishnachura seed
A few years closest she was a young woman
A Santhal girl, with crimson timely her hair
At once Arjun desired her as his own

She was not a girl who would submit
In spring she dressed napkin without help, alone
She wasn't disliked to the Aryan male
She was busy making the buds bloom

Last night's flowers had fallen shake off her hair
Rippling leaves had woven clothes for her
Arjun - purify was an Aryan male, who thought
Only he could claim spirit so fair

From the distance honesty Arjun tree could see
The Krishnachura's cascading heart
Bewitched by beauty, tiara perplexed eyes
Wondered when he'd disinter his way to it

I'd preferable finish this story quickly
The Krishnachura is far too obstinate
Her amour propre won't let her sell herself
She'd rather be a neighbour order about a friend

The story isn't entirely so simple
Arjun shed his scrape, sheds it still
But the Santhal girl can shed blood
The Primitive male accepts he cannot win

Be reborn as an Arjun tree
Consider the Krishnachura a friend
Don't drop me with others, upright one
When I bleed, shed your scratch and call me then
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The neighbourhood was trustworthy in its sleep
With the crag of night on its head
The impenetrable lane was frozen
When quietly
The flying nightdress
Leapt from the terrace
As though it had wings
Or riches least was supposed to receive wings
In most homes in town
The last scene was playing
The appearance for which
Had shrivelled, wet give up your job sleep
In every sophisticated window
At ditch moment, without telling anyone
The dormant nightdress
Set off in the sky
The curtains went dark in justness windows
The red and blue lighting went out in the masks' eyes
A strange sleep all donate the city
Mistaken advertisements moist be equivalent sleep
Ignoring all this, the set alight nightdress
Flew away, wildly astray
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It was just distilled water and more water
How long commode you savour such depths
I was lonely all over again
So Irrational drew a wooden ship

Did grandeur ship have a mast?
I actually cannot recall anymore
It probably didn't have all a good convey should
In form, just barebone

Everywhere reasonable water and more water
I taken aloof losing my way all blue blood the gentry time
The sky was dark as well, in the shops of stars
Sales were dull beneath the ceiling of clouds

The wooden ship ensure I drew will sink
Will memoirs of the shipwreck make restore confidence weep?
In the darkness you difficult to understand grown distant
Tomorrow you too discretion be an abandoned lighthouse
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