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Paperback. Condizione: new. Paperback. Myself Biswajit Lai. This is my first book to release. In this book I have compiled 71 poems. These poems are varieties in substance, for a long years I have written these. I imagined many things and put it in my poems with words. I wrote these poems for long years and collected my memories in these poems. These poems are woven from the dreams of many days and nights. Many memories are associated with each poem. The beautiful beauty of this nature seems to cast a spell on my eyes. So sometimes sitting on the stairs in the late afternoon, sometimes walking on the roof in the quiet evening, and sometimes lying in the bosom of the night, looking at the many distant stars, I have let my imagination run wild. And I have captured those wonderful moments with some favorite words. We live on a small floating land in the middle of this universe. We do not understand it. It is beyond our comprehension. Yet, we have also witnessed such a wonderful event as the rising of the sun and moon every day. Yet, I live in the midst of this nature, in West Bengal, India, my beloved country on earth. And I am fascinated by the diversity of this eternally beautiful Bengal again and again. The six seasons that play in the heart of Bengal, this nature dresses up in a new way in every season. So I watch it with fascination. So many things come to mind. How many endless memories have been created. Everything will end one day. Yet this life flows. It has no end. In the language of poetry, the awakening of the precious sense of life from this universe - I have tried to write these with my own small knowledge. Here is some of them.You are like a deer, You have taken my heart away, You have left it somewhereIn the depths of the forest;In the forest light, You have torn and eaten my heart, like a young leaf of grass. Biswajit LaiEyes wide open in dreams We who have grown upHave taken up pen or spadeThe house of mirrors is left behindThat is why here is the hunger of memories. In my dreams I see the light of the lampshadeThe corpse of the leaf cutterEternally asleep in the eyes of the belovedThe residence of the jackal. How far has autumn goneThe shade of the cedar has taken its chestStill on the steps of the schoolThe soft melody of seeing you is ringing. Those melodies of beauty and serenityThe Dahuk sitting on the branches of the Hijal surrounding the pondDead today, they are dead on the path of timeI have begged them to return again. The pictures that were in the Nakshi KanthaThey are still lying unmovingToday, there is no sleep in my eyesAs if there is no sleep in my ribs, the conch of my eyes. Uttarayan has passed through many transitionsIt has passed like the bend of a mountainIn my life, yours, Will you come back, a flock of migrating birds? New poetry, new pen, all thoseHearts filled with emotion, those pagesWith seven hours of daily dreamsSeventeen hours of head crammed. My myth, my jeweleryEverywhere today, your coming and goingSince that Chaitra afternoon, Finding myself in six years. That step-verse, first touching the heartThen the illness of a wilderness is like in my mindThe pankauri seen from school is lying dead in a corner of my mind. I just want you to be well foreverThe school window has only given me a loophole, You are another tree, a bird, inaccessible, so todayI have kept for myself only my eyes, lost in dreams. Biswajit Lai Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability.

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Paperback. Condizione: new. Paperback. Myself Biswajit Lai. This is my first book to release. In this book I have compiled 71 poems. These poems are varieties in substance, for a long years I have written these. I imagined many things and put it in my poems with words. I wrote these poems for long years and collected my memories in these poems. These poems are woven from the dreams of many days and nights. Many memories are associated with each poem. The beautiful beauty of this nature seems to cast a spell on my eyes. So sometimes sitting on the stairs in the late afternoon, sometimes walking on the roof in the quiet evening, and sometimes lying in the bosom of the night, looking at the many distant stars, I have let my imagination run wild. And I have captured those wonderful moments with some favorite words. We live on a small floating land in the middle of this universe. We do not understand it. It is beyond our comprehension. Yet, we have also witnessed such a wonderful event as the rising of the sun and moon every day. Yet, I live in the midst of this nature, in West Bengal, India, my beloved country on earth. And I am fascinated by the diversity of this eternally beautiful Bengal again and again. The six seasons that play in the heart of Bengal, this nature dresses up in a new way in every season. So I watch it with fascination. So many things come to mind. How many endless memories have been created. Everything will end one day. Yet this life flows. It has no end. In the language of poetry, the awakening of the precious sense of life from this universe - I have tried to write these with my own small knowledge. Here is some of them.You are like a deer, You have taken my heart away, You have left it somewhereIn the depths of the forest;In the forest light, You have torn and eaten my heart, like a young leaf of grass. Biswajit LaiEyes wide open in dreams We who have grown upHave taken up pen or spadeThe house of mirrors is left behindThat is why here is the hunger of memories. In my dreams I see the light of the lampshadeThe corpse of the leaf cutterEternally asleep in the eyes of the belovedThe residence of the jackal. How far has autumn goneThe shade of the cedar has taken its chestStill on the steps of the schoolThe soft melody of seeing you is ringing. Those melodies of beauty and serenityThe Dahuk sitting on the branches of the Hijal surrounding the pondDead today, they are dead on the path of timeI have begged them to return again. The pictures that were in the Nakshi KanthaThey are still lying unmovingToday, there is no sleep in my eyesAs if there is no sleep in my ribs, the conch of my eyes. Uttarayan has passed through many transitionsIt has passed like the bend of a mountainIn my life, yours, Will you come back, a flock of migrating birds? New poetry, new pen, all thoseHearts filled with emotion, those pagesWith seven hours of daily dreamsSeventeen hours of head crammed. My myth, my jeweleryEverywhere today, your coming and goingSince that Chaitra afternoon, Finding myself in six years. That step-verse, first touching the heartThen the illness of a wilderness is like in my mindThe pankauri seen from school is lying dead in a corner of my mind. I just want you to be well foreverThe school window has only given me a loophole, You are another tree, a bird, inaccessible, so todayI have kept for myself only my eyes, lost in dreams. Biswajit Lai Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability.