Poems written by Kuntal Deb Barman

The Clock

The Clock short poem

I remember, The Clock, Beige and White of my child days That used to spell time perfect… Now is broken but the time never stopped, And on the wall they hung a newer one the time never stopped I saw

Brothers are Sleeping

Brothers are Sleeping short poem

Brothers are sleeping on the battlefield so gently.. Brothers are sleeping as if they will never wake, They are dreaming of a world where they will have no reason to fight again… Can you see? there the pilgrims are passing

An Evening at the Cafe

An Evening at the Cafe short poem

Sumptuousness of the cafe, Sitting at the corner… Softly Decorated with glasses comforts of Air-Conditioner.. Silent faces unknown held down on phone-screen… Headphones and Ringtones like sounds of guillotine Inside the head-Rage and fire against the politics-bullshit of generation of

Holy Death

Holy Death short poem

Shadows and the bravery of the past, echoes of the sounds you spoke of hopes and misery ever last… but smokes of your failure – you choke Behinds the sun, stars dream of evening darkness. Holy Death, leads us to

End of Love

End of Love short poem

One Thousand Dreams, Thrills, Fogs of December You wake up in a lonely station when people passing.. One Thousands way to escape like every one did you met… in another world everyone is vagabond.. Mama was gone, you don’t know

Under the drone

Under the drone short poem

And then one old friend lost, with memories of us most.. gone through the long highway, like a hitchhiker does Why do I here, to cry? surprised.. for spared each time when it is hard to decide.. what to live

On A Sea Shore

On A Sea Shore short poem

Small ripples of the lagoon under azure sky… may be life is nothing but a mental satisfaction. How they touch my toes … how they wet my heel… life is so beautiful I can feel, I can feel… Some ends