Amisha Debnath

_MY YOUNGER SELF_

I HAVE TURNED A PAGE OF MY HEART AND A NEW CHAPTER HAS BEGUN. LIFE SUDDENLY LOOKS SO BEAUTIFUL, IT FEELS LIKE, I’M READY FOR THE BATTLE TO TURN MY DREAMS INTO REALITY. AS A FLOWER BLOOMS FROM A BUD. MY IMAGINATION BECOMING MORE CREATIVE, THOUGH I CAN’T EXPLAIN IT BY A SINGLE WORD. IContinue reading “_MY YOUNGER SELF_”

_View of life_

Dreams disappeared,Hands are diverging.Life has become just acycle of inhaling andexhaling. They are forcing us tobe just numbers, Nowadays no sound isheard from the parks.Our lives are hangingBetween fantasy andreality.

How Many Times???

How many times,I have to die while writing a poem.Not even a single word can define myself.I’m dissolving the pain inside ofPeople who are far away from me,Even they don’t know I am existing.A plenty of years have passedIn Screaming, But not a single sign of them, I can see.I am still waiting and willContinue reading “How Many Times???”

_I Love Him, But He Don’t Know_

THERE’S STILL SOMETHING SPECIAL IN FALLING FOR HIM.RATHER THAN A BEAUTIFUL FACE AND A SPOTLESS SKIN. I FEEL MYSELF SO CURIOUS, WHEN HIS SMILE SEEMS SO FADED. I WONDER, HE HAS EVERYTHING. NOW WHAT HE CAN NEED? AS ALL HE WISPER BEHIND MY SHOULDER. IT’S FEELS LIKE HELPLESS BUT LITTLE BIT BOLDER. I FOUND HIMContinue reading “_I Love Him, But He Don’t Know_”

_It’s All Over Again_

Let’s pretend it’s all over again.Then what those days were.When you were mineMore than a lover. This love gained strength.When they have given meAnother chance. It all ended at us knowingThe depth of fall.Everything sees endThis time will too.