Anurag Talukdar Biography

Nobody reads the letters that I write,
Few considers them as prose,
Though I prefer myself a poet.
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An explosion deep within my heart,
Sublimes my very soul,
A feeling long obliterated,
Drags me back to my past, long forgotten.
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Lines curve strange pictures in our life,
Purple of dream melts into sorcery of dark.
I loved blue, while she erased her past,
Past confined beyond my reach, beyond my grasp.
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Is there something wrong within?
Or the whole world is conspiring.
Demented souls with forked tongues,
Slitters their way around my sanity.
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Letting the memories slip through,
I try to decimate everything of you.

The tresses still troubles me,
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