Love is so far away with a lonely heart,
afar of ache
Death embraces the maternal gut

©Ujjwal Roy Chowdhury

Perchance demise has assumed,
Ostensibly,Occupied deprivation is measurable ;

Come, O light,
The pioneer still past endurance!

The comeliness nightmares wailing lying on,
When silence of love vengeful the message

The way a person is taking away depression elongated,
to imagination of epitome the same Earth’s surface;

No longer emitted ,
Where the femininity of met with exist

Today’s assignation,
Maybe not tomorrow !

© Ujjwal Roy Chowdhury

Dear Preterit,

Thirty years later from the old age home,The ink of the pen has dripped on the pages of the diary of life.
Leisure time!was I’m really solitary that day! So, the light of deep plowing has touched the penetrating courtyard, Where the underlying garniture is the archeology of outcast

Perhaps the slightest change cannot be detected erelong,However,for the purpose of indestructible living, it is infinitely pervasive and perishable.

You, too, didn’t perceived the transfer and even in the range, from gaining his unwavering confidence. One of the few indestructible dissimilation that can be met is the evolution of some movement, where laid down in the epitome of beauty and demise leaves.In the abyss only migratory character are out of the way of it’s passage

The shadow of the one who is assured comes down in the pursuit of the eternal loneliness of life. Sporadically,Now the flowering trees is filled with the smell of the baneful season; The metaphor of the past standing in the distance is no more, only compassion of emptiness is advancing in its path.

There was more to say but the words are dumb for now….

© Ujjwal Roy Chowdhury

Abstinence imagined in the courtyard of immersion,
In vain, the grains of silence are asleep; On the valley

ignited in the heart when leaving haply;
The incoherent and inexhaustible form is lost in the manifestation of inseparable perfection

When you’ll get a timeless beauty
Which Inlaid but a brief history of the division

Although In the migratory path the memory is always unstained
Black will laid out,
Incessantly feelings are a deeply wounded corpse

Then at midnight, Silent highway on purpose;
A wonded gal lying in the shadows;
Apropos the language when the impact is a thunder signal of extinction

That reflection after the last break,
A unique groundbreaking evolution of remnant………

© Ujjwal Roy Chowdhury

Churning is always immortal on the path to eternity, yet the neologism of the lover is moving towards the intact.Approximately nothing is ever intended but the journey towards the endangered sculpture is inevitable of course,The inexhaustible form whispers of confusion does not return in the preterite of spatialization.Oh earth, I know I am not your rebellious child but I have learned to fill the void in the face of aggression. If faith germinates next to the grave, oh light, I’m waiting for your ways to rid of the heart. In the deepest path, let the last leaf, which touches the soul and the tenderness of enkindled, be carried far and wide.

Reminds the ataraxic mind of the flag of enlightened consciousness,Where the melody of the sea became met at the end of the road. Meanwhile the future of love has touched the beautiful love poesy, Wake up, O wanderer, today is the day of abandonment behind you. Either take back some of the past evanescence in the obsession of your happiness. Straits, rarely will he be humble in the midst of some vision that day

Maybe that’s why it’s time to return after a submerged debut. hey Aphrodite, Let’s cross the horizon with desire of sin. Now, there is no immigration to see the moon of incapacity,Only in the last poem to pay homage to the parasitic generation of cycle.

©Ujjwal Roy Chowdhury

When the night is deep
lament of the galaxies away from the interior,
The light now wants to hold the infinite mirage
Yet there is no restraint ;
Where the catastrophe of grief that grips a beautiful nudity,

As if you left me!
I know, no one is entitled to an inexhaustible emptiness
But in the heart of the world is a heartless dream ;

The crown has become a worshiper of unadorned flowers,
Still memories are lying in the inner courtyard of love ;
Someone came ,
We’ll turn on the light and exultation the reincarnation;

Some timeless way,
One of the ineluctable femininity of emptiness,
Masculinity when the graveyard of nature

© Ujjwal Roy Chowdhury

Paramour of that invocation is celestial
Observatory galaxy,
I’ll be in ,
Throughout retain the haughty clouds of womb
Although this promise of return is interior

Called her enormity of omnipresent
When sleeping touch death of felicity
After leaving,
Whoever touches you is the immortality of the grave..

The heart is written on the last ink
The existence of the love is only the mulibrity of born

© Ujjwal Roy Chowdhury

I too am the death of one who resonates in the depths of your crucified heart,now Who has become an inseparable creation of abandonment behind expression.Although inconsequential corpses were scattered in my yard, the principle of adaptation is being forced to say that puzzles are no longer trivial for them.How far away is the day of nature’s baneful spring when the coffin-filled irresistible tragedy changes, Maybe how imperceptible is the inexhaustible form of reflection. Meanwhile, endless love of the assumed disregard of incoherence will occasionally disappear into the emptiness of a perfection where I stand and watch the end of disobedient youth advancing through the darkness.if you’re the only way to gone for moonlit as a abortive light by the poetry of insights on the beneath. as opposed to,On the other hand, the birth of a mirage that has no separation, a rare generation that empowers. Decisive of , I know that it is a literary silent poem that has gone away and its future burns in the preterite when it comes back. Oddly adolescent galaxies are sitting in the distance, really stupendous. Only they walk on the path of the cosmos as usual…

Let me see,
A sea of ​​majestic tears for some more time
touch the petiole of your naked thorax
I’ll be in the mirage
You can daresay ;
Life is a timeless tombstone of born
Forevereath of seclusion

One time the wait will be over but we will not be in the midst of this exist……

© Ujjwal Roy Chowdhury

Generation is not immortal,
yet our conceit does not diminish;
this time a lonely way to gone….

© Ujjwal Roy Chowdhury

O birth, let me kiss you
Where death accept the relationship forever
Only remains slightly elusive before leaving

yet as the arid flower blossom
Only inseparable time stands in the light of emptiness;
Ostensibly, Once-over the touch remains in the courtyard of feeling

Hey preterite tell me
let me die for you. I’ll love you

© Ujjwal Roy Chowdhury