![Honesty ~ Bhuyanshi Talukdar](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
Thy keen-edged blade,
Sits naked in its sharpness
No armour can
withstand its strike,
Nor shield nor mask
withstand its glance.
With open eyes..
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![Kanha, i found you ~ Bhuyanshi Talukdar](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
In the pages of Geeta, I found you
You are the one with
the peacock feather in your hair,
the one who played the divine flute
whose sound soothe..
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![Mooncake ~ Bhuyanshi Talukdar](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
I was once round and plump
People used to take me
and eat me without a second thought.
I never held a grudge,
no matter how people treated me.
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![Existential Crisis ~ Bhuyanshi Talukdar](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
The stars were my cradle
My womb the black void.
I heard the screams of life and destruction
I felt the fires of rage and ambition
I saw the tea..
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![Paranoid Beast ~ Bhuyanshi Talukdar](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
Sometimes, I wonder if there's more to the shadows in this Greenwich alley.
a hint of danger lurking nearby,
like a ghost from that River Thames. ..
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![Underground town~ Bhuyanshi Talukdar](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
The streets littered with
the aftermath of battle.
The stench of war and the fog of
destruction fill my lungs as I walk.
Passing by pubs and f..
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![Red flag men~ Bhuyanshi Talukdar](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
He's as fierce as a wolf
and as tough as an old mutt.;
The one who's gotta doodle legs on a snake;
He's like, "La la la," while swiping that bell...
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![A Christian at heart ~ Bhuyanshi Talukdar](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
I may be a sinner rather than a devotee;
But I'm a Christian at heart.
In the winding roads of veins,
I find my way,
Underneath that big ol' s..
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![Tie her with justice~ Bhuyanshi Talukdar](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
Tie her with justice,
let justice reigns with scales.
She ties the knot tight,
with threads of righteous might.
She's the white moonlight,
who..
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![Death~ Bhuyanshi Talukdar](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
A taste of salt upon the lips,
Tears mingling with the sea,
a fleeting sigh of drifting
cotton candy bus.
a leaf carried by the hush
of fa..
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