Poetry

Passing Clouds

By Devangshu Dutta

Passing Clouds
There are days that feel heavy,
Like rainclouds, pregnant with tears unshed.
On most days though, now,
the winds of life just blow them along.
Cloud after cloud
day after day, burdened with feelings,
regrets
and hopes
heavy in the air.
Someone says, "It's the monsoon",
this, too, shall pass.

Us/Not Us
I'm firmly a grey character, my friend.
Every side my side, I'm the murky air
of polluted humanity
here, there, and everywhere.
Breathe me in, and you might die.
And, then again,
You might live a life never imagined or taught.
When there's nothing called the "other"
Then everything is your own.

Devangshu Dutta is an entrepreneur, business advisor and a student of life. His published writing in recent years has largely been restricted to business analyses; this is his first non-business published work in decades. Upbraided frequently about not having put out a book yet, he promises to start working on at least one of the many manuscripts sketched out over the years before 2020 is out.

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7 replies on “Passing Clouds”

Awesome DD, how brimming with creative juices and wisdom you are…… Guys, don’t let this pass

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Wow Devangshu. Amazing.

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Great 👍Loved it… especially ‘Passing Clouds’
Do keep writing…

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So meaningful… Very proud of you Devangshu, lots of love Mummy

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Wow, I am impressed. Your love is poetry, mine is painting. God bless.

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Loved your profound poems. Can relate well to Passing Clouds. “When there’s nothing called ‘the other’ / Then everything is your own” Deeply thought provoking.

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