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Poetry

Dust

By Devangshu Dutta

 
 

 Dust 
 Dust in the mouth
 Do you taste the victory whose reason 
      you have long forgotten,
 Or the defeat whose arrival terrorises your nights?
 Does it matter?
 Whether it is the romantic reminder 
       of stardust beginnings,
 Or the foreteller of its entropic end?

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, but he’s exploring publishing in other spaces.

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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.

PLEASE NOTE: ARTICLES CAN ONLY BE REPRODUCED IN OTHER SITES WITH DUE ACKNOWLEDGEMENT TO BORDERLESS JOURNAL.

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