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Songs Voices Never Share is available for free on Google Playstore. Grab your copies Now!

Get your free e-copy of Songs Voices Never Share now from Google Play Books!

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Songs Voices Never Share is available to purchase for free on Amazon Kindle. Only for Today! Grab your Free Copies Now!

Get your free copy of my debit poetry book, Songs Voices Never Share, from Amazon Kindle. Hurry Fast, Offer valid only for today.
https://www.amazon.com/Songs-Voices-Never-Share-Bagchi-ebook/dp/B09513QFHX/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=&sr=

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Songs Voices Never Share is Now Available as Paperback on Amazon. Get Your Copy Now!

Get your copy of Songs Voices Never Share. Now available on Amazon.
https://www.amazon.in/Songs-Voices-Never-Share-Bagchi/dp/1639207767/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=&sr=

“I stand tall in the face of armageddon and pluck my guitar,
The words just come to me like drippings of melted sugar.”

Songs Voices Never Share chronicles the tale of a lonely bird as he embarks on an epic journey of self-discovery through the heart of music, filled with references to Greek Mythos. He meets a string of interesting characters on his way, each with their own unique stories to tell, as they all help him understand his true place in the world. A modern-day parable to the tale of Orpheus and Eurydice – Songs Voices Never Share is about all those thoughts and memories that remain unsaid or somewhere lost in time. The poems in this collection make the reader question the true meaning of dreams, hope, love, and the price that artists pay to sing the songs of those unheard.

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Songs Voices Never Share – My Debut Poetry Collection

I’m so excited to announce that my debut poetry book is finally out for purchase worldwide. I started working on this collection last year, about the same time as when I started this blog. Thanks to everyone who has supported me on this blog, it wouldn’t have been possible without you. Your support means a lot me. Now, please show my book some love too.

Here’s the link to the Amazon page. Do check it out, and I hope you enjoy it!
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09513QFHX

Book Blurb from the Back Cover:

“I stand tall in the face of armageddon and pluck my guitar,
The words just come to me like drippings of melted sugar.”

Songs Voices Never Share chronicles the tale of a lonely bird as he embarks on an epic journey of self-discovery through the heart of music, filled with references to Greek Mythos. He meets a string of interesting characters on his way, each with their own unique stories to tell, as they all help him understand his true place in the world. A modern-day parable to the tale of Orpheus and Eurydice – Songs Voices Never Share is about all those thoughts and memories that remain unsaid or somewhere lost in time. The poems in this collection make the reader question the true meaning of dreams, hope, love, and the price that artists pay to sing the songs of those unheard.

Thanks again for all your support! And do tell me what you think of the book if you get a chance to read it.

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Apotheosis of a Man

cheap sex and meth
draw me to my death
like the sirens of the sea
seducing men into eternal debris
neon screens keep me hooked
barely enjoying any of it
chasing the constant high
this is my destiny
plugged into this reality
i have reached my escape velocity
i shall live in the high and die by it.
Apotheosis of a Man
to something more than he can be
being invincible, though mere a feeling
something to escape his pointless existence
skipping life on a spree.
you're standing on mountain made of skulls
the same hands that pulled you to the top
will one day punch you down
i see it coming for me, cold and distant
run, run away, while you still can.

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Mountain of Skulls

The bones flowing in the bloody river collide
In the arms of my guitar,
As I rise through the endless
Pile of skulls sprayed around me
The scarlet sky blazes in the backdrop
Of the hellfire, bent on the
Apocalypse of human consciousness.

I use their orbits as a jug
And climb up above like a thug
A mountain of skulls
Filled with memories of the forgotten,
Resting around to decompose into the Earth
The mountain grows bigger and bigger
As time goes by,
And the ones below get pushed further down.

Once I get to the top 
I must make a choice
The others will be waiting for me
As I gave my word to the bard
I promised him I will play my guitar 
And I'll play my songs
I'll share the voices, of those unheard.

But he warned me that 
It'll come with a price
Though at the moment 
I only have my mind on the ticket out
And climbing up this mountain,
Stepping on the skulls of the deceased,
Is only way out.

I take a step and pull Raven up,
She's right behind me, trying to keep up
I tried to tell  her 
About my talk with the bard
But she said she's heard bout' it
And even knows what choice I'll make
But I don't ask her.

I like to think I have some control,
Though my experiences contradict that belief.
My hand's blistering with pain,
I think we're almost at the top.
I look at Raven - she looks morose 
And somehow even prettier than before.

I ask her why it's gotta be me,
Who has to make the choice.
She hides behind her dreary smile
And speaks in her lucid voice,
"You know that, don't you?
You're the boy who entered dreams,
By escaping bone cages called cities."
In that moment, our feet touch the mountain peak
And the countless skulls collapse underneath.








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And Then The Bard Spoke

Hanging by the doors, into the windows of mist
That carry your arms to me, in a moment of bliss,
Carry them like the self loathing bastard you are,
Your words don't mean shit in here!
They'll grind you and tear you and make you adhere.

You are young and you're hopeful, you want to do something noble
You think you owe it to your life, like it'll get you your prize
But you don't know of the price that you have pay, to do something in this world your way.
Speak up to people who beat us down, you gotta be some kinda clown.
I know I was - believing in the lies of the world, that once made me a god,
I believed I stood for something, I thought I could change something,
But the world is a bottle factory, molding people into it's own slavery
It will drain your thoughts out of you, make you spill the words you brew
In your head with a meaning, and exploit them to fill their billing.
You can tell people all you want, they only listen to what they want,
Nobody's interested in the truth, just package sugar-dreams for the buoyant youth.
I used to believe I stood for something, I thought I'd help them questioning
But I was just another minion, instead helping them maintain their dominion.
They took her away from me, before I could even see,
And now I lay trapped in this dungeon, forgotten like someone redundant
Nobody will mourn when I die, like nobody mourned when you said goodbye.
Run Away ye Lad, run away somewhere far from here!
Take your pretty lass' hand, they're coming to get her.
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Orpheus in the Underworld

Late night at the fortress, high, 
Higher than a kite in the sky,
Surrounded by people smelling of piss and sweat 
Dirty walls holding tears of it's thousand inmates.

Segregated and kept separated
Beaten and tortured until broken
Locked in these cells like animals, who don't cooperate,
Spend forever here on charges of crimes against the state.

Blades run for those who disobey,
Killing all that comes on it's way,
Chains bind them to their doom,
Going mad together in this tomb.

My mind's intoxicated, all my senses blurred
Thoughts pummel my head, bordering on the absurd
I need to get to Raven,I need to fortify her
But the visions in front me form a constant blur.

Inside the cages filled with golden canaries,
These walls hide their most priced possession,
A hundred year old bard,
With long flowing hairs and beard
Whiter than Gandalf, from the darkness appeared
Growling in a voice, strong enough to persuade even the purest
To melt even the strongest
And to cure even the sickest.
Blinded by the light, I bow down on one knee
And listen to Orpheus go on a recitation spree.







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Freedom March

Faceless creatures barking in union,
Speeches directed at The Man
Like noises hissing into other’s souls.

Their voices united by the hate
Towards the ones in power
Who decide their fate.

“Give me freedom!”
Someone yells out and the crowd
continues chanting in a rhythmic hymn.

But who has the power to give freedom?
Is it something you can ask for?
Who is so powerful? I’m not sure.

Raven drags me across the crowd,
Lyrics to Kurt’s ‘Rape me’ written
All over her naked breasts.

She shows her middle finger to the authorities
And tells them to “Fuck off!”
As she asks me join her for her crazy dance.

She moves like an angel,
I wanna dance with her,
Free my arms and join the flow of the swarm.

I don’t know what they’re protesting, and I don’t care
For all I know, this the Black Parade
And I’m one of the bodies in the street.

I wanna join them in whatever they’re doing
Dance and sing with them, like we’re in a concert
But I’m not sure if I belong here.

I don’t have anything to protest,
And I’m not sure if they do either.
Do they wanna change the world or just watch it burn?

Men in uniform try to drive the herd,
Using their water cannons as fountains
In which I bathe as I watch Raven dance.

They have come to take us all in,
They are slaves to The Man and his dogs,
The men in uniforms attacked the ones with no clothes.

Anger instilled deep within everybody,
They wanna tear everything apart,
Fighting together to lift each other up.

Hate brings us together like no love ever can,
People will try to make a change
As long as they hate where they are.

Broken people coming together,
To feel whole in their quest,
Ain’t that beautiful?

But what is my purpose here? What do I fight for?
Or am I just another faceless creature standing in the crowd?
Conflicted, all I do is follow her lead, and start singing a song.

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“Sing to me, Muse”

Rising Sun in the rear mirror.
Brittle breeze sniffing on the red scarf
That she wraps around her neck
Hiding the tattoo she was given at birth.

The wretched river follows us right by the side
Of the road we’ve been ridin’ through all night
Through dark forests that smell of dead corpse
Filled with fireflies and nymphs playing harps.

She looks like she was brought down from heaven
Just for me,
She’s the one they call by the name ‘Raven’
She’s come to set me free.

She’s more beautiful than I can comprehend
Her eyes looking at me with reminiscence
Her face makes me wanna sing
In voices I can’t listen.

I don’t know where she’s leading me,
But I want to follow her
No matter how far
It’s not like I have a bigger purpose to serve.

She shines with a glistening glow
As the newborn sun kisses her face.
“Your life’s shorter than your shadow,
Ever wonder why you’re here, what’s your place?”

Born in the city of bones, I have never been bold
All my life I have done as I was told.
The thought of my place in this world never appeared
Or it did, and I taught myself to not think hard.

She turns her head and whispers, staring into my soul
“I know you have stories to tell, Sing them to me all”

I have always had a guitar
I want to play it to her
And even though I never learned to play it
I hit the strings, making up words to go with it.

“Sing to me, that’s all I ask of you
When the time comes, you will leave and forget all about me
But I want you to remember the songs you sing right now
Keep em’ and one day when you’re old, sing them in memory of me.”

“Sing to me of the man, Muse, the man of twists and turns
The man who sits on his throne, as the whole world burns”