A Stranger Lurks in My Brain

A sunset is not a sunset
Till it does not bleed
The word in me not a word
Till it is beaten in my wordsmith’s forge.

If writings do not make you think and ponder, they are mere words put together. If they have no power to stir up your soul, it proves you actually possess no soul. Hence, these poems speak from the backstreets to the high rise of a city cutting clean into your flesh, waking your soul from its dormant state. Some take you rambling into philosophy from a personal to a universal level. Dressed in powerful imagery the poems appear fresh and first time and make you ponder.

Some words on Bo D’Costa’s poems
This is what I call real poetry. Poetry of Walt Whitman, Pablo Neruda, Majaz, Mayakovsky, Sardar Jaffri and Faiz Ahmed Faiz. Late K. A. Abbas, Mirror on Who Am I

Bob D’Costa is a poet of many excellences. He is the Federico Lorca of India. Late Dr. Krishna Srinivas

Just like Bob Dylan, Bob D’Costa too can see through the mask of which we are all a part of struggling every day for a new brotherhood. Dr. Rosemary C. Wilkinson, Secretary General, World Academy of Arts and Culture, Washington.