Broken Benches

When I was pretty small,
I had time for all,
Studies, teachers, friends & school,
And playful time was my only tool,
I followed a studying time,
Everyday from six to nine,
I spent much time consulting teachers,
And was one of the class eye catchers,
I had time to be in my friends group,
And was a famous monkey of the troop,
My school never got time to rest,
As I was always notoriously best.

Gravely Peace

Chained down on soil and dust,
Cried badly on the life of rust,
Begged all for a relief to be free,
He was just a sapling of a renowned tree.

Educated machine he was,
Smile was fake, tears were hidden,
Bruised all over by the social laws,
Alone he was, appearance was forbidden.

The Fire is Lit

Nights may pass in eyes open wide,
Days may pass in the race of life,
But the time you value is your bride,
The fortune you seek will be your wife.

Haters may hate do let them hate,
Dictators may dictate do let them dictate,

My Daughter Brought Happiness

The vagaries of life had shattered me down,
Made me a coercive slave, submitting to dealers’ erotic frown,
But I felt those moments with an absconding pain,
As you came to, my life of lame.

Your night of birth was marked with a dreadful storm entrenching by,
But I knew, you will be my cloud, silver lined in the darkest sky,
Your smile will brighten even the darkest hours just before the dawn,
And put a cease to my illegal social fights and you will be my crowing fawn.

When I saw you first beside me, on my bed,
Happiness resulted in a smile with tears to shed,
I kissed you, hugged you and kept you close to my heart,
As you are my only possessed priceless part.

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ON THE WAY TO A BETTER WORLD !

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I hid my face securely between the soothing palms of Mother Earth,
And passed by, the world without caring, taunting and laughing,
Some do stop just to ask, “Hi joker, feeling pity for your maker?”,
But I stay as dead as a stone, crying in muteness alone.

My friends are my Golden fish and a family of white mice,
The stars that shine, the wind that blows and the darkness.
I fear the sun and the daylight so busy to the living souls,
I am cursed, I am hurt and cornered to be alone.

HONOR THE GOD GIFTED LIFE

                                          Photo by Sukanto Debnath 

Today under the lamp light,
My ambitions are glowing bright,
When everyone is visiting their dreams,
I struggle to settle among the creams,
With smoke and shadow as my close friend,
I am ready to give any hardship to lend,
The tensions and sadness I bear,
Today I don’t feel any fear,
Within me, that lasted in the past,
And I seemed to get depressed fast….

Today with the music playing,
My aims are eagerly following,
The path my heart chose,
To sustain life’s any stand and pose,
With a broadened smile in face,
I am ready for the upcoming race,
The race that becomes harder every time,
And where wrong path leads to grave crime,
But I have to follow the right path,
And be a responsible inhabitant on Earth….

NEVER GIVE UP THE GIFT, LIFE

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 Listen, listen to my beating heart
It has learnt the expression art
Hear, hear my bold manly voice
It has learnt the speech to rejoice
Look, look at my confident eyes
They have learnt adjustment to rise
Yes I have overcome the dreadful time
The time of hardships and loneliness

At times heart became hard and stony
At times voice became shrill and uncanny
At times eyes became wet and slimy
At times I felt unreal and dreamy
When failure tended to evolve
All easy equation tended to remain unsolved
But me, the winner made these a practice shield
And moved for the quest of treasury field.

Today I write to express, the emotions deep
Today I run to climb, the future so steep
Today I stop to learn, from the past heap
Today I walk to think, how can I reap
The sweetest fruit of the precious life
The dearest mate to avoid strife
Because life is not a waste, it’s a gift
And we should not skit while we drift

This piece calls to the bravehearts today
Who have overcome the vagaries yesterday
Like a lone survived soldier of the war
Arrested and assaulted with abused lore
But never left the hope to return and live
With wife and children in his home hive
I congratulate those, for returning to who you are
I congratulate those, for dragging your lost race so far

It is not winning or losing the race that matters
It is the faith and knowing own capabilities that matters
The fight with dreadful time has surely ignited a power to live
And taught not to lose ever like a coward without a risky dive
This power will be carried on as experience in future tussles
And will help to win if not won in this race, without muscles
So wishing good luck and bright strong future ahead
Always fight, learn, adjust and help your change to spread.

Poet by Situation

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Not by Birth...

Published at http://highonpoems.com/24386/english-poems/long-poem/never-give-gift-life

WE ARE IN PEACE

Heavenly peace is not here we say,
But that’s not true,
Strong people always dominate a prey,
But that’s not true.

Like fingers are different though reside together,
We all are different but made of same leather,
Laughing, loving and caring all,
Holding hands to avoid a fall.

Point of thought and looking at life,
Is like using a sharp pointed knife,
One can use it to cut and peel,
Or use it as a weapon for a deadly kill.

Rewind the time and peep into the mind,
And evidences point we are an evolved kind,
Mother Teresa, Nelson Mandela all were of our kind,
They are the best examples of peaceful mind.

So stop regretting and crying for peace,
Open the bondage let thoughts release,
We all are peaceful enough to live with smile,
Think of the people powerless to walk a mile.

Poet by Situation

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Not by Birth...

Published at http://highonpoems.com/26973/english-poems/short-poem/we-are-in-peace

REASON TO LIVE

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There is nothing more for me with life to give,
There is nothing more with me in life to live,
But I am not so selfish to gift tears to dad and mom,
Because I know they will be shattered when I am gone….

Today my little late arrivals fill them with a huge panic,
And my death shock will surely throw them to live on medicine and tonic,
I do not want them to live as a lifeless artificial object,
Because I know I am their only living subject….

Though I smile hiding the dreadful rebelling storm inside myself,
But I know I have to live to hold their hands to provide help,
I am now in such a situation so cruelly harsh,
That I feel I am stuck alone in the weeds of quick sinking marsh.

There is nothing more for me with life to give,
There is nothing more with me in life to live……..

Poet by Situation

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Not by Birth....

Published at http://highonpoems.com/13172/english-poems/sonnet-poems/reason-live

NEVER DID I STOP NOR I WILL

Smelt the odor that drove me down,

Made me look similar to a dramatic clown,
Wearing a smiley mask though sad within,
Standing as a shield when storm blowing in.

Drenched with rain from top to bottom,
Wore a sweater in the mildest autumn,
But never complained of what I felt,
Though it was harsher than a strike of a belt.

Running all risks just not to be late,
Never knew what I had in fate,
All I have done is far too less,
This is what all thinks, I guess.

Never did I stop nor I will,
Even if everything comes to kill,
Fighting all odds and failing all time,
Soon I'll come across what's worth fully mine.

Poet by Situation

          & Not by Birth...
Published in http://allpoetry.com/poem/12263119-Never-did-I-stop-nor-I-will-by-Poetbysituation

I AM KEPT HIDDEN BY YOU.

Fight me,here I stand,

In your costly possessed land,

Which you incurred by fate,

But I incurred by hard faith.

You were gifted the golden throne,

But I was gifted your half eaten bone,

Still I stand in your possessed land,

Overpowering you with the sinking sand.

Come what may I do not fear,

It's my hard work that I bear,

Deafened all and crossed thorns,

Blood gushed from painful torns.

I smiled when you hurt me,

I cried when you falsely loved me,

I laughed when you kicked me,

I turned when you falsely cared me.

I am me now a man with individuality,

You are still a girl now with false identity,

Open your eyes lady till it's too late,

Soon will be betrayed by your own fate.

I still bear love that reminds you,

Good people are very few,

Recognize the fake and choose the true,

I am hidden among your false loving crew.

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Not by birth...
Published in http://highonpoems.com/25727/english-poems/short-poem/i-am-kept-hidden

I AM LEFT TO WHINE....

The wind speaks my heart out,

The rain washes my soul out,

Into the nature's lap,

Where I can peacefully take a nap.

In this rat race of life,

Time played the distorted fife,

Where I was left with no vitality,

And kept moving with frustrated mentality.

I needed a refreshing period to think,

I needed a moment to blink,

My tired eyes to watch the moments,

That was already sinking into time's grasp.

Time and tide waits for none,

I understood this line when I was all done,

With no close one's,no happiness,no time,

It seemed I did the most critical crime.

Cursing my soul and my fate,

I was trapped because I swallowed time's bait,

The greed to be the best caused me this lose,

The lose that cannot be repaid only can be regretted.

I have lost much and left with a handful,

And I am indebted to the moment so thankful,

To bring my conscience back in time,

To help me to secure the left with love and chime.

Here I stand safeguarding and regretting,

In the season's blissful rain and wetting,

My body to drain all pain I incurred,

And resting in nature's lap burred.

I love to be loved,

I love to be cared,

But I feel very scared,

To be hated like a spared.

I know the crime is mine,

I know I drank the selfish wine,

But believe me I have broken the stein,

Please forgive me,I am left only to whine.

Poet by Situation

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Not by birth...
Published in http://highonpoems.com/24264/english-poems/short-poem/i-am-left-only-to-whine

THOUGHTS

Thoughts are assembling alot,

      In the high time career spot,

Board exams are on its stroll,

      I feel like a crazy mole,

With all day study pressure,

      Next year I may be a college fresher,

Come what may i donot fear,

      I will fight like a mumma bear...............

Thoughts are assembling alot,

      In this high time career spot,

Thoughts of doing enginnering,

      Makes me feel as rusted ball bearing,

Thoughts of doing doctarate,

      Makes me feel as sterile mate,

So still not sure about my near furture,

      I left it as an unknown venture...............

Thoughts are assembling alot,

      In this high time career spot,

If my board results are best,

      My heart will be a chirping nest,

If the results are just better,

      My heart will be a knitted sweater,

If the results are just good,

      My heart will be in depressed mood...............

Thoughts are assembling alot,

      In this high time career spot,

Depending on my sheer luck,

      I am living like a featherless duck,

Who has all the capability,

      But ashamed of its bare skin nudity,

Now just praying to God,

I donot want to live as a finless Chord...............

  

@Poet by situation

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not by birth... 

NEVER HURT MY PARENTS

Why does the parental bond restricts me?

When I feel to fold my knee,

Standing on the side walls of my terrace,

When i know I lost my chance to flourish,

The world has showed me its rude face,

I have failed in the competitive race,

I am crushed under huge marks securer,

I am now the only failing bearer,

Who has no hope to live any more,

Standing with no sleep and a zero score....

The world's treatment to failures is harsh,

I am left to walk on lonely marsh,

Where every step is filled with deep danger,

But this unknown seems like a close stranger,

Where loosing life gives happiness,

And living with luck gives sadness,

Yes I slipped down the tracks once,

Why cannot I get another chance?

Today it seems though I thought myself clever,

But I was not that never,

I am the biggest loser of life,

Who smiles while stabbed with ruthless knife,

Today dad has to bow down to them,

The idiots who rule with their fake fame,

They said"You talk too much and waste our time."

Dad was treated ill for my crime,

But here I feel the guilt,

And feelings gather as useless rock silt....

The world only knows speech of worthless money,

To the money hungry people my poor request seems funny,

Deep down my heart a zeal has taken birth,

That i have to crush them all,those who insulted dad,

I will see them all those filthy cruel brats,

I will make them run till they die devoid of fats,

They who are unaware of the upcoming storm,

Will have to crawl at dad's feet like worm....

You damned souls wait till I get you all,

And use and throw you like rusted ball,

The hardships that my dad suffered today,

Will be repaid to you all tomorrow,

I was a quite unreactive chap,

But you awoke me and forced me to burn your map,

The day when I will demolish you guys,

I will destroy all your disputed dice,

This is not any warning given straight,

But it's my damn threat to you all my cruel mate.... 

@Poet by situation

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not by birth...