SOLITUDE

The destination of life is same for all,

Just the path gets contrasting as we crawl,

A few reach the destination with comfort,

Utmost reach it with a lot of tiring effort,

In the end heads are high for some,

As victory comes beating a drum,

But most have drooped down head,

As defeat causes tears to shed.

Dawn to dusk is the time for them,

Who have incurred a lot of fame,

With foot on ground and heads up sky,

They move with pride and wings to fly,

Dusk to dawn is the time for them,

Who are bound to hide faces in shame,

With foot on ground and heads hidden down,

They are treated as town's biggest clown.

I count myself among the latter,

As life of mine is in a tatter,

Fallen dirty in some forbidden corner,

Life has always appeared as a scorner,

With people overpassing me every moment,

Close one's consider me as bad omen,

Thus I move deserted with shadows side by,

There appears water stains below the eye.

Sitting on the empty benches in the park,

I am forced to hide alone in the dark,

With some fellows like me sharing other benches,

We are all cognate,fallen in the compatible trenches,

No hands do ever show up for our support,

Only countless lips inundate  to snort,

They whisper to compose fun of our failure,

Almighty seems to be our only saviour,

Streets buzzing with various loud sounds,

Every footstep causing vibrations on the ground,

I can feel my heart urging to be among the crowd,

But I fear stepping in seeing the overcast cloud,

It may rain any moment with heavy drizzle,

And people may taunt me making me frizzle,

So I elope late when everyone's back home,

Quietly without avoiding to disturb famous Gnome.

Back at home affectionate darkness prevails,

With cracked walls and water patches forming scales,

I sit with a lighted puff gasping at the moon,

With no words to speak,sinking in a swoon,

This state of mine had been adapted since long,

\From the time sadness tied me with a thong,

Hopes disappeared,Dreams shattered down,

It's been long I am holding my battered crown.

POET BY SITUATION

            &

NOT BY BIRTH.
Published in http://highonpoems.com/14084/english-poems/long-poem/solitude-4

FORCED TO STAY AWAKE

The weather is not letting me sleep in peace,

Humidity seems monsoon's closest niece.

Last two days I am kept awaken all night,

And had to tolerate an absconded fight,

With the humidity that prevails till now,

I have to unwillingly bend and bow,

To this stone hearted humidity,

That deprives me of life's most necessity.

Oh!Have mercy on my tired soul,

Stop warming me like wood charcoal,

Sleep,s the best thing I love to do,

But you treat me ill without clue,

Draining the last part of energy left,

It's been two nights I haven't slept.

What harm did I ever commit to you Lord?

That today you treat me with this reward?

Poet by situation

        &

Not by birth...

Published at http://highonpoems.com/13843/english-poems/short-poem/forced-stay-awake

TIME'S TOO SHORT IN LIFE

Today while travelling via road,

I took a look at a displayed board,

I read.”Income tax should be paid.”

But it was torn and its colour was in fades,

I wondered how many took a look,

It seemed as an old torn nursery book,

With scribbled writing inside,

And its torn cover kept aside,

It gave me a strange feeling,

About my damned cracked home ceiling,

It is work that keeps us busy,

And little leisure time is not at all easy,

So I didn't get time for the repair,

Same as the workers didn't replace this torn prepare,

It seems money is our life main meaning,

Once thing is made there’s no time for repairing,

Today this made me think a whole lot,

While in this jammed street spot.

Poet by situation

           &

Not by birth...

I WILL MEET YOU SOON

I turned back to see emptiness,
But never believed my eyes,
I kept laughing to avoid loneliness,
But never believed they were lies,
It was a promise made by her,
It was a faith she would never go far,

Forgetting all and leaving all she dreamt,
To a far away land away from us,
Deafening all and breaking all she went,
To a far away land away from us,
A land from where there's no return way,
A land where there is no being living stay.

I describe the land as paradise after death,
She described that land as imaginative place,
I describe the land of lifeless living breath,
But she described that land as empty space,
None pointed who had that misconception,
None there now to draw any conclusion.

Where are you my heart?
I guess to seek the truth,
To prove your proposal part,
To prove you are a Sleuth,
But you didn't think about me,
But you didn't think where I will be.

I feel totally lost without you,
I see black and white in a colourful hue,
I can neither sleep nor dream alone,
I need you to sit on the happy throne,
Where ever you are,where ever you stand,
I know my words reach you,bursting the tear gland.

Come back soon a hand awaits for you,
I stand where you will get my view,
A clear one for you and a blur one for others,
It's my living body that only bothers,
I will come soon to you if you don,t,in a bird flock,
Please open the door if you hear "knock!knock!".

Poet by situation
       &
Not by birth.

Published in http://highonpoems.com/13725/english-poems/elegy/will-meet-soon

I AM STILL LIVING DEAD

                                         

Today my eyes seem a lot dry,

It seems I am unable to cry,
I had spent long days crying alone,

I wait trustfully for her one telephone.

 I remember some of those days,

When my heart suffered her flirty plays,

I still remember some of those wakeful nights,

She slept peacefully after intentional fights.

Sometimes I felt desolately broken all of a sudden,

And my gifted life felt a painful burden,

Many times I wished death as I felt she was hurt,

But never knew that she was only a flirt.

 How idiot I was at the time,

When I thought she was mine,

But I was always wrong,

And found own self in a heartbroken song.

Was it my fault to love a fake heart?

Or it was she who failed in her part?

Depressed hours had never past,

When I suppressed happy life in a sorrow crust....

 Thinking of her to return,

I cursed the God of Saturn.

But always she proved me false,

When every time I got busy calls....

Her phone was full of illicit messages,

And I caught her in many dark passages,

But idiot I was to give her chances,

In thought if she ever changes....

No she can’t ever change,

But my heart will never take any revenge,

From her, because my love is true,

And she pierced my pure heart through....

She has gone away long,

But I find myself still in every sad song,

Though today she is not beside me,

But me happily humming like a bee..

Today I get scolding at home for her,

Today I'm a spoiled brat in the eyes of every teacher,

Did God do this any fair?

Gave the traitor his happiness to share....

Is being good on Earth a crime?

Isn't it bad to lose virginity in prime?

Then why she is in the sea of happiness,

And I stand in the barren land of sadness...

 I stand with not a single tear left,

With no heart in fear of theft,

With searching eyes without any sight,

With sun in hand but not a ray of light....

Poet by situation

        &

not by birth.

THE LAST WISH

If I die would you care?

If I ask would you share?

The love in your heart,

The role of your part,

To see me off last,

To bun me off fast,

Into ashes that rise,

Into soul not wise.

My last wish you keep,

Please don’t ever weep,

For my unworthy soul,

Worst than a heap mole,

That has no sight,

And lacks all might,

To live the failed life,

So I commit suicide.

I AM NOTHING WITHOUT YOU ALL

I am eighteen years old now,

I do not know, I reached this age now,

Actually I do not remember much of childhood,

Just years rolled me up near my adulthood,

But it became possible only due to my parents grooming,

Else I would find myself as a vagabond carelessly roaming,

With uncombed dirty hair and reckless speech,

And body parts would have cried unattended with twitch,

I am not like it now, but much much better,

Appearance and looks are now much smarter…..

I learn from dad’s memories about me, a small kid,

Who had to be told stories and warmly hand fed?

Dad says,” When you learned walking you were a bony thin small boy,

Not much better than a wooden stick toy.”

But now when I see myself in the old mirror,

I cannot believe him as now I am a broad huge terror,

Everyone says my thinness made dad sad,

And he fed lots of protein to make me the present lad,

Now I am fat and reached his 5’9 height,

But still I am not allowed out somewhere at night……..

I learn from mom’s memories about me, a small kid,

And she was unable to find any naughtiness I did,

She says,” When you were a child, you were not so talkative,

Your sweetness was like one sleepless patient’s sedative.”

But now when I talk to one self,

I notice the person calling out for some help,

Mom got complaints for me as there seemed no light,

But now complaints gather, for me causing useless fight,

In my past though I wasn't so violent,

Yet got scoldings for staying silent…..

I learn from Granny’s memories about me, a small kid,

When I used to help her in picking pea seed,

She says, “You were too weak to walk,

And very shy to look up and talk .”

But now how do I believe that fact,

As I walk and talk in a tone of drama act,

Granny had to hear how foolish I was,

But she loved me proudly for the grandchild she has,

Now I am loved and patted like I am small,

But Granny “Now I am big, broad and tall………”

I learn from madam’s memories about me, a small kid,

When I didn't knew how to open a bottle’s lid,

She says, “I remember the small fatty coming with school bag,

Who didn't knew one should wear dress tearing its tag.”

But now how can I believe her saying,

As now I am huge tall boy always party playing,

She had to hear complaints for me not studying,

And me kept sitting to any question with head nodding,

Still now she thinks me to be all the same,

But Ma’am,”I am changed and smart with the old frame…….”

I hear from Uncle’s mouth about me, a small kid,

When I kept Bengali syllabi for the year’s mid,

He said, “Bengali is the easiest subject,

Study by heart to make the book the lightest object...”

But hard to believe that Bengali was my fear,

As Bengali poems are now my only loving dear,

He used to suffer my erotic Bengali pronunciation,

Uncle, “I understand now what harm I caused in base.

But now trying hard to catch up the Bengali chase….”

I learn from my heart’s memories about myself, a small kid,

When I used to watch excitedly the “Discovery Squid”,

My heart cried, “They are amazing and beautiful,

But I cannot reach them as I lack talent.”

But how to believe my own heart,

As now I am studying them in the Zoology part,

My heart suffered solely depression and demoralization,

And I so dumb then, knew nothing about improvisation,

But now my heart is stable and ambitious,

Aiming high to reach the top and enjoy food delicious…..

Actually these six people are my support pillars,

So I care damn about the bitches, heart killers,

I am better than I was in the past,

And dream big to explore the world so vast,

I need not have to worry a bit,

I have prepared myself for any outfit,

My sole intention of writing this piece,

Is to respect the caring & loving hearts like these,

I have no words for you all to speak,

I am very grateful to you all for not letting me fall weak…..

@Poet by situation

&

Not by birth….

MOTHER NATURE AND US

Dreadful nights are long over,
Nature has turned a lot sober,
After the devastating flood,
That claimed a lot of blood..
With us helping each other,
No one now has to bother,
About catastrophes in future,
As we will again nurture.
The dreams that got shattered,
The rains that washed away pattered,
Amidst the sorrow world up there,
We will create a world in here,
Where heart would be so pure,
Mother nature can have a cure...

Poet by Situation
          &
Not by Birth...

Published in http://highonpoems.com/13765/english-poems/short-poem/mother-nature-us