Repose

IMG_20180622_211016_271I saw you in a quiet corner,
Away from the music, away from the laughter.
I walked up to you and asked
If it was Nietzsche on your mind,
For that’s the you I had known all along-
All nihilistic and dry.
But to my surprise, “A bit of Neruda,” was your reply.
I asked, “So, tonight you can write the saddest lines?
And I knew you could, when you looked away and smiled.
And there, away from the music, away from the laughter,
I found my repose, a calming shelter.
Let me have the burden of pretentious happiness off my shoulders,
I won’t let my reality lean on lies any longer.
Tonight I need no wisdom.
I need no reason for my being.
Let me just look into your eyes
And find a moment’s peace,
For, love, this world is a bit too loud for me.
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Hate

 

IMG_20180608_165241Hate- it was walking on the street where I lived,
Burning down houses, lynching the lives out of innocent beings.
Hate- I watched it from my window,
Insane, illogical, defying reason, killing hope.
I watched its mad dance from my window,
But my walls, you see, were strong so I had no fear.
We did talk about it on the dinner table,
Over exotic dishes, over imported wine,
And our doors were strong, so why fear?
Little did we care, who killed whom,
Neither cared to understand humans were dying,
Humans made of the same chemicals as us.
But little did we know,
Hate- it percolates through the sturdiest of walls,
Hate- it trembles beneath the bones of the friendliest ones,
So, before we knew, hate seeped in through our sturdy door,
For a while we thought what could it possibly do to us,
We, who only watched silently as it set things ablaze,
Who never stepped out of our houses, or asked it to stop,
Why then would it harm us, as innocent as we are?
But hate, you see, knew no reason.
Hate- it didn’t care about our past or our future,
Hate doesn’t want to know where you’re from or where you’re heading.
Hate- it’s on a killing spree, and there’s no escape.
I’m crying now, I’m begging, pleading, in the tongue of my own,
But hate- it’s deaf, I should’ve known.
I’m suffocating in its fumes now, my house is ablaze.
And very soon my ashes will merge with the others’,
The ones I never tried to save.

NEVER LOVED HER AT ALL

Have you ever tried to walk into that part of her
Where smiles don’t reach
And from where tears don’t fall?
That corner where strangers are remembered,
Kindness is treasured
And broken pieces are painfully gathered?
Have you loved the infant inside the adult?
The insomniac inside the Kohl-stained eyes?
Did her fears ever make you tremble a little?
And her struggles make you struggle a little?
Did you ever spend a sleepless night
Reminiscing that broken smile?
If her imperfections never defined perfection for you,
Then maybe, just maybe
You never loved her at all.

Because Beauty

(I do not intend to belittle any person, title or event. Just personal feelings. Criticism is welcome.)

I looked at their plastic smiles and choreographed waves
And wondered why they aroused no joy or admiration or enchantment in me,
While the world was celebrating “beauty”
Why was I so incapable of lauding the wonder she promises to be?
But I didn’t have to wonder too long, because it dawned upon me soon.
Because beauty doesn’t depend on scores,
Because a “judgement” doesn’t penetrate the soul.
Because beauty never did and never will have standards,
It need not be recognized with awards.
Because beauty to me will always be
The smile worn while your heart cracked inside your being,
The “I’ll be back soon” whispered at the airport;
The “waiting for you to get back”, even though dinner’s cold.
Because beauty will always be your stretch marks,
Your passions and desires, the pain hidden beneath your scars.
Beauty is your flushed cheek after the first kiss,
Beauty is holding your hand through the crowded streets.
Because beauty is your kindness that warms the heart,
Beauty is all that remains when everything else falls apart.

 

Anwesha Saha

23/11/2017

Silence

A silence, neither melancholy nor angry.
When lies drown you, what fury?
Even the screams within are gagged by disappointment,
After certain spectacles,
Even wrath limps back on weak limbs.

Vigil

In a maze of fear-drenched words,
In a heart of hushed up love,
In a rhymeless poem,
And in a fragile shell,
Lies stagnant and still
A dwindling vigil.

Often forgetting itself,
Often revealing itself;
Stiffening itself against the storms,
Mending the strings already torn,
There it lies stagnant and still
An inane and dwindling vigil.

Looking Back

backI never want to, and yet I look back,

I hate it so, and yet I look back,

I know not what I yearn for, I just keep looking back,

I know not who’s looking ahead, I just look back.

Long forgotten, long forgiven,

All the pictures faded away,

But it’s only me, that keep looking that way.

Well, who’d know my plight,

Who’d know why I decide

To let go of all bans,

And just desperately keep looking back…