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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

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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…

I Feel

A poem written after a long-long time, written in one of those moments when I come out of myself…

I feel like the cloud, grey with sorrow,

Heavy with tears, but doesn’t pour;

Who steps aside and lets the sun glow,

Who disappoints the rivers, oceans and more.

 

I feel like the child, bubbling with glee,

Under a scorching sun, yet set free;

Who prays for goodness in abundance,

Who suffers many a times for his ignorance.

 

I feel like the dust, rolling in the desert,

Going hither and thither without any effort;

Who’s trampled unseen and unknown,

Whose absence won’t even be mourned.

 

I feel like every other person, standing near me,

A heart to feel, a mind to think, and eyes to see;

Who dutifully carries along with life,

Who searches for the answers he’ll never find.

 

An Announcement

This is for all my readers and followers.

Having contemplated certain aspects of blogging which I hadn’t earlier, I have decided to bring about certain changes in my blog. Of course, it will require a considerable amount of time. I hope I can still live up to your expectations with my works. Please continue visiting, as you know how important your support is for me. The address to the blog remains the same, of course.

Thank you. 🙂

A Bit Beyond

As another year steps in, and once again we pretend to prepare ourselves for a ‘new beginning’, to revive ourselves, reform ourselves and accomplish all that we couldn’t, just because the earth has completed one revolution round the sun and will start another, I just want to share a thought, a message, maybe or rather something to ponder about and execute if at all it makes some impact.

All things on the surface,

All emotions on the outside,

All words just as traced,

All shown, nothing to hide-

Could that ever be?

Is that how it is?

 

All pain may not be pain indeed,

Maybe some unnamed joy underneath.

All joy may not be joy indeed,

Maybe some aching secret deep within.

Could that ever be?

Is that how it is?

 

Is life really not what it seems?

Is an illusion the food for our beliefs?

Failing forever to probe within,

Are we forever dangling with blind conceit?

Is there amongst all men, some other bond,

Which we’d probably find, if we looked a bit beyond?