Long Gone are the Days of Nescience
Long gone are the days of nescience,
Since you gripped me-
Much thoughtful I, feel my new verve.
Since I put my trust in you
Not any charm can beguile me.
Not any harm causes my grief-
No disaster poses a threat to me.
Although You, even after being alienated
Haven't yet abandoned us still
Neither you feel anything like melancholy,
Nor you set everything ablaze.
That fondness you wholly possess
Pour me with eternal love.
For I ask only your love, and
The ability to love you in all.
Loneliness
Loneliness, you are so oft
Mistakenly thought as a woe!
Gradually you make sure
All happiness go.
Is that true, at all, love?
Hope not, I pray.
Are you so mischievous
As the people say?
I don't think you're so bad
Not even a shred.
Masses judge your exterior
As it is so frayed!
Like a Brutish Beast
Like a brutish beast, when worst of time
Gathers the misery with some gloom
Slow to stop like grannie's loom
Nowhere senses presently chime
My breaths revolt like never again
Will they work for my living
Filth pours the air all around
In short, doom is here abound.
Broken down self-consciousness
There is nothing to be said
What do you know what occurred
All the opposite true of all
Nothing more than mortal Me
Can there exist, stay, be.
Disparaging This Own Self
Disparaging this own self
So far, I setback your faith
Redemption is now far off my grasp.
Constantly my yearn for you
Fails to serve justice itself.
Why then I dare go for you,
Other than the lenience you show
Towards this ruined piece of deuce?
Your mercy makes the life fed;
Shouldering the burden you do
Make my wrongs appear so light!
Condonation should be your precise alias.
In my mind I have thought of this
In my mind I have thought of this,
Have to tell you, yet I hesitate.
I have things in my thoughts-
For your ears only.
Can’t decide if I should approach
Do you think I should?
I might be babbling a lot- forgive if I do!
Flabbergasted hearing this? Listen to me please,
I myself am bemused, how even I say!
What is hanging on our fate, do you know, love?
Oblivious Supreme’s play this.
Will we live any more than that may let us do-
Any more than tiniest part of this short role?
Not so sure! Fiddling we are,
Never could have loved each other truly!
Just once more, for this last once
Let my love, come both of us close;
Let’s make these cascades our stairs
Let us write sweetest odes, from this very prose.
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I may or may not become (one day) somebody,
But, certainly nobody to none.
All unfelt, not unlike Abrahamic God,
Singly being one static stone- beneath a flowing stream
Placid, drowned, subtle as ever;
Other than that, still, I'm of none.
I'm not even an offspring of a fair soul,
There's no affectionate motherly embrace
For an eternity.
Always been unaware of brotherly love, and,
Unknown to any well-wisher.
I am, again, no one to none.
I might as well until death
Will be seeking a piece of love.
Where could be just a little hut-
Could be one Banalata Sen, gently tranquil.
Even that is too much to ask for-
For myself, for now, and ever!
Grouses, fatigues, curses and endless distrust
So much I throw at myself
Yet I do live, in a very unflattering ungodly way.
Can't recollect previous birth's sins,
Can't tell if I've been reborn again or not
By the virtue of my misfortune
I'm not worthy of those things.
"I'm no one to all
And someone to none,
An edifice of void,
Half of which's till undone!
Cannot be sensed and can never be traced,
Can never be doomed, I, cannot be graced,
I, an eternal poem though..."
Oh love, that drives us through life's uncertain ways,
A beacon bright that dispels our doubts and fears away.
With gentle touch, it lifts our spirits, soars and soothes,
A never-ending source of hope, and comfort, and truth.
And though life's journey may be long, with twists and turns ahead,
Our love, a steadfast flame, will light our way until the end.
For it is love that gives us strength to brave each trial and strife,
And hope to carry on, and joy and peace to last our life.
So let us cherish love, and hold it close within our hearts,
And feel its warmth and beauty, as it plays its loving parts.
For love is what we need, to help us reach our brighter days,
And guide us through life's journey, with its hope and joy and grace.
Fragile my mind is so very much that
Concealing my selfish desire -
Becoming a necessity indeed .
As I step towards the great rubbles ,
Ambiguous dreams come forward
Blocking all rubbish inception .
My resume definitely needs a restart
I'm doomed ,in a place tremendously dire.
Don't I know what is written upon the eyelid ?
When the heart jumps like the bubbles
Erasing the pardon's conception
I never gave it a thought how much you are
What you are , how much gone far !
Need to let you know , just the little fact
Forgive me, allow my heart be just intact ...
Blinking stars , lustre of life
Earthly creatures ,we imitate
We see those and we make light
Nothing we find that does sate
We never stop and we never stoop
See we never bait at any stage
We make groups to fight a group
Omnivorous such is our rage .
Life,
Swiftly flows; off the sure cessation
And directly towards the demise.
Never does it stop
Never does even prophecise
About it's essential wreck,
Never does it singularly points out even
What it means to be living,
What it means to be animated.
Life, it does some peculiar things-
Just alike being aloft, above everything,
Maybe rightfully, places it's own position.
And these US, poor beings,
We so often think-
We are just unending source of that life
Which make us question even our existence.
Can't I be some more of 'us',
Than this only me and mine?
Why am I this selfish self?
What am I now over time!
Why am I so self-centred,
Overlooking all love and care?
All my fault these ruthlessness
Nothing there is to compare.