Thursday, 2 August 2012

poems ..2

                                                  Quiet evenings...

                                                    The westerly winds breeze past my ears
                                                    The unkempt curtains dangling for the last one year,
                                                     The wings of the fan still rotate above me
                                                     Saying as if “why do you keep looking at me?”
                                                     Last year’s calendar sways left and right
                                                     Trying its level best just to avoid my sight,
                                                     The setting sun hides itself among the chimneys
                                                     Pouring the smell of darkness slowly on my poetry…
                                                   
                                                     Life has changed, so has the colour of my wall
                                                     Countless times have I lifted myself every time I fall
                                                     The smoke and dust keep settling on my belongings
                                                     Pensively I ask myself, what that is forthcoming,
                                                     Hopes and dreams lay beside the daily newspaper
                                                     The hue of great expectations seems to become lesser & lesser...
                                                     Failure has become my honest friend
                                                     My identity mixes with tranquility to form a unique blend,
                                                     So often I ask my luck “what has happened to thee?”
                                                     ……. only after its finished will you come to see!!
                                                   
                                                     The morning sun shines to highlight a new opportunity
                                                     But foolishly I drown myself in the deep waters of anxiety,
                                                     Every step that I take is another mistake for her,
                                                     My state my past becomes impossible for her to decipher.
                                                     Moments and only moments are the things I treasure
                                                     This puzzling life mocks at me what I seek to measure,
                                                     ….nothing is there that will always wish to bind
                                                     I will be out of sight, but never out of your mind….
                                                   
                                                    
                                                    
                                                    Aniket sarkar 

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