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Bhaswati Saha Poem
The moon is half a smile
Peeking through the trees shedding.
The world dwells on small things
And smaller things.
Grief rearranges my guts till i can't feel anymore.
Oh, i love it all,
The vast nothingness
and the darkness that threatens it.
Someone put diamonds in the sky above.
I have been finding patterns and shifting shapes
Listening to cries of hysteria
Sitting on the bylines, ghostly shadows all around,
A deep sigh after a long day.
Here i rest, here i think,
Here i lose my mind, here i run wild,
Here are none and here I am.
I am losing focus,
I have lost count,
Trees still shedding,
I must go to sleep.
Copyright © Bhaswati Saha | Year Posted 2023
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Bhaswati Saha Poem
People, they come and they go,
some like air, can only be felt,
some like thunderstorms, overwhelming,
some like flowers, we pick them up when we like them,
some like November Rain, always unexpected,
some like presents on a Christmas morning,
some like the treasures at the end of another rainbow,
some like watermelons on a summer afternoon,
and then, people, all of them are like strings,
they may leave us but they live with us, in memory,
in our hobbies, in our habits, in our mornings and afternoons, in our evenings and nights, in our Mondays and Sundays,
in our tears and laughter, in us,
cause in us lives a part of us that they have given us.
Copyright © Bhaswati Saha | Year Posted 2022
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Bhaswati Saha Poem
I hope fate allows us to meet again.
I hope I'm a woman at her best then unlike the foolish teenager who didn't believe in miracles.
I hope we'd stumble upon each other like old friends and I hope you would remember my face.
I hope we would laugh upon our younger selves and those awkward conversations. I hope you'd say what you never did. And I'll say I knew it back then.
I hope you'd understand me then like you do now. And I hope we won't have to talk just to prevent the ominous silence.
I'll say I missed you and whatever that we had. I'll say how angry I was when you never reached out. I'll say it was my fault. I'll say I felt the same as you, but time wasn't with me. I'll say I knew I needed you when I shouldn't have. I'll say my silence wasn't the absence of the feeling we had yet never got to share. I'll say I pictured meeting you like this.
I hope you'd smile. Simply.
I hope we'd talk for hours. I hope we'd talk about us.
I hope we'd be content with ourselves then. I hope we'd never forget whoever we may have been to each other.
And at last, I hope we'd be able to walk away with a smile on our faces looking like fools. I hope we'd wish to meet again. And when we do I hope we won't need a word to describe us.
I'll say to the world, "I knew an angel who fixed me."
I hope we'd be each other's unsung poems. I hope our love would burn out unrequited.
I hope I'd live in the pages of your story like a dead flower given by a lover.
Until then.
Copyright © Bhaswati Saha | Year Posted 2021
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