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Best Poems Written by Saswat Mohanty

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I'M a Broken Man

I’m a broken man
don’t know who to trust.
Being a broken man
allows you not to trust.

I’m a broken man
with lots of blood,
bleeding from the heart like a river.
Being a broken man
helps people raft on the red stream
And they don’t give a damn, whether you die in shiver

The moon is the only friend
who acknowledges my tears.
Stars, like a bodyguard
help me fight out my fears.
But sun, sometimes behaves as a foe
for his rays of light,
focuses me to reach my actual height.

Nevertheless, I’m a broken man.
Broken down piece by piece
by the sword, of the goddess of beauty
sharpened up with innocence, cunning ferocity.
Never even cared, if I’m happy or sad,
wouldn’t even matter if I’m alive or dead.

I’m a broken man,
who knows how to fix the glasses.
But, being a broken man,
There comes a why.
Why even bother , rebuilding it.
Everything broken down into bits and pieces.
And so am I.

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Loved Back

Why can't I let you go,
Even the sunshine won't leave anymore.
The moon's ready to make up the supper,
But there is no where you
And neither your flippers.
Since younger days I just had a thought,
That there would be a woman
With whom I've never fought.
I had never run in search of the fragrance of your body,
It's just that, I knew you would be that somebody.
Now please don't question how and why!
Well, the words are not always meant to rhyme
But when stitched together, are just perfectly fine.
I know it's a very awkward chair to position,
But do you have any other reservations?
There's no need to panic, that's totally okay.
It's not your fault that I found you,
But rather failed, 
Being found by you.
It's just that I love you,
But do not deserved to be loved back.

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Not Yet Dead

There is a reason.
There's a reason why 
people come into your life.
Just like leaf on a tree,
which change, as the seasons pass by.

Some stay mere
yet impose strong influence.
Some stay forever
With absolute no existence.
some become thorn
To protect the rose from being plucked.
some spread bitter
To arouse the spartan
who deserves to be remembered.

You are son of the universe,
daughter of the mother land.
Just like all trees and stars
who shade and fade.
yet have the potential 
For the sky to invade.

With all pain that comes across
the feet leading should never stop.
Never get disdained, even for once
to be a shadow of the moon.
As the black is unfurled,
For the stars to be perennial.

This is autumn,
Prepare for more blood to shed.
But believe in your opulence,
For the spring is not yet dead.

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Let Us Talk Like Strangers

Let us talk like strangers,
And clear out the air.
Whatever has happened between us,
Let us forget and not point a chair.

Let us not pinpoint
The mischievous brain of ours,
Who was unsuccessfully successful
In drifting us apart. 

Hi its me Saswat.
That guy, who used to sit behind you
When no one else wanted to.
who just took off late at night,
On the scooter with all his fears,
Just to fulfill your wishes and desires to name a few.

I don’t regret the marks of the belt on my body,
Or the scratches on the scooter which could have turned bloody.
Nevertheless its good to know,
That you are at least reading this, 
Because its been years since you might have even thought of me.

Despite of all the people who were involved,
All those who prayed for us to be apart.
Somehow there’s something, 
Something that’s keeping me alive,
to look at your face and roll a dice.
Gamble with none, betting your fragrance
Hoping to recite this in person,
When you wear your wedding attire.

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Tears

Have you ever wandered about the dew drops,
The dew that falls down from your beautiful eyes,
The drop that clears all your fears from the face.
That very drop 
Is not because you are surrounded by too many, 
But rather there is no one to spare for any.
That drop trying to hide from outside world,
Is not afraid of people seeing it flowing down,
But because it doesn't want to show up for people who value it down.
Let me tell you a story of it.
Deep inside a cave,
There was drop ready to rage.
No matter how many times he fell,
That drop never came up of the well.
No wounds, no stranger, no storm
could boil the water for steam.
Yet there came a girl,
Just beautiful as a pearl.
They passed time together,
For which she gifted him a watch to remember.
One fine day, she vanished in front of him,
He was all blank, but had a whim.
To turn it real,
He went to that very same well.
Water reaching the top of it,
Not a blink, but thinking to forfeit.
In that midst of black cloud
People taunted him for getting out.
No architect showed up, no dams built,
All fishes swimming now full of guilt.
The lake got dried,
His subconscious got bribed.
That river did not flow again,
But the clouds cried and the boy in vain.
Now people trying to dig the lake with a shovel,
sharpened up with disguise, dishonest flannel.
The owner still in search of the fate,
To find that same pearl that would close the gate.
Looking it up with moments they had spent,
That whose key could never be found again.

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She

She is a diamond
Cut into precision with patience
Whose maker needs no appreciation
For they themselves are the lapidary and the raymond.

She remains in a haste
And sprints towards nothingness 
Just like some smoke
Feeling bored, grey and weightless.

She regrets her mistakes 
On falling for the unworthy bidder
Because the unworthy just knows rocks
But, was an incredible flatter.
Though being the owner, 
did not even spend an hour
To cherish the glaze
Of that beautiful haze.

She is a masterpiece,
With splashes of black ink.
It cannot clean itself, although it wants to
So it urges for someone to lend a hand or two.
Remember the words of the saint
For the art is made of cactus,
With a pinch of disdain blood paint.

She is an emerald,
Who is unknown by her rarity.
Well! here I laugh at the stupidity of others
Who perceived her to be some useless rock
Without having utter knowledge of her sanctity.

She is bewildered
Who craves for that someone
Someone who lifts her and takes into the wild
To introduce her with the lake and her reflection
And say “you are just beautiful, you are nothing but perfection”.

I am not sure,
If I’ll ever be able to get a piece of her
Or win the lottery and just preserve her.
But I’ll surely try, try to achieve
Because, she is worth it.
She is that, She is perfect.

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May I

May I? 

May I sit beside you?
Talk to you for sleepless nights
About all the things unsaid 
For the time lost in our silly fights.

May I look in your eyes?
Get lost in those cloudy haze
To a place where no one resides
With the absence of time, I gaze.

May I come close to you?
Wanting to feel your lips
Without removing the contact with your eyes
To feel your warm breath
That ignites my soul and lights up my sky.

May I keep my lips on your forehead?
Kiss it as if it is the last thing,
Beautiful for me in this world.
For there is nothing more I desire
But the two of us.

May I penetrate your soul?
To feel the pain.
So that I can transfer to thyself if not remove it.
For the doer was I.
And to make you feel safe,
So that you never raise a question
About security and fate.

May I take you in my arms?
All night long
And pamper you 
Caressing your hair back to your ears
While touching your cheeks 
And playing with your moles.

May I give you all the blessings I have
For you deserve nothing but the best
For the lady you are 
The soul that you preserve
For the light you are
Which I astonishingly observe.


May I, for one more time
Ask forgiveness
For all the things that I’ve done
For the things that I’ve not done
For not being there when you needed me the most.
For not being myself when I should have been.

Sorry.

May I be shameless?
Shameless in asking
“May I please, have your hands ?” 
A hand to kiss forever
A hand to ask your father.
A hand that holds me forever 
In the light and dark
A hand that my hands long 
To set this beautiful journey
And create our own world apart.

May I?

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Take That Time

Take that time!

Take that time.
To slow things down.
When you feel it's not meant to go that fast.
When you feel should not speak so often.
When you feel that you want to absorb the energy first.
When you feel to just, slow down a bit.
Take that time.

Take that time 
To watch and observe.
When you feel everything is vivid.
When you feel there is something far and beyond.
When you feel you should, just, sit down and see the inner world,
For the outer world neither feels important nor seems interesting anymore.
Take that time.

Take that time 
To break free
When you feel lost in this hassle.
When you don’t want to be or do what others decide of you.
When you want to rebel around till you find your purpose,
And do the things that you feel are meant for you and only you
Take that time.

Take that time
To release yourself from all shackles.
When you feel you could have saved someone but didn’t,
When you could have appreciated someone but didn’t.
When you feel you could have loved her without being sore,
When you feel you should die a little less and live a little more.
Take that time.
Take that time.