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Shrijita Sengupta Poem
Two choices I had, which life served
Fight it or take a flight
Flight was tempting, why else did I have my wings?
Death waits for me on either side, the archers being veterans.
I fly, but not as high
Fear of death burdening my back
I fall to the ground, the easy choice is gone
Death becomes my inevitable fate
Burdensome fear vanishes leaving a sore of my last mistake.
I pick my wings, I sheath myself, this time
To fight the abusive arrows, deliberately hurled
Feathery wings or Iron Shield?
Perception diluting their difference
My wings can be anything I want them to be
Today a shield, tomorrow an Umbrella
Protecting me from the scorching heat of evil thoughts .
Or a Life Boat surviving my inner dark storms.
Or a paint brush painting the empty canvas of my mind with awareness of self.
Copyright © Shrijita Sengupta | Year Posted 2023
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Shrijita Sengupta Poem
You showed me your naked self
But how do I express myself?
Your vulnerability melting my walls
That I built so carefully brick by brick
Let's not give it a name
when we both are in solitude
A name to this very thing that binds us
A name can't suffice it at all
Pushing us into an unbreakable social fetter
Drowning our character
By virtue of which our silences talk
Setting is freee in the prolonged eyelock
When we just look without motive
Speak without words
Without noise of our thoughts
Like Cricket's swords
At that exact moment O beloved,
We love.
We don't expect or secure a place
We just love.
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Shrijita Sengupta Poem
It's here, sitting right beside, laughing away, in its own might.
One won't know of it, as its twin 'Life' won't let one miss its presence at all.
The twin offers a make belief world where loved ones are live and laugh, forever.
It blesses with some people who warms up the heart, merriment and bliss fill the time,
Followed by some clashes or mere drifting apart
before some others entering the heart.
We know they are there and will be forever, we believe it, but life plays its usual tricks.
At moments when we're deeply driven by it, it wants to sleep,
Calls upon its omnipresent kin.
With a blink of an eye, the blessings taken back, all you deserved was this curse.
Death laughing away in its own might.
Trances and illusions fleeting away.
Memories etched in the soul, waving goodbyes behind closed eyes.
Which one was the illusion? Death or Life?
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Shrijita Sengupta Poem
Is it the brink of youth?
That weighs down the soul of mine
Pace of life faster than the Sunlight
Some urge burning me more than its scorching heat
Urge to be seen, be found and rise above all in this war
While Survival itself stands as a question
In midst of the hustle and life
All the heart desires is a companion along
No expectations, just singing a song
Perhaps a lullaby that puts me to sleep
A deep long sleep before the hustle starts again
Leaving behind loneliness as a bargain
Hustle turns the child into an adult
Losing the softness to a warrior's core
I'll thank these days in my tomorrow, they say
I may or may not who knows?
But something fate will never deny
That someone survived the storms
And her hope didn't die...
Copyright © Shrijita Sengupta | Year Posted 2023
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