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Soumyadeep Kanji Poem
I am a cheap pen, living
In your pencil box, which you keep unlocked
So that someone steals, cause a new one rocks
I have been, used to write letters that you didn’t mean
Your ignorance is not a hidden thing
Call me a link/linc between God and human beings
As I write lies, which are truly seen/sin
As truth, I put dots on a paper
Still you love the costly pens,
You honor them as your savior
Clever, the way you favour
The one with a branded name on it, remember
When you bought a new one from open market
By exchange of words, I was, brokenhearted
Day by day it turned out to be a growing burden
Knowing I am unwanted
Throwing up on a book, I vomit, ink comes out
Before he died, did Lincoln shout?
No he died, with a dream living in the pocket of his coat
A pen to represent him, present in presidential quote
So I write, knowing that no one will go through my note
My paper floats like a boat, frightened boat
On my tears, all these years, all of this enlightened road
Full of water and mud, what else you want?
Will write till my ink dries and nibs get blunt
But someone takes credit of what I write, I am not a born fighter
I am a mechanical ghostwriter
I could, make the world look, more brighter
Copyright © Soumyadeep Kanji | Year Posted 2015
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Soumyadeep Kanji Poem
Hey I wrote a sonnet. The subject is the agony of leaving behind friends after tenth grade,cause i am leaving tenth grade this year.Its my first sonnet,tell me how is it Rate it out of ten
Few months, till we become unknown strangers
Like a book is unknown to a hoodlum
Memories raise their hand like front benchers
Tears in my eyes should come
Bouncing from department to department
Traveler of a new path like a water droplet
Can’t sail much longer, old river ends
Some notes of love, some of hate
Still for something good something is bad
We will make new friends for sure
Leaving behind the best time we have had
For a life, a boring braggadocio
You may meet each other in your sphere
Remind you, Kanji won’t be there
Copyright © Soumyadeep Kanji | Year Posted 2015
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Soumyadeep Kanji Poem
Somewhere between increasing size of the uniform
Maturity kicked in, and I grew up, mom
Molded to be different than the peers I grew among
If I were to, meet my child avatar, how I would be viewing him?
Changing every new annum, always was a unique kid
Sketching maps on living room, waltz with naval fleet
Dad wishing for a miniature of the neighbor's son
Planned
A spaceship to land on lands I never seen
Walk up to the random human like, "hey person
Why are you aiming your bow at that tree stem?
Which has been shot million times from an inch distance"
Used to scratch codes while I get my quarter back
Running with no goal, a referee in a soccer match
Watching television, used to stop for ads
To find a cheap way to get to America while I still operate
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Teleporting through a U tube, a chemical ruin
To somewhere, where they don't ask how they just ask 'when'?
Where they tell the truth when asked how they are doing
Religiously peaceful while the beef's stewing
Where love's marketed as branded
Not a highway to hell for your hippy grand kid
Where college is sweet and candied
Not a trainee residence for mid life crisis
Where a little bit of alcohol is not youthful devilry
Where feminine coconuts aren't censored for some cable tree
Where my mondays can't foretell my tuesdays
Where my funeral will not be like my forefather's, before new faces
I keep warning you, but you are like Eustace
Keep the status quo, yeah, my voyage will cost you a huge sum
But I will be happy, yes mom, yes, yes
I love you like weekends, but I live because of the weekdays
Copyright © Soumyadeep Kanji | Year Posted 2016
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Soumyadeep Kanji Poem
I am a tree,still talking like a loudmouth
When no one is around, I silently shout
Understand that I am a den of pessimism
Fantasizing, dreaming of fresh prison
Let’s see who remains to listen
How many left? Seven? I am guessing
Life is sweet and deceiving, it’s a female vocal
Time is fluid and slipping, even so called
Friends are deceiving, I remain local
But the pollution is everywhere, heaven’s slogan
Want to kill myself, face the final judgement
Still I am attached with roots of attachment
Earth is a king size dust bin
Just then
I thought who the hell cares?
To think about earth’s welfare
Skies full of smoke, humans don’t play fair
Consume, till you walk around with grey hair
Skies full of smoke, hearts full of pain
If you think you are alright, you need to think again
Ride around in cars, and you prefer
To crush people who thought footpath should be safer
And how clever
You promote a slogan, “this world is your”
To skip responsibility, you are pure
Water, you take the shape of the container
My earth? Not your, you are late dinner
Difficult to digest, I insist, read the norm
Don’t come out of burning hell or ground, you still warm (worm)
My dear, where are you from?
Where do you live? Mars or Venus?
Is taking care of family a big menace?
Copyright © Soumyadeep Kanji | Year Posted 2015
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