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Rijuta Ghosh Poem
The fire in my heart burns brighter
Every night when the cricket chirp
And I fear it will blaze me down.
My whole life turns to ashes.
The passion inside of me is cannabis.
My love for you is ever increasing,
And I fear it will sustain.
My mind sees the face of you,
Trying to look for certainty.
My heart hears a thousand drum rolls
Yet it knows it is a jeremiad.
I fail to comprehend my perseverance
Of how can I do so much more?
Continuance in a state of grace to the end,
Leading to eternal salvation.
Is it you I search in you, or
Is it just me?
Your love has corrupted my heart,
Or was it my love that destroyed me.
Night when I still can't scream,
My soul transcends immensely
Into the darkness, I pull myself,
Looking for your reflection,
I am stuck in a well.
Flames and fire is oozing out,
Making my heart colder.
None of the whiskeys or smoke,
Could let go of you.
All your blames and pretension,
When stab me and choke me,
All I look for is your heart,
Which I named home.
My life lacks rhyme and rhythm
Without you is void,
You have brought me to this
Eternal turmoil,
I wish I could just end.
Take away all your pain and love,
It gets harder day by day
While you live, you leave me to decay.
One day I dream, the pain will end
And I can only hate,
But until then when my heart gets pierced by your thorny cage of love,
All my dismay smiles at my fate.
Copyright © Rijuta Ghosh | Year Posted 2017
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Rijuta Ghosh Poem
I can't sleep from light even at early dawn
While winds throw my fringe to the other side,
I lay open-eyed at the starry skies,
Wishing to smell the emptiness while am gone.
I sense my dreams in a far away land,
Soaring away with the clouds which are now at a hand
People who have gone have never returned,
For the road that takes there doesn’t come back
My sleep have gone with a tinge of light
For dreams are not what you see when you dream
Dreams are those which doesn’t let you dream
For sleep are slumbers which doesn't let you dream.
I slept somewhere in an open field,
With pillows of hay, where dreams yield
Now when I turn my head right
I see those clouds towards the bright.
Stars and moons on my left,
A rising sun on my right
In the middle when I lay at night
Confiscated by the moonbeam daylight.
For the moon takes light from the sun,
My clouds gonna reach there soon
Definitely for the better ‘soon’
Towards that side as fast I run.
I will bring light for my moon,
For I leave behind a lot of gloom
My stars, my field, and my sleeps
Turning back while I run as fast,
I would see my past peeps.
I raise my hands to testify,
In a hope, I droop,
You would be there until the end,
For You have shown the path where my life amend.
Together we will show the world,
Putting in heart my sleeping dreams
With starry skies and the moon above
I still chased the sunbeams.
Copyright © Rijuta Ghosh | Year Posted 2017
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Rijuta Ghosh Poem
And one day they will perish
With dried, hollow sockets
And there will be no more of them.
No more will the soul scream
From the thorny cage.
One day they will be free
And no more will their hands wipe
Their flushed cheeks at midnight.
One day the light will enter the chink,
Not to 'show' them,
But of what they have become.
It will take them away.
When in the darkest labyrinths of the dark,
Their dreams inebriated,
Their fears scream
The fear would win.
None hears the piercing screams,
Nothing echoes, save their mind.
But one day they won't be here
To hold each other.
Every day it is the same, they fear
For they are lost in the thoroughfare.
Who they are they don’t know
For their lives borne them this burden.
In the silent realms of the night
They lay open-eyed, confiscated.
But not in love.
By the lack of it.
The pillow would have dried by the morning.
It is not the morning they wait
It is not the signs they avoid
They both know it is impossible.
Maybe the ‘other’, they wonder.
They hope.
They do hope.
‘One day.’
When this is all over,
And the nights are not lonely,
They will lie with each other,
With arms wrapped around the warmth.
With pillows of hope and sunshine.
One day for sure they will see.
Another day will pass,
Yet and now they wish they don’t last.
For they wish the ‘other’ heard, heed.
Mortified,
The blood drained scream their darkness hide.
Copyright © Rijuta Ghosh | Year Posted 2017
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