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I read a poem today,

Through teardrops,

And a tiny smile,

Lurking somewhere

Around the corner 

Of my consciousness.

You would have loved it,

I know,

Somehow.

Another cluster of moments,

Another web of emotions,

Another day,

My entire life,

Thus, 

Remains

Unshared with you,

Forever.

© 2009 Rituparna Das

Futility

I know,

I realize,

The futility.

Yet,

The stunning red ball

Of a sun,

On a rare early morning of mine,

A yellow hazy moon,

On a starless cloudy night,

A brilliant rainbow,

Through the greys

Of an evening drizzle,

A poem,

A song,

A dream,

A moment,

I keep collecting,

For you,

For the time when we meet again.

© 2009 Rituparna Das

Like a candle

I burn.

Each day,

Like a candle,

Slowly,

Weakly.

If you have noticed,

The residue burns long,

Steadily,

Before the fire dies,

All of a sudden,

Just like that.

I burn this way in your love,

Each day,

Like a candle,

Slowly,

Weakly.

Will my fate be so, too?

© 2009 Rituparna Das

Happy birthday cutie!

Hooray! Hooray!

My baby turns three today!

We'll get balloons for her,

Since we cannot get her a twinkling star!

She has asked for a nemo cake,

That the baker promised he can make.

She wants  a bicycle that's sturdy and tall,

She can ride it with her friends and all.

Her aunty has sent her a pretty princess dress,

That will lend a glow to her cute dimpled face.

In the evening we will have a great party,

All wishing her a life that's hale and hearty.

She will blow the candles with all her might,

In darkness may she always find a light.

She is our little princess and we love her so much,

She enchants our lives with her magic touch.

Thank you note

The end.

As you said.

I'll leave.

Before that,

Lest I forget,

Thank you,

For a lifetime of hurt.

© 2009 Rituparna Das

Identity crisis

Someone asked my name today,

I fumbled,

I could only remember yours.

I search the mirror everyday,

For a glimpse of myself,

To find your face twinkling,

In my tired eyes.

At the end of the day,

When I set out for home,

I often find myself 

Beneath that gulmohar tree,

Mocking me with it's fiery red,

As it gently touches your window sill.

I try to relive all those days,

Spent with you,

In love,

In a daze,

But alas,

Where are they?

I stand knee deep here today,

Drowning,

Inch by inch,

Beyond rescue,

In a lifetime of hurt,

And in you.

© 2009 Rituparna Das

Blissfully blind

I see the truth,

Clear and drab,

Bluish black,

Or blackish blue.

Sometimes even grey.

I'd rather be blind!

I dwell in pretension,

I prefer instead,

A vivid kaleidoscope,

Of perhaps,

Perhaps not,

I should,

Or should I?

Never sure,

Possibilities galore.

Ignorance,

Such bliss.

I'd rather be blind!

© 2009 Rituparna Das

The misplaced parcel

The bundle was delivered,

The address was wrong,

To apprehensive receivers,

There was no joy, no song.

The wait was long, the other side,

The search was getting intense,

A silent cry for the lost parcel,

Lurked in the emptiness.

The one who dwells up above,

The sender, the mischief-maker,

Moved by the apparent plight of both sides,

Realized the joke has gone too far.

So he set out in full vigour,

To correct everything that went wrong,

He even sent down a few angels to help,

So that it doesn't take too long.

Everything fell into place after that,

And the rest is forgotten history,

I search my baby's eyes each day,

No mistakes, she's been sent just for me.

© 2009 Rituparna Das

Afflictions

Conked brains,

Nothingness,

Blink,

Blank,

Black.

Chained heart,

Grown apart,

Crack,

Crush,

Cold.

© 2009 Rituparna Das

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Sun drops and moon beams,

Fill my days and nights,

The rain doesn't play a spoiler, either,

Teardrops from heaven I say,

Crying myself dry. 

Oh romance and it's tomfoolery!

© 2009 Rituparna Das

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I am at the edge of reasons,

I see you on the other side,

Do me a favour,

Please don't give me your hand.

© 2009 Rituparna Das

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Love and it's misfortunes,

Such bittersweet intoxication.

I need a cure.

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I'll not love again,

Not after you.

Oh, this wait is endless.

© 2009 Rituparna Das

Antithesis

This silence screams,

Speak,

Before I go deaf.

© 2009 Rituparna Das

To the unknown soldier

I walk amidst the flowers,

That bloom every spring,

The scented wind on my face,

And my eyes start to sting.

You walk amidst a shower,

Of bullets, every starless night,

Brave and tall you stand defending,

Everything that is right.

My nights here are neverending,

I count the stars and search the moon,

For a trace of your forgotten face,

Hopelessly hoping to see you soon.

You are fighting a secret war,

Your days are a hidden haze,

When will peace descend my soldier,

Over your troubled gaze?

We will hold hands then,

Laughing and crying together,

You will string flowers in my hair,

While I tickle you with a feather.

We will bury the bullets forever,

To grow white blossoms every spring,

Your gentle eyes would kiss my face,

And my eyes will start to sting.

© 2009 Rituparna Das

Strangeness, thy name is love

The tears,

That were once so precious,

Are being laughed at today,

The lips,

That once showered tender kisses,

Wear a scorn everyday.

I have sealed my lips,

And shut my eyes,

Go find other victims.

© 2009 Rituparna Das