Nirvana

The link is lost

The stirrings
Some strong
Some insignificant and small
Don't touch anymore

The sadness is gone
Eyes have run dry
The mighty mind

Has slayed the soul

The turmoil has been becalmed

Hopelessness has brought peace

In the end.

© 2009 Rituparna Das

Freedom Aaj Kaal

A cheesy burp
With every beery gulp
The smoky ring
Of Dunhill
Oh this is life
I love the times
Nothing's a taboo
Everything's fine.

A few dead faces
Crying in despair
Silent, unheard
"This land
So rich with our blood
Flourishing and free
On it
Once again young
Wish we could be

If only
We could be!!!"

© 2009 Rituparna Das

14th August '47

The night sits tired
Heavy and black
Shackled in
Long battled fears
Raw hurt
And humiliation
Slimy
With young blood
Poor
And proud

Awaiting
The dawn

Of freedom.
© 2009 Rituparna Das