Sunday, October 4, 2009

Dispossessed

It slips away
Every time

I'm touched
I'm caressed
I give in
I drown
I'm shaken
I'm possessed
I gasp
Helpless
Speechless
Every time

Beyond grasp
Beautiful and pure
Untouched
By greed
By filth
By me
It slips away
Every time
I think I possess it.
© 2009 Rituparna Das

Saturday, October 3, 2009

The light

I have seen the light
Once again
Suspended
Between nothingness
And everything
Far and untouched
Near and engulfing
White and pure
The only pain
The only cure

I am burnt
Nonetheless.

© 2009 Rituparna Das