Love

I had a cat once ,
Seems, not so long ago,
She's gone now,
And I miss her so.
She was mostly white,
With patches of brown and black,
Had the most greenest eyes,
Curiousity, it didn't lack.
I still remember,
How her tiny pink nose,
Nuzzled against me,
In mornings as I rose.
There were also times,
When she viciously scratched me,
How easily I forgave,
And let her be.
I was blindly in love ,
And I let her rule ,
She was my baby ,
But I never felt like a fool.
I never doubted her love,
She was always there,
The deep bond that we shared,
Even, lost time could not sever.
This love was so simple,
There were no expectations,
We were there for each other,
Never looking for reasons.
It seemed stupid to most people,
I was mostly laughed at,
But she was my dearest mate,
Inspite of all that.
I have loved humans too,
They always fell short,
The joy of being loved back,
Only this little kitty taught.
© 2009 Rituparna Das

The lost world

Long time ago,
Back when I was still a child,
The sky was then limitless,
And the trees a little more green.
I often wandered barefoot,
Without so much care.
That the grass smells different,
At the wee hours of the night,
It was then that I learnt this ,
And I still remember.
How the first raindrop of the season,
Tastes a bit like rust,
I used to wait every year,
It still lingers in my blood.
The smell of sunlight,
On a winter afternoon,
How I hugged it close to me,
And buried my nose,
In the sundried, clean, crisp,
Freshly washed clothes.
I had my troubles then,
As life is always tough,
But nature took over it all,
And made them seem alright.
I live in a city now,
And quite like it so ,
But my sky has become smaller,
And trees have a greyish coat,
Sunlight is still as bright,
But it has no fragrance ,
It still rains as you know,
But my tastes have changed,
My troubles have become larger,
Than the city itself.
© 2009 Rituparna Das

The decision

I am too old now ,
I don't really need this ,
My heart didn't obey ,
And lost its peace.

I am too old now ,
But it's not too late ,
This soul can still be salvaged,
From a doomed fate.

I am too old now ,
But I'll not give up,
Today is a new beginning ,
On failures, I'll not harp.

I am too old now ,
And I'll take a little longer ,
To soak in the wisdom ,
To become a little stronger.

I am too old now ,
And I know the time has come,
I 'll have to decide today ,
What I want my life to become.
© 2009 Rituparna Das

Life

There's a tiny speck of hope,
That's still buried deep within me,
It sustains me from day to day,
And helps me to see,

That there's a brighter side,
To everything dark and sinister,
However impossible it seems today,
Things will someday get easier.

I hold on tightly to this idea,
And let myself believe,
One day I'll gather all the sweetness,
Having passed through this life size sieve.
© 2009 Rituparna Das

The key

Is there a potion,
That eases a heartache,
Please someone tell me,
How to mend this wreck.

I am desperate you know,
I can hardly breathe,
This pain is choking me,
Dark troubles inside me seethe.

I want to recover,
But don't want to forget,
Oh what dilemma this is,
I suffer yet don't regret.

It might seem I'm enjoying this pain,
That's slowly ruining me,
How can I tell anyone,
Only you possess the key,

To my heart and soul,
And all my happiness.
Now that you have lost the key,
I'm doomed for life, well, more or less.
© 2009 Rituparna Das

Mind games

Wish I was a mind reader
With a fine acumen,
Then I would read yours
But ignorance feign.

I would play games then
As you always do,
You'd try hard to please me
And I'd look through.
© 2009 Rituparna Das

A special day

On such few days,
Which are so rare and special,
Lost in the crowd,
Of known and not so dear people,
I feel I am alone,
Like a aimless driftwood,
Bobbing in the sea of vagueness,
of should I, or I should.
This guessing game is killing me.
You have never tried to hide,
I have seen it in your eyes, or have I?
I don't ask, and let my pride,
Supersede a love,
That's slowly turning me mad,
Yet, I want so little,
And that's what makes me so sad,
All I wanted was to see you,
I am denied that privilege,
Who knows why, for what fault of mine,
A trapped bird, this life a cage,
Every tiny particle,
Conspiring against me,
I've resigned to the fact,
I'm not meant to be free.
There is no love, perhaps,
This idea is just an illusion,
So on this special day,
I am wishing for a blinded vision,
I don't want to dream, set me free,
I don't want to dream, let me be.
© 2009 Rituparna Das