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Kolkata, West Bengal, India
The Wounded Healer...

I Still Waited...

I still waited when I was told to leave.
I still waited when nothing was left to receive.
I still waited when some laughed at me, some pitied.
I still waited when I was advised to recede.
I still waited when they told me to move on.
I still waited when all of them were gone.
I still waited even when I was called a fool.
I still waited by breaking every rule.

They told me I was gravely mistaken,
That you were ne'er returning again.
I smiled at their ignorance, I trusted my heart.
It said you’d come back and never again depart.
So what if I’m dying, my youth and beauty fading?

I've waited since ages and I will still keep waiting

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Its not the last time…

Cannot say how now I feel,
Cannot say whether my heart will heal,
But every tear that for you I had shed---
Was an ‘I Love You’, left unsaid.

You had come into my life and then you went away.
Did you spare me a moment to feel the joy or the pain, anyway?
You became a dream for me,
Your eyes had cast a spell;
The spell broke when Doom had cracked 
And I found myself in hell.

Time will unfurl burns from past,
They’ll intrude our lives for sure.
Time will knock my door to save you,
From the very devastating lure.
Time will sing in chorus with rhyme,
That it was never the last time.
Time will return to time the time,
When you will crave to fill the feel your life will lack.
To come back..

Cannot say how now I feel,
Cannot say whether my heart will heal,
But every tear that for you I had shed---
Was really an ‘I Love You’, left unsaid...

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The Silent Voice

The Silent Voice

The Voice that made me smile all day,
Now speaks silently, guiding my way.
The Voice that made me cry all night,
Is keeping quiet with all its might.
The Voice that once had inspired me,
Has now quietened with enough bravery.
The Voice that called me 'Angel My'
Has stopped midway to pacify.

Pacify the life with so many tides.
One Voice, one sound, various sides.
Now it talks to beings unknown
But not to the one it called its own.
Oh how my ears now ache in pain,   
Will I be able to hear him again?  

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[Picture from Google, Edited by Sweta Ghosh]

Near Far

Near- Far

Someone someday hears her sob,
Cornered in a room full o’ mob,
Asks her why she’s so, so sad,
What went wrong, who’s been bad?

She looks up with tearful eyes,
Forcing a smile into her guise,
Says—Im okay, perfectly fine.
I’m only waiting for the one who’s mine”.

Confused, he just helps her stand,
Both in a corner hand in hand.
She can read his questioning gaze,
Wants him answered phase by phase;
Tells him how the one who’s hers
Left her ‘mong a bunch of cheaters.
No one to trust, no one to share,
No one to hug, no one to care…

He asks—“How’ll he come back now?
He seems to have gone forever somehow”.
She smiles back, says--- “He’s not gone.
He’s here with me each dusk and dawn”.
Then why’re you saying that he has left?
Who are you waiting for, haven’t yet slept?

I’m waiting for him who won’t let me wait,
I’m waiting for the one who’s never ever late.
I’m waiting for him to look back my way,
Hold onto him and hear him say---
I’m here as always, baby all is fine,

Shh… don’t cry… My princess, you’re mine…


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A little girl- a gift

I couldn't  help posting this... Though extracted from the famous song "Little Girl" by Enrique, with little modifications, these lines were dedicated to my blog, by the most special person in my life... A sweet but painful surprise in its own way... But I must mention that neither am I getting famous nor am I 'alone'. It's just the bigheartedness (and slightly hard too) of the writer to  think so for which I'm grateful and humbled enough... Thank You as always... :)

A " Little girl" having not much 

To write, although

She writes with a smile

So full of life

But she cries at night

Just trying to hold on.

No one hears her

She's all alone.

That Little girl,

She's all grown up

Oh she's getting famous

She's a big star

Here is a blog 

Where she talks, writes and shares... ...

A little girl I knew ,

Who has now grown up...

Our Magic Moments

Our Magic Moments

The moments we've spent together all these days...
Are just so beautiful...
When I sit n think of them,
I grow wings...
And fly like the dove...
I find peace...
With u
In u
For u...
The moments we'd spent together are Our moments
They are Our treasures...
And no one, not even God can take them away from us...
Those moments are priceless...
They are more than all the riches of the world...
It feels divine, heavenly to have something totally yours...

And we have it...
We have what we can call only ours...
No mine and yours there...
Just ours...

The moments... The magic moments...

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Which one's the Dream?

Sometimes, it's so difficult to keep pace with time... It's not just unpredictable... It's inevitable...
At one moment you fly high, aspiring for the ultimate-- The Dream you'd dreamt,
Living in it...
So much so that you reach a point and shout out loud--
Yes! This is Real!, and Smile...
You smile and close your eyes...
Ecstasy drives you crazy... insane... A Spell is cast...
Joy casts the spell... You feel in Paradise...
Angels hugging and playing with you...
Filling you with what you have always wanted... PEACE...

And then... you open your eyes...
And find dark dungeons ahead...
Filthy insects welcoming you... Laughing at you...

The spell breaks... Doom cracks...
You see everything going down... demolishing...

You ask yourself-- "Am I Dreaming?"

The Answer comes-- " YOU WERE..."

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