The Open Book

Sparkling waves come dancing more,
Blending into the sand-lit shore
While sun creeps back to its divine abode
Illuminating heavens on its way back home.

There lies on the coast an open book;
And as dusk dawns slowly in each corner and nook,
Its empty pages, like an empty soul
Seeks to fill itself, to be whole.

Thus amidst the vivifying hues,
It searches for its only Muse,
Who would sing the mildest melody
Rousing the soul to tranquillity.

Breezes blow, effacing the shackles
Of life and its ruins and unheard crackles.
Day goes to sleep as Sun bids adieu,
Soul finds itself in the mesmerising view.

The pages are empty no more,
Soul has so much to pour.
But only till it begins to rain;
'Cause tomorrow morning it will be empty again...

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It's Raining Outside

 It’s raining outside...

It’s raining outside,

The heat is somewhat out of town,

Or perhaps the sky’s so burned up,

That to tears it has melted down.

The Drop that drops to calm this ground,

Falls and falsely turns around,

Hiding pangs of hidden anxiety,

Showers smiles on smiling Duty…

Wonder grasps the wonderful moment.

Surprise gets the best surprise.

Meaning finds it’s only meant

To beautify the Beauty’s eyes.

But Truth now fails to term it right--

The sky that cried to quench all plight.

Instead, it only kept burning more,

Wounded deep into the core;

Healing mass, making them smile,

But scorched inside like a girl docile.

It smiles with so much pain inside

Then how can it be bona fide?

It quenches thirst, wipes out Dry,

But why not smiling, why just cry?

Isn’t it unfair to call it right?

Why should it be fighting all night;

Only to show that it is fine,

Wake up good and work and shine?

Everything quietens all around.

No one answers, no more sound.

Trees keep dancing, flowers bloom

                     Surrounded by a cheerful gloom.

It’s still raining outside,

The heat is quite out of town,

Or perhaps She is so burned up

That silently She waits to drown.

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[Pictures from Google]

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]

A Rain-Drenched Evening and Me...

Strolling along the roaring sea,

The winds streaming across my face,

I see the twin stars watching me

And also following my pace.

I think I hear some Angel groan,

Building, breaking all around;

Till she melts in silent tears,

Silent drops on ground.

Beats and taps on empty ground,

The rain-drenched evening filling me

With passions that my heart is bound

Now to finally set free.

I set them free to my heart's delight.

The rain-drenched evening kiss my sight

To pour my heart on a blank, white ground,

From whence I have now myself found.