When the little leaf
With its little dreams,
Swayed with the Wind,
Bidding goodbye to its tree.
Too hopeless, but with vigour
It followed the Wind's direction
Amused with the beauty it sees
The little leaf wishes loudly
To stay with the Wind forever.
Loud wishes reached Wind
And Wind indulged the leaf for a while
But alas! Wind could hold it no more
Thus gave up to the gravity
Of the forlorn situation of leaf.
Within few moments
Shall the leaf reach the ground
Yet the gleeful green entity
Enjoys its journey
Fate couldn't after all deter it!
---K.D. Dec:1, 2014
An untitled poem.
'Its difficult to write'
Screamed my inner self
Slowly did i prod it
Into writing few lines
Forgive my intrusion
Oh dear Chalk & Board
For this amateur attempt
To pour my heart out.
What should I write?
My poetic self asked
Anything that intrigues you
Advised I to the confused mind.
"Its numb and filled with apathy"
Wailed the alter ego
Wailed the alter ego
Rather with unprecedented innocence
Than unfathomable reluctance.
Than unfathomable reluctance.
The sleepy chalk and board
Finally resumed from slumber
Only to intervene
And find out what happened.
"What makes you feel numb?"
Asked the board with pouty lips
Sighed I as my 'self'
Started reiterating the story.
-----26/02.-KD
You will never gonna guess it
"Its an emotion"
Is what i could comprehend
After hours of pondering
And pointless meandering
'But why?' is my question
"How could it be" i exclaimed
Is it plausible or not?
Asked my wiser-self.
You were nothing
You didn't mean anything
Why should i bother
Why should i care
Then comes a little voice
Slowly increasing its pitch
Coming from the darker streets
Of my heart's kingdom
That hatred is better than apathy
For love and hate are just
Are mirror images of each other
One trying to support, other trying to defeat
Apathy is even worse
And i wasn't its prey
But hatred took toll on me
And showed me a different way
And then again i ask
What actually was it that i felt
It blatantly utters-'jealousy'
Why did i feel it? i appallingly asked
Without digressing the voice answers
"'Coz hatred changed its face!"
---Nov. 8 '13
When hands dipped in colors and so gay
When those little fingers painted the paper
Filled with colors was the tatter.
Always dared mother her tantrums
When she got upset with the 'colored' clothes
En-route memory lane
I find myself sitting there
Brooding over the painting
That i just made.
Filled with water colors and water;
It looked so eccentric
Yet so innovative.
I try to convince the little me
That the painting is awesome
That she might never again paint
That she should treasure every moment with the brush.
But she's far from being interested
With my philosophical speech.
And then i transcend back to the present
Where there is a set of pastel crayons
Staring intently at me.
Without any further thought
I grab it with full force
Not caring about the outer world
I start my own creation
Once again i start living
In my world of Pastels and Paint.
I have no idea what's it going to be
But hey, that's how life tells us to be
That you shall never understand, before you experience it
So that the surprise strikes, right at the moment you get it
Ups and Downs i have seen many
Not the object of interest to me
Its the inevitable Change that bothers me
For i never shall know what i'm gonna be
Coping is one thing to endure
And then comes with it-The Acceptance
Now whom should i look up to for consultancy
When the whole world seems to have accepted the Change
I want to fight it, I want to resist
I don't want to rest, till i get over with it
But my gut tells me; its not an easy manoeuvre
Though i fight harder; Change is definitely going to be the winner
The face of Change is cruel to me
But i don't seem to blame the Change for it
Am i a weakling or simply a coward
For i seem to concede myself to defeat
Should i try harder, or should i let it be
This is damn confusing as it had always been
But i want to start fresh and clean
Let the Face of Change change me!
June 9 '13
Finally resumed from slumber
Only to intervene
And find out what happened.
"What makes you feel numb?"
Asked the board with pouty lips
Sighed I as my 'self'
Started reiterating the story.
-----26/02.-KD
STRANGERS
You will never gonna guess it
If they were lovers last summer
You will never gonna guess it
If they used to be perfect for each other
Even they themselves are amazed
How beautifully they are pretending to be strangers!
------------------Mandrika Sarkar
A beautiful morning dawned
As the sun rays cut through the clouds
And the little birds took to their wings
Happily wandering and flying around.
But one was left all alone
Busy pecking at the glass door
Amused I was to see it trying
To break the invincible glass and fly in.
I looked at the Stupid Bird
Strange that it chose to fight
That tough battle which seemed pointless
Instead of flying with the flock.
As i proceed to the industry shop floor
With big unyielding steps through the door
I see another Stupid Bird
Flying around the goblet of smoke
Strange that it made its home here
Amidst the bulky oily machines
And the dark dust that contradicted its color
Yet so cheerful and happy for itself.
As i fall into the pit of my thoughts
Taken aback with the peculiarity of these Stupid Birds
Slowly did it strike to my grey cells
That i too am a Stupid Bird.
Oh dear! I was bewitched with your magic
I find myself drowned in your love
Like a stupid bird fighting with the outer world
And I made your heart my homestead.
Then did I realize that these birds
Exhibited passion and not mere pettiness
And found happiness in weirdest of environs
Just because they belong there; like I, to you my dear!
Stupid Bird
A beautiful morning dawned
As the sun rays cut through the clouds
And the little birds took to their wings
Happily wandering and flying around.
But one was left all alone
Busy pecking at the glass door
Amused I was to see it trying
To break the invincible glass and fly in.
I looked at the Stupid Bird
Strange that it chose to fight
That tough battle which seemed pointless
Instead of flying with the flock.
As i proceed to the industry shop floor
With big unyielding steps through the door
I see another Stupid Bird
Flying around the goblet of smoke
Strange that it made its home here
Amidst the bulky oily machines
And the dark dust that contradicted its color
Yet so cheerful and happy for itself.
As i fall into the pit of my thoughts
Taken aback with the peculiarity of these Stupid Birds
Slowly did it strike to my grey cells
That i too am a Stupid Bird.
Oh dear! I was bewitched with your magic
I find myself drowned in your love
Like a stupid bird fighting with the outer world
And I made your heart my homestead.
Then did I realize that these birds
Exhibited passion and not mere pettiness
And found happiness in weirdest of environs
Just because they belong there; like I, to you my dear!
----May 21
-KD
Walking down again
Through the same lane
Just like the previous day
As the leaves on the trees swayed.
Its different though this time
For the cool breeze plays with her hair
Urging him to tuck those strands back
Her scent was omnipresent
Her blush bright pink
Its the same lane
Yet seemed so different this time
For they found each other
And the road showed a new path
--Apr.30
-KD
I look at those faces and poses
Them untired of the whole focus
Examining every flaw, every detail i show them
Sometimes admiration and other times desperation.
I wonder if my unbiased nature
Ever tried to nurture
The beauty they are born with
And hide the grotesque reality of their worth.
Thousands of faces pass through me
Gawking at me, in a way looking at themselves
Can't help it, since i am a Mirror
And then one day, she came to me.
Different as Bumblebee and Simple as Amoeba
Beautifully crafted hair locks and almost almond shaped eyes
With innocence drawn on face and vigour filled persona
She stared at me, as if she knew my liveliness.
A moment later did i realise
That she almost is a glass with little silver paint
And can be easily looked through
Emotions welled up her face failing from grand concealment.
An infinite images reflected between us
Yet undeterred was she from the pose
The unfathomable depth of her eyes
Challenging everyone sane to muse.
Mentored many a people indirectly did I
Also disposed their vulnerability
But this girl didn't let me do anything
Just the expressionless stare was enough to shook me.
--Jan 30 '14
-KD
The Familiar Lane
Walking down again
Through the same lane
Just like the previous day
As the leaves on the trees swayed.
Its different though this time
For the cool breeze plays with her hair
Urging him to tuck those strands back
Her scent was omnipresent
Her blush bright pink
Its the same lane
Yet seemed so different this time
For they found each other
And the road showed a new path
--Apr.30
-KD
Mirror~~|~~ Mirror
I look at those faces and poses
Them untired of the whole focus
Examining every flaw, every detail i show them
Sometimes admiration and other times desperation.
I wonder if my unbiased nature
Ever tried to nurture
The beauty they are born with
And hide the grotesque reality of their worth.
Thousands of faces pass through me
Gawking at me, in a way looking at themselves
Can't help it, since i am a Mirror
And then one day, she came to me.
Different as Bumblebee and Simple as Amoeba
Beautifully crafted hair locks and almost almond shaped eyes
With innocence drawn on face and vigour filled persona
She stared at me, as if she knew my liveliness.
A moment later did i realise
That she almost is a glass with little silver paint
And can be easily looked through
Emotions welled up her face failing from grand concealment.
An infinite images reflected between us
Yet undeterred was she from the pose
The unfathomable depth of her eyes
Challenging everyone sane to muse.
Mentored many a people indirectly did I
Also disposed their vulnerability
But this girl didn't let me do anything
Just the expressionless stare was enough to shook me.
--Jan 30 '14
-KD
Hatred:Better than Apathy!!
"Its an emotion"
Is what i could comprehend
After hours of pondering
And pointless meandering
'But why?' is my question
"How could it be" i exclaimed
Is it plausible or not?
Asked my wiser-self.
You were nothing
You didn't mean anything
Why should i bother
Why should i care
Then comes a little voice
Slowly increasing its pitch
Coming from the darker streets
Of my heart's kingdom
That hatred is better than apathy
For love and hate are just
Are mirror images of each other
One trying to support, other trying to defeat
Apathy is even worse
And i wasn't its prey
But hatred took toll on me
And showed me a different way
And then again i ask
What actually was it that i felt
It blatantly utters-'jealousy'
Why did i feel it? i appallingly asked
Without digressing the voice answers
"'Coz hatred changed its face!"
---Nov. 8 '13
--KD
NOSTALGIA
Those were carefree daysWhen hands dipped in colors and so gay
When those little fingers painted the paper
Filled with colors was the tatter.
Always dared mother her tantrums
When she got upset with the 'colored' clothes
En-route memory lane
I find myself sitting there
Brooding over the painting
That i just made.
Filled with water colors and water;
It looked so eccentric
Yet so innovative.
I try to convince the little me
That the painting is awesome
That she might never again paint
That she should treasure every moment with the brush.
But she's far from being interested
With my philosophical speech.
And then i transcend back to the present
Where there is a set of pastel crayons
Staring intently at me.
Without any further thought
I grab it with full force
Not caring about the outer world
I start my own creation
Once again i start living
In my world of Pastels and Paint.
--NOV. 4 '13
-kd
The Face of Change
I have no idea what's it going to be
But hey, that's how life tells us to be
That you shall never understand, before you experience it
So that the surprise strikes, right at the moment you get it
Ups and Downs i have seen many
Not the object of interest to me
Its the inevitable Change that bothers me
For i never shall know what i'm gonna be
Coping is one thing to endure
And then comes with it-The Acceptance
Now whom should i look up to for consultancy
When the whole world seems to have accepted the Change
I want to fight it, I want to resist
I don't want to rest, till i get over with it
But my gut tells me; its not an easy manoeuvre
Though i fight harder; Change is definitely going to be the winner
The face of Change is cruel to me
But i don't seem to blame the Change for it
Am i a weakling or simply a coward
For i seem to concede myself to defeat
Should i try harder, or should i let it be
This is damn confusing as it had always been
But i want to start fresh and clean
Let the Face of Change change me!
June 9 '13
-KD.
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