Cactus

Oh dear Cactus!

Nobody loves thee

With thorns adorned

Everything just flees.

Have you any friends?

I ponder for long

With a defence mechanism so strong

Have you any enemies?

Adapted to the adversity

Surviving as a sole species

And the flower you bloom

I salute your beauty.

With so many piercing needles

Still with a delicacy hidden

That flower you grow 

Once in a while

Shows your uniqueness

For your harshness can

Never be its hindrance.

Friends, Enemies maynot matter anymore

For you know how to live

Inspite of misery,severity and draught

Lots to learn from you dear Cactus

Henceforth you shall have a friend in me.

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!

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

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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

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. 

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!"

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!