ReAliSiNg A jOuRnEy CaLlEd... "LIFE"

SILENCE COMES AND STANDS BY THE DOOR,HER FACE HIDDEN LIKE  THOSE  WHO CURSED THEIR LUCK FOR  NOT  BEING  STRONG
OR,MAY BE AS  LEAST BOTHERED AS THE FIRE FLIES PRAISING  THE STREET MUSICIANS ,IF  I REALLY  TOLD I LOVED  U ,YOU  MIGHT HAVE  THOUGHT AM  WRONG
THE SELF QUARRELLED ALOT WITH THE PERSON WHO HAS BEEN CREATED TO  THE WORLD TO  MAKE    THE ART  OF LIVING    RELEVANT    WITH TIME
WHENEVER YOUR TENDER  HANDS HELD MINE MINE  I REMEMBER MY  SCORPIAN'S LIFE,MY PYTHON'S LIFE THE  KILLER LIFE OF   MINE
I  GET CONFUSED AT CERTAIN POINTS IF  I HAVE  ALWAYS BELIEVED THAT SETTING MYSELF FREE IS  HELPING MYSELF  AND  EVERYONE ELSE  THEN  WHY DID  I  NEVER  BOTHERED  TO  KNOW???
EVEN THE FACE THAT LAY  UNDERNEATH A SMILING  BRIGHT UNDETERRED SOUL CREAPS AS MUCH AS  EACH  DAY THINGD  GET ATTACHED I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN THAT  I  HAVE'NT LEARNED TO LET GO

Hypocrite -A poem by me

                                     HYPOCRITE

I live in  the city ,   where  township goes from door to  door peddling dust
of hidden dirt ...
Only a fistful of grass ,only a hand full  of broken  heart .... 
Crawling myths    told once upon  a  time...there  lies  my  paradise 
unheeding uncaring shoeless,along  the  waves  of  distant  vistas come flying  wondrously bold unbothered feerless... 
take  me  to  the  place where death comes  within  cloud-hued  black dreams,beneath the  heaven  beside  the hell throw my dead  heart in thedarkest   stream  -


                                                                              - Soumita