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Poetry Series

Krishnendu Gupta

- 11 poems -

Publication Date:

March 2014

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Adieu

My eyes were closed and dark was the view

I was on a boat which had no crewthere were wounds right in my chestwhich were filled by clay from your breast

I could feel the tears fall off your eyesWhen you see my corpse being hovered by fliesI can behold your heart drowned in painDon't cry mother its hurting me again and again

I am still your little stubborn boywith whom you played the whole day with toyits my little hand which would hug you againwhen your little boy feels any tinge of pain

let me go to a place in the starsbelieve me mother its not that farso wipe out your tears and its traceBid me adieu with your happy face.

Krishnendu Gupta



Analog Boy In A Digital World

hey! look at that boy

look at his stylelook at his hair, Oh god!Whats wrong with his smile

He looks so clumsyso much wrong he hasso dusty his shoe ismaybe he walks on grass

look at his tight shirttucked into his pantsThe way he talkshe seems so blunt

look at his nosenever popped anywhereThose are so blankA breed so rare

Where are those sophistication?doesn't he has any?with all his simplicityHe will survive days not many

he has no egoneither he is selfishnor he is cruelcan't he speak English?

He talks about true lovewho does it in here?relationships are so cheapnothing here is dear

He can't pull anythingnot even a single legback stabbing far from his reachhe cant even crush a egg

He is worth of this mockeryfor qualities he has gotjust a disgrace to this placeplace where he must rot.

Krishnendu Gupta



Black And White

Red has two colours

Black and whiteOne is dark other is light

Both mixed togetherIn that magic bagFew can tellWhich has more rag

They live togetherNot as a familyThey are friendsIn face of enemy

They are differentIn their own wayOne is cruelOther is humble clay

It's often blackRule the whole houseWhite share roomWith that squirt mouse

Sometimes it's whiteRaises the valiant mutinySoon vanishes awaySomewhere in that vanity

Balance of themMakes the bag prettyShining in the darkIs the pure beauty.

Krishnendu Gupta



Life After Death

I was so afraid of

The theme of dyingThat I kept myself awakeIn the dream of flying

I was so conservedAbout my half ounce lifeThat I cut myself halfBy the fear's knife

Repentance is allThat I can do nowBecause its curtainOf my miserable show

The world of meHas changed completelyBecause I no longerRemained as an entity

The world still possessIts colours so trueOnly I am not in itto show it to you

The air I breathestill has that aromanow those airs pass me bybecause of my trauma

It's still the golden sunthat rises from the eastbut I can't see its reflectionright on my fist

Its still the dark nightthat drapes the whole landthat doesn't bothers mebecause I need no hand

I can still behold theScenes of my dreamBut the truth is thatIts just patches of cream

The people who loved meRight till that dayI know they still dobut in a different way

Life after death is frighteningwho may have thought



I am the unfortunate prey

Who got himself caught.

Krishnendu Gupta



Mother

She is not so strong

by the look of herbut yet nobody has everquestioned her strenght.

She talks very littleas she speaks from heartsometimes from her eyes too,make no mistakeshe has a curly voice.

If anyone defines love

its her profound eyes,her flowery hands,and a huge heartbeats not for herself.

Its a mystry to meto everyone I guessthe love, the care she sprinkles,on regular bases.

From where do they come?and how are they formed?drown us completelylike a silent voice,yet everyone hear itsmesmerising trace.

She feels pain toojust like all of usas she is a human beingof red blood and flesh.

She is much morethat what I believefor the amazing abilityshe has possessed.

When tear fall off her eyesfor the pain so intense,of the wound so deep,we have fetched.



she wipes them out

to give us strengthto heal the woundwith its exotic fragrance.

She isn't just a womanshe is godess for mewho descended from heavenas a scarlet blessingmy life has treasured.

Krishnendu Gupta



My Lost Star

Twinkle Twinkle the star I see,

In the night staring at me,

Twinkle Twinkle the star was you,holding my hand all along through,

Twinkle Twinkle the star was bright,enlightening my dreams with its light,

Twinkle Twinkle the star loved me,like a father to a baby.

Twinkle Twinkle the star was deep,carrying my pain to gift me sleep.

But oneday the star had to cry,as if it was wishing me goodbye.

Twinkle Twinkle the star I lost,In the sky which I loved the most.

Krishnendu Gupta



PARALLEL INVERTED WORLD

Sometimes, somehow I am in this place

I do not have pictures ofA destination, never been heard ofby any names whatsoever

The place is very strangeour rational nature may sayThe up is down, down is upstory of this place everyday

Things which have always moveddon't move at all hereThings that haven't moved evermove without any fear

Sun does not speak herebecause moon leads the wayAs Sun does not rise from eastdisappear in the west, at the end of day

Apples don't fall herethey just climb uprainbows don't have any coloursmaking mockery of the physics club

Birds don't fly herethey prefer to run a mileElephants are as light as featherAnts get in trouble while crossing the isle

Its just a dream, I thinkbut dreams are for realThis place isn't real or is it?the question i need to deal

The people here are weird,strange and unique to be precisethey don't cry they just laughmaybe its an normal exercise

Hatred, pity are the wordswhich they haven't heardemotions aren't complicated for themas they don't think about it hard

Rich are poor hereand needy don't need moreegoist are murderers hereselfish are kicked out of doors

Brothers are sister heremothers are father



babies earn money here

parents play with their toys

Women are in charge of this placeand men are discriminatedMen's are always patronisedwomen's are highly rated

Where is this place?Has anyone ever been there?which train I must take?Which ship will take me near?

Sometimes I feel I am in it

when I am in my room or maybeI need to open the doorWhich will take me in my room..?

Krishnendu Gupta



School Days

You get to bed

and then you wake upbrush your teethwhile taking a napchange your clothesto take showernoway, never! you shoutwater's colder than everit's just only a bathI'll take it another daythen you fool your motherpretending you swimmed bayyou comb hairlike its a movie night

tie the knot oftie a little tightbreakfast is the thingyou never hadIt brings you funwhich makes her madyou forget everythingstarting from the bagbut you always waitfor your mother's hugAnd a kiss on your foreheadbefore you saythats all is needed tomake your school day.

Krishnendu Gupta



Souvenir Of Love

I can never forget the time,

when we were togethertwo cups of wine we took,under the cover of feather,we talked the whole day,beneath the shadow of tree,our sights kissed which was a play,and the tickets were free,we gazed at the humangous sky,and smeared colour to it,we gave a persistant try to,make the candle to lit,we heard the hyme of birdsand floated with it at the dusk

we tangled our hearts with the threadwhich was made out of huskour mouths were busy atperforming the royal act,but our eyes did all the talkingsand that is the real factwe took an oathunder the twilight skythat we would fire our love again and againand make our dreams to fly...

Krishnendu Gupta



Star

Glazing blazing all around

dancing on surplus groundtwinkling twinkling in my eyewhen I look upon the skyGossiping constantly in the nightVanishing away in the brightFlashing dreams of the pastUnleashing signs of the lastlurking on forbidden landspossessing a handful fundsSurviving in distant farShining brightly like a star.

Krishnendu Gupta


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The Devil In Me

He is in me

since i was eighttwelve i felt himhe was utter disgustI can't be too vocalas he can hearthrough the echoes my sound makesand the colours my heart wearsas people know meas a person so humblebut today i confessI am not that allI may look openby the light so bright

but there are locked doorswhich you dare not openNow I am sixteenhe is all over my mindhe makes me do thingsI never dreamt of doingJust for an instanceto depict his polarityhe savaged my love lifeand pushed me into insanityThe girl who loved me so heartlyI hurt her so badThat she still criesand he just simpersLike the river flowsto bring grace to naturetwenty summers passed me bynow i am a complete disaesterhe captivated my heartand the soul with itthe imposter is now revealedthe face is just a disgracenow people can hear the voicemade by the devil in me..

Krishnendu Gupta

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