To be in love with you is like

The first shower of rain
Each drop seems like
a passionate kiss
A budding rose yet to
teach the language of love
Relaxing in the Nature's lap
the butterflies in random flirt
Sitting under a starry sky
The loves glow illuminating
the dark surroundings
Constantly looking
into the mirror and
Discovering a new Me
every time
Stamping all the sorrows
and keeping alive the
happy moments
Memorable plots and
subplots
A drama to be staged in
real life







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Live to express, not to impress
Leave the scars that
pushes you to the dungeons
of depress
The memories that haunts
you to its extreme
The thoughts that forces
you for silent scream
What matters is how
much glitter did you add
in the journey of life
Did you ever glorify
someone's life with
smile and care
Did you embrace
someone to make him
feel near
Did you ever loved
yourself and felt the
essence of your own
existence
Did your absence ever
triumphed over your
presence
It's YOU to pen down
the story of your life
the EXPRESSION of
the beautiful world
that you owe......

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Hope whispers my loves reciprocation
Rejuvenating memories
curbed the pangs
of isolation
Laughing became a
glaring icon
When in silence my
soul cry alone
Insomnia and melancholy
when stole your peace
You placed your head
on my shoulder in ease
But now you have reduced
me to an idea, an imagination
So why am I here........
Is it just to stage the fake
presentation of my love????

Chandrani Chatterjee

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When the death bell
summons me
Be my strength to heal me
from my ongoing turmoils
When the call from the dark
tries to embrace me tight
Be my strength and built
a strong enclosure of light
When repeated downfalls
and rejections ails me
Be my strength to combat
the negatives in ME
When my beloved denies to
accept the depth of my
romantic emotions
Be my strength and save
me from the
heap of fake illusions
When my peers ridicule me
with their sarcastic smiles
Be my strength and stand
by me for a while
Your presence is like
numerous twinkling stars
in the pitch dark night
And I flying like a free
bird bathing in the
heavenly light......
Chandrani Chatterjee

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REFLECTION IN THE RAINDROPS
Through the drizzling rain outset
I perceive myself in its droplets
Every single drop depicts the
stairs of my transformation
From early childhood to the
ultimate phase of finalisation
When the slow showers bring
about a change in the environment
I undergo a process of rejuvenation
in a manner too pleasant
When the incessant prolonged
showers make the day dull
I become a prey to queer and
scary thoughts and tend to fall
When the big heavy drops
announces its utter ferocity
I can feel the extent of my
fragile nature and my invalidity
Gradually when the goodbye
showers loses its strength
I can feel the cold icy hands
and the call of death
Ultimately when the world
heals and calmness prevails
I lay enchanted in another
world-a world of miracle...
Where I can see my own reflection
Is it me or just a sheer hallucination.

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Autumn in my heart
Past memories folded
in different parts
Present ones tried to fit
in haste
In a neverending queue
least time to waste
Recycling the impure
thoughts
To filter them in
separate slots
Human mind springing in
with myriad ideas
Overcoming the slumber
and state of nausea
When the world is in a
process of global change
With the new replacing
the old in exchange
Let the new renew the
human brain
A golden opportunity
never to go in vain

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I witnessed a girl fair and blonde
From nowhere she appeared
holding a wand
Sparkling eyes and dazzling glow
Like an angel she descended slow
Smiled at me and extended
her hands
Mesmerised at her beauty
still I stand
All my worries and my torments
Disappeared within a moment
Calm and peace resided everywhere
She lulled me to sleep with her
love and care
An angel, a fairy, gods messenger?????
Still in thirst for the answer......

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Life is like a zigsaw puzzle
The more we crave for
a healthy solution
Its like a mirage with an
abstract conclusion
Yet unaware of its
tricky courses
We cling ourselves with
all our positive forces
Aspires for an optimistic way
Bringing in full hope and gay
But its unending, elongated
meandering motion
With hindrances and obstacles
In every direction
Its we humans who rebuilts
our life
The way we want to strife......

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If the sun could speak
the language of light
I would plee to end my
darkness and pave
the way to remain bright
If the moon could end
all the conflicts of
my ailing mind
I would prepare a balm
with its beams
That would be of a
different kind
If the stars could surround
me with their
dazzling glow
I would wrap that blanket
when I will be
sad and low
If I am blessed with all
my fantasies
I will wear that laurel of love
happiness and delicacies

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Remembering someone
Is like the moon beams
Seen in the broad daylight....

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