The leafless tree stood desolate
its arms outstretched -
perhaps seeking to embrace
warmth, life, or laughter;
Solitude, it had craved
instead, being rewarded with loneliness;
She too had glossy leaves
shimmering in the sunlight
or catching the moon beams
as the winds caressed her in a balmy night;
Her companion, the river is silent;
the once symphonious song-
dead on the lips, as it sludges along;
the tall grasses who the breeze played with
are dead and gone-
but the tree stood bare and strong.
The hands, perhaps outstretched
to touch the heavens
seeking salvation from the desolation
or, the excruciating pain inflicted
from within.

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Alone I sit
amongst the crowd
searching myself therein.

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Happiness is .....
.......to be
what you want to be.......
Reality is...............
........what you are
......a moth...butterfly ...or ...
.....maybe a fossil of......
what you wanted to be....

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I never hated you
We simply were friends
Friend, a relation important than love as friendship never ends.

- Archisman Chatterjee

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'Twas was lovely dream
where I rode a raft
to cross a tumultuous sea,
strewn with rocks, small and big,
red in colour and jagged;
On the raft were my loved ones
assuring me we will soon reach
showing me nature's wonders
perhaps to divert and distract;
We round up huge mounds
where the frothy sea lashed,
rocking our raft in wild tandem
never did it topple but moved on;
We reached our destination-
the altar of the Almighty
where we offered our prayers
to have reached amidst the storm.

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As the sands of time trickle down,
the list of loved ones decrease-
those who cradled and cooed,
those who cajoled and pursued,
whose soft voices lulled and soothed,
the wrinkled hands which eased all pains.
The sands of time trickled down
along with the loved ones who care,
opening their arms for a warm share
offering their shoulders for gushing tears,
those who make you smile and forget awhile,
creating a rainbow in a cloudy sky.
The sands of time trickle down
emptying life with unwanted fantasies,
dreams replaced with harsh realities,
deep sighs of the unfulfilled replaced
with sighs of satisfied souls you helped
a smile lighting in your heart of having done.

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Rains, July, and guitar strings....
nostalgia and perhaps loneliness.
The damp air brushing your arms
to cradle in its monsoon fervor,
the nodding greens soothe your eyes
the busy raindrops rush across the lines,
the dove sits atop the ugly pillar
bathing in the happiness of rains.
The melodious rain washes
the tired soul, cleansing it,
trying to replace the cacophonic
etchings with its divine tune,
the guitar strings fade gently
as the piano accompanies the raindrops.

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Listen in silence
Learn as much as you can,
Accept what's right
Speak where you're valued
Share what enriches.
Avoid situations where
you are just a stooge;
You have intelligence
so choose where you belong.

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Insecurity breeds fear,
Fear embraces rudeness to deter
all adversaries from getting closer
and unmask the ego one wears.

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One beholds one's father within,
the friend, philosopher and guide in him.

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