Nice knowing you

Evening twilight,
Burning bright.
Evanescent orange hue,
As i whisper somthing to you.
Who would have known
That this would go so wrong.
Suddenly,
This reverie,
broken so rudely.

Pre ch: Why do they have to go away?
When they are supposed to stay.
Why must the song always end?
And witness the death of a friend.

Chorus:Some bridges are meant to be burnt.
Some binds must be torn.
As we walk towards a new morning.
Cremating shreds of yesterday's
life. In the end,
It was nice knowing you.

Moonlit night,
Shining bright,
Desolate afterglow,
Memories of long ago,
That i try to let go.
The ashes carried away,
by the wind that blows this way.
Skeletal remains of yesterday.
Our dreams,
Today it dies.


Pre ch:Why should it be hard to let go?
Why could you not understand?
Why should this world go around?
Leaving me behind.

Chorus

Skeletons in my closet

Through this gap I fall again,
Split between your indifference
And my desperation.
Through your stretched arms,
I slip into this hole.
You ask to come in me.
I can only beg you not to.
Cause if you do, you might disappear;
See this dark inside, the echoing agony,
A choking infant drowning in black tears.
Your trigger you push against my finger,
This mask you keep pulling at.
….Here, I let it slip…


You run for the door,
But I can’t have you leave.
You looked inside,
The very darkness I warned you against.
I begged you, consider this request,
Let it go, let it go…
Yet you ripped apart the stitches,
And let loose the blood, a thousand cries,
That made no sense to you.
Nodding slightly, trembling with fear,
Struggling to break free, from my grip.
I claw your slender throat…
Let me go, let me go…
…I wish I could…

But remember, I’ll always be there,
In your darkest, on the grass above you.
I wish I had another choice;
But this blade I must run through you,
Twist, and turn until u bleed.
Forgive me; my selfish deed.
Ill always remember you,
Ill always be there for you.
Ill even write it in your blood,
Name-graffiti on the Wall.
Cover up the cracks,
That lets the sunlight seep through.
Hope this tear-drop guides you,
For I have none more to offer.

Livin a Lie

I once blvd in superheroes,
I once blvd I cud b one.
Comic strips and posters,
On the wall.
Frayed edges peel
And fall.
Ragged clothes strewn
all over the place.
Nicotine stains and tobacco smoke,
Hovering low.
Leftover bottles left over from
Yesterdays show.
An old guitar at the corner
In a cloak of dust.
That bridge over the waters,
Beginning to rust.
The crumpled up pieces of paper
On the floor,
That no entry sign
On the door.

This sorry world goes round and round
This pretence falls to the ground
People made of plastic fake
Of cheap china make.
A lamentation I sigh,
This life I’m living, a fucking lie.

Wrist gashed wide open, reek; Profane;
Crimson stains adorn the wall;
Of incomplete verses smeared in her name.
The ticking clock mocking this dreary crawl.
In a dreamy haze, the fading colors of day,
All the dreams trashed and put away.

I’m just living a lie
No direction
No destination
Like dry grass in the wind tossed around,
Like a cog in a machine going round and round.
I’m living a lie.
I’m just living a lie.

Like a bird which cant fly
Like a man who cant cry
Like a road without an end
Like the rule that just wont bend
Like Time that’s learned to wait
Like a flame in its extinguished light.

Fucking hypocrites showing me where to go,
Infidels putting up a cheap show.
Blowing up their mediocre little tricks.

Im sick of their arrogance,
Sick of their jokes.
Sick of being held at bay.
I don’t want this safety
I don’t want any guarantee.
Im good, Thank you,
I can do without you.

                                                                        -Dipanjan Saha

Black

Black, kicking at blank walls;
The security this darkness brings.
Eyes shut, fists clenched,
Absorbed in a void.
The hapless held in a stranglehold;
The chord playing the noose.
A wasted labor;
Stillborn.
The agony of the realization,
The mother’s ineffable pain.

Black, devouring every color,
Staining all happiness,
Draining every tear drop.
And yet unharmed and spotless.

Black, the world to the blind.
Draped in constant darkness,
Denied every color, every act;
Never to be tormented by any beauty;
Wrongly divested from sight.
Forsaken by light and hope alike.

Black, is her eyes, like
Drowning in an ocean at turmoil;
Caged by its elusiveness;
Her words that beat comprehension
Yet a tranquility fills this vacuum.
The consolation of its mere presence.

Black is the night sky,
Specked with white dust,
Glimmering bravely from infinity,
Throwing a blanket over mortals.
Like a silent symphony that
Erases all thoughts,
Transcends the emaciated mind,
To a land of make-believe;
Repose from the nightmares of day.
                                                                      -Dipanjan Saha

I.Seasons and Her

Darkness envelopes the Monsoon sky;
The promise of rain beckons
Poets and their inspired verses,
As leaves, petals and us
Breathe a new life, exhaling a silent sigh;
Respite from the summers torturous heat.
The first rain embraces the earth,
Emanating the intoxicating smell,
Rising slowly, one with the tobacco smoke.
…From shaded river banks to this gloomy room,
…I here and she so far away;
Trapped in an isolated dream.

The winter chill creeps in slowly.
Outside, the leaves brown and brittle:
Little flecks like moths borne on the frosty air.
Racing along with the river, gushing past.
The lethargy spread like an epidemic;
Every being gracing a semi-eternal sleep.
Snugly I am tucked in my faithful blanket,
The mind lost in a dream of her:
…From deserted river banks to silent alleys.
…I here and she so far away,
Oblivious of my existence.

We welcome ‘Maa’ to our humble homes.
The ‘Shorot’ skies adorned with cloudy wisps,
Every corner ringing with the beat of ‘Dhaak’.
Mustard fields abloom with a yellowiest hue.
Revelry all around; New clothes and a renewed joy.
Then with teary eyes and saffron we bid her goodbye.
This forlorn heart reminded yet again:
…Her voice echoing through an empty abyss.
…My thoughts drifting in and out, with her.
…I here and the Raagini lost in my imagination,
Nonchalantly walking away.
                                                                            -Dipanjan Saha

II.Raagini, the Muse

Sad notes rise from my strings,
As I play runs on the ‘Pilu’ raag.
The desolation echoing through the corridor.
Scream-singing a melancholic hum:
Pathos herself inclined to weep.

Raag and Raagini rises in unison,
Pushing away the thought of her,
Making this sorrow dissolve,
This futility disappear ,
Taking my hand,
Illuminating my way,
From the bounds of stagnation,
To the fields of eternal bliss.
                                                    -Dipanjan Saha

DEATHWISH

The blue skies now ashen
With smoke from cannons.
The water once, crystal clear,
Now crimson red,
Laced with futile waste.
The famished; denied the bread,
Mothers wailing, groping for their
Babies; Their spines snapped.
Their muddy tears unheeded, Rolling into
Barrels resting against their temples.
The cold damp ether smells of poison;
The poison of inhumane Malice,
The lips of blind Greed softly exhaling;
Cozened naivety devoured by the vile.

Emaciated skeletons of ancestral trees,
Stands tall amidst the ruin; the chaos,
Bear witness to the insatiable hunger;
More, More and yet More.
The seeds of hatred planted in barren soil.
Pushing its filthy head into
A world plagued by anger and atrocities,
Where steel, fire and guns
Soar higher than the white dove and olive branch.
The looming vultures silhouetted against
The waning sun, salivating at the sea of human flesh.

No phoenix will rise from the ashes again;
No God nor Noah will save the earth this time…
From a BIGGER BANG.