Are You That?

Demons?

That you needed, from a lifeless person,

You have already created it, with your hatred.

Or the basic amenities that any living person needs?

Look around your surroundings, they are still breathing.

You know why? They are happy. Happy with all they’re jumping.

They know where to jump and to stand still.

Point out every object and create a function.

You will need them. Can you?

Or, you are that person? Are you that?

Are you that person, who spawns gunpowder to kill livings?

As they think, peace comes from carnage

Peace is always a state of mind.

This isn’t happening, from the day you changed your mind.

Make it possible, be a change of hatred.

Don’t be like “Are You That”.

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STRIFE

Heard about you last night,

With the pictures in your hand,

Beside the knife, battled.

Wave those arms and wait for the end,

As it falls for anything,

Feeling free and waking up,

To heal the wounds,

Much more than that, you survived,

Striking the shooting star,

every time you tried to shadow yourself,

Into the light of ambush,

Stretched out with cities of the future,

Going up with 100 memories,

Falling back with counting backwards,

Towards the negative infinity,

Seeking out every noise,

Into the desolation,

Twisted drama to integrate,

You left away making everyone higher. 

ANIMOSITY

Under the same roof of vengeance,

They stood in an exile,

Less important than to impress,

Scars of ignoring are now faded.

 

Again, from exile and fading scars,

Words are always unspoken,

Truth and justice for some reason,

Needs to get tangled.

 

Everything was senile,

Unless we treated each other unparalleled,

We knew this won’t be working,

As parallels never meet.

 

Then what?

Togetherness is a myth?

Hypocrisy for all feelings was true?

But now all needs to conceal,

And end up filling things just to chase for the moon,

 

Just to start-up again, be beyond the graves,

Let it be generous and talk turkey,

Believes of authority and compromises, we created

Are now shadowed!

All you needed from me was a mealy-mouthed.

A LETTER TO NO-ONE

Disconnection
contempt and sympathy always end up in disconnection

I was so disconnected,

So indifferent from rest of the world,

Needed it to resemble from the void,

That I can’t keep my eyes open.

 

She was always there to rectify me,

And a suspense of comfort level emerged,

So she was all in near me and all of her,

But discontinued to do so,

When she finds herself in middle of the war.

 

Again, it was a misunderstanding,

We had a mutual thinking and you knew it always,

Too then you never prompted,

Texting night long, remembering the day we first moved our lips,

You had a smile to overpower someone, without any guilt.

 

That I thought was very unrealistic for you,

Yet you try to show for now,

But I took it in a narrow way,

Creating a mess around homogeneous thoughts.

 

That was on the line,

Submerged into the holocaust of feelings,

Regretting of their own inducement,

Their cold feet have become a white lie now.

STATIONED COFFIN

 

Perfect Moment
You were amazing,I had the time of my life with you ∏

Tremors and remorse all that was witnessed,

Some had a bulk or had a sullen face,

                                             With great divide and green grass,

Stairs and escalators with indistinct nightmares;

Some didn’t climb but some were ardent,

With the bicycle running down the ramp,

There’s no break of their heart,

It pumped and bumped making no noise,

Some didn’t hear or some did felt it;

She!

That was all I witnessed with a girl next to me,

She felt the same to accompany me,

Inside the same cabin of death,

we drilled our self to hear the schizophrenic sound,

Of indistinct vitality air from the notes of the last chapter.

PRE-OCCUPIED

 That was all you would know,

With the passing of your life,

On a hyper-lapse of memory,

It’s obscurity till you occupy it,

To erase the time of innocence.

From winter to fall,

Till crunching of Brown leaves,

On a ground full of yellow wood.

Other’s being senile of insanity,

You are there with that voice,

For preoccuping the incoherent darkness.

SERENITY!

I looked at her ,she smiled!
Is that she tried to respond,
Or I was overwhelmed by her smile.

The berth next to me or my hand with a chocolate,∴
Every time I touch it, she smiled!
With all her heart out, what I felt .

I don’t know her name or even the village,
She tries her best to look at me and smile,
The best place to celebrate is always inside you,
I knew it from the inception of my heart beat,

This seems creepy and you will get to know about me,
How I make myself,
Locking the infinite sky, and saving myself from the burning sun,

Because just before the shadows fall ,
I trip myself to the serenity,
As this all are breathing in the hour of mankind,
Give me a reason to be by your side ,
To give  out of my best emotions on you,
So we can trip together towards serenity.

                     –ANISH THAKURTA

WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF?

 

What are you afraid of?

The man with a broom sweeping the corridor?

Or the guy with a black bag on his one-sided shoulder?

Or even the lady near the corner straight?

 

What are you afraid of?

To swipe down all the memories in one scroll!

Or the dummies you played during your childhood!

Or the money you plunk down through the broker!

LET THEM GO!

 

What are you afraid of?

To lean down the terrace railing?

Or the stairs which round-off at the end?

Or the ending of a suspense movie?

 

Contentment is the seventh heaven!

Depression too come along the way:

Of prosperity, holding hands in desolation;

Craving for the fear of losing!

So why not to get afraid of all this?

 

If ever this are the reasons to go?

Cause we don’t get to do the stupid shits others do,

Let not the fear win over you?

They just get outflanked in a single go?

SO, what are you afraid of now?

CONCENTRATE

If and only there were reasons to destroy the promises,

I would not heal back for any comfort ,

There have been consequences for regret ,and now I am here.

If your feelings  are so concentrated ,how can you dilute the love towards me,

 

between those symphony, the diaries wrote many words that seemed crippled,

Against the feelings of compassion and dignity,

True memories never die ,someone said perfectly,

And revenge is the best emotion a person can have,

 

Through all the days we got perfect but something needs to fix up,

Something was missing and something was more,

 

Black clouds and nights dream that one needs ,

But I was waiting for the nightmares,

So could resize all the memories need to move on,

 

They have been taking too much ,

All there lives and so what they need to go for that,

If ever if is necessary to make all yours,

And leave all rest behind oblivion,

 

Oblivion’s curse is great enough to be respected,

So that she could not remembers all the feelings she had for me,

Be patient,

Be fragile ,

Towards any materialistic thing of this world ,

They are one way lane ,only a single can move ,

 

This all lines may be creepy to hear,

But the soul inside me has always needed someone to support,

As your feelings are so concentrated ,that’s the last reason ,

How can you love me with your heart-felt out..?

 

                                                 ~ANISH THAKURTA

TELEPHONE RED

You were  the one who was   still standing  there ;

With my eyes gazed wide open through the horizon;

I still can see you through my window wide open;

Until you decide to disappear from my vision;

My heart didn’t wanted it to happen ;

Through all the circumstances you go ;

With my hands still holding that last cup of coffee;

I knew my kindness will get destroyed ;

Without living with your comfort;

Know I still  talk about you without your knowing;

That you get to know from the red cabin,

Telephone red;

Your friends are too anxious about you;

Still you don’t give a hard glance on me;

This would be the better gauze for all this;

Your blue eyes make me tempted against myself;

I didn’t wanted to write all this;

But wanted all my enthusiasm against to kill a honey bee

Who still wants to drink the old pine juice;

And the strangers waiting down with their jar empty;

Singing the old karaoke with Irish  theme  song ;

It makes them late for the work ;

The sun tearing through the wild clouds of desolation;

And I don’t wanna ask them to stay and give me satisfaction;

As I would be too selfish to make a call from the red telephone;

She would be waiting for my call and I would busy collecting syrup,

Falling from the height to a wolves cry!