IMMORTAL PRIDE

 

when self doubt starts crawling,
just under your confidence,
you never saw the castles crashing,
just untimely, scratches your conscience.
castle that your art has defined, since ages,
with crowns of feathers touching zenith,
beautifying your territory, more than expected,
fenced by roses of orange garden of bliss.
windows shining by the glorious sunlight,
and talking stories of my glory to the sun,
prophecy sparkles my eyes brightly by the sight
of my revolutionary impact to my world.
all at once, a brick broke to granules,
a brick over which stood my grandeur castle,
melted to repose into the ground of manuals,
the whole castle fell down, as the wind whistled.
with the whistling wind by my ears, i saw,
the castle’s flag still waving like a warrior,
sans blood, flesh, yet a true patriot,
defining its never all lost, till the pride is there.
with all that pride is what leftover for me,
i nurture the confidence, rather than giving up,
with open mind and rolling pen, i start to be
that i was once, then rolling ahead for supremacy.
when pride is your friend and level-headed, your kin,
when struggle of yesterday smokes deep within,
you can rise like phoenix, when all is gone, that you made,
its your immortal pride that pushes you ahead, my friend.

 

I SMILE HIDING TEARS OF GOOBYE

THEME: memories hurt… when they don’t fade… and separations seem bitter with passing time….. 

 

out of conscience, our sights collide,

as i dived deep into her mystic eyes,
there was something special and i felt it,
the smile was there but the mystery was a bit.
never knew her before and may never meet her again,
i swear, if lies had wings, they would fly without saying,
just was her rectitude in smile and unsaid emotions in eyes,
i still remember your beauty, ephemeral like the red wine,
not tiring my eyes, a portrait Almighty never painted enough,
not a shade on the page, yet His imagination’s power is you.
 
the walk to Hazi Ali is deep seated like the arteries,
precious yet the purest forms, i found so secured,
every-time you looked behind in search of me,
your images etched deep in my chest that is beating,
i wish that i could have made it till the end there,
or at least would have never left your hand,
 just walked you there, the priced moment in my life,
as the salt waters entered my mouth, 
i looked at you, to find your eyes gazing at mine,
was the most beautiful moment and will ever be.
 
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i don’t know, will you even try to find me anymore
or have i just become a lost soul in your collage of memoirs?
moments have passed and so have days since then,
but, the estrangement has given me a painful time to hem,
as i walk through this beach with transient footsteps,
with fresh memories, i walk ahead alone, but not lonely,
those beautiful moments are with me and will ever be,
i have tried my best to find you, may be
it is what i should accept, yet i smile hiding tears
of detachment that spurt from within,
as my dad says, smile even when it hurts it’s a test.

UNDER THE SPOTLIGHT, BEYOND THE LIFE.

it is just the perfect time of the life

resplendence is more than the spot light.
tremendous sparkles glittering, glasses clinking
with the ameliorating red wine, fruition spring in.
vibes of satisfaction kissing the core
sobriquet smile cloaking elation galore. 
 
eyesight all cheerful, such dubious are those smiles
to trust is easy with miles to walk, but return broken, miles
is tougher to ponder. queries creep inside, behind those smiles
are there cheerful hearts of accolades or assailant’s cries?
convene with hand shakes and hugs, tight to smother
but, enjoying each moment, of love and ultimate flatter
fit into shoes of apathy, wipe off the old yellow-books , scatter
the pages of year-book, a new life with status altogether.
addiction with no rehabilitation of life, to appraisal 
creamy words, to wax up with pride, no reversal
criticism whiz past the ears less, friends seem foes with hazel
hair. conscience’s eerie censures us of betrayal, faces denial. 
 
even life quietly sails under nocturnal dungeons of edification
so, how will the spot lights not turn off, identity risked at deletion?
vales that used to be the summit of the glorious flag
remains a summit, but new flag holder bragging the flag.
facade starts to fade quicker than the phonies turn their back
treachery of troop burns more, trusted ones take a step aback.
 
old best relations are no less than victims of ostracism
prostrated on the floor, with prominent sign of recidivism
all that doomed spotlight left was darkest darkness to blossom
coupled with insecurity secured in the walls echoing so gruesome.
these scars don’t heal till the cold air kisses the skin
till the vertigo is felt again, it is a mark embarking us to win
pushing a little bit more, bending more an inch
drudgery to strive for, the bragging flag to just clinch.
life instilled  over the mountains, as the scars heal to breeze
with the saxophone proclaiming the win, the drumbeats
beat louder, with waving flag soaring, the stab unleashed
under the spotlight, cheers galore, but none to  share emotions deep.
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Biplab Roy