Being Mature

On that bus
where I am riding
beneath my veil of sparkling glee
grief is hiding.
With all coercion
I had to choke my emotions.
Hearing that loud cry,
to my heart ,begged I
not to let pour
the sentiments of yours.

That infant is so free
she could let the world see
her wail,wrath and laughter.
She is her own master.

Trying to divert my mind
as I looked out of the window,
amidst the black clouds I find,
the caged tears of my eyes
are eloping from the black skies.

Unbounded by any chains,
the nature is showering rains.
That infant is too showcasing her pains.
To their freedom I am envious.
But to the world
my agonies' seizure
is the only definition of
"Being Mature".
                           -Tanushree Dutta

A tale of two stones

Amidst this darkness

in this wilderness

when even a fireflie's sight

could bring in your life

a little light,

you were in search 

of even the minutest of light

such was your plight!

All the agonies and

sorrows had made you a stone.

I being dejected and forlorn

had too  become a stone.

The strong wind brought

us together.

Destined to meet

I thought we are

bonded forever.

Did you sensed those sparks

when I touched you?

I know they were few

but don't know

why this time I felt so new.

Soon those cruel rains

in my life

entered like a bane.

I tried to rub with you

again and again.

But all was in vain.

Never again that spark was ignited.

The fire could never be lighted.

The relationship couldn't be mended.

The miseries haven't ended.

Tossed in a different direction was I

by that passerby.

I had to part from you

without even saying a "bye".

                                               - Tanushree Dutta

                                          

Mirage

On my face wearing that smile
I had walked miles and miles
in search of water
and a soothing bower.
Despite the blisters in my poor feet
I am walking
amidst this dust and under the heat.

My happiness knew no bounds
when I heard that sound.
I was walking on the air
when I saw
a glimpse of that water reservoir.
With you I developed an affinity
because I was very thirsty.

The discovery of that elixir
made me build castles in the air.
My parched lips tried to feel solace.
The feeling was just marvelous.
Then the wind scattered
the pictures of my collage
and I realized
you were just a mirage.
                                          -Tanushree Dutta

On my face wearing that smile
I had walked miles and miles

                                             

Why did you come, when you had to go ?

But I want to let you know

my poor body would've borne that cruel snow.

You provided blanket on my shoulder

and rescued me from this winter.

Oh dear benovalent.

I thank you for your present.

But I want to let you know

my poor body would've borne that cruel snow.

With its warmth it gave me  protection.

Gradually with it I developed intoxication.

Sleeping besides the bornfire that night.

No more with this winter I had to put up a fight.

But that light brought darkness

as it burnt my blanket into ashes.

Oh!Why did you come 

when you had to go.

You just added agonies

to my cup of sorrow. ;(

                                         -Tanushree Dutta

Seeking Answers To The Questions Unknown

Walking on this road

now I am alone.

I'm on my way to seek answers 

to the question unknown.

I try to introspect

my deeds every day.

So as to know

why the colours faded to grey.

Without being aware of my offence

how can I perform repentance?

Please, break your silence.

Without your guidance,

I am blinded in this haze.

I'll get lost in this maze.

Shower your warmth and love.

Don't up your sleeve.

Otherwise hard it would be for me

to turn into new leaf.

                                        -Tanushree Dutta

Walking on this road
now I am alone.
I'm on my way to seek answers
to the questions unknown.

                                              

A dead person's plea

Gone was I when I closed my eyes.

When I was cold as frozen ice.

Gone was I when on that pyre

to my corpse you set fire.

But I know,

from your heart never gone was I

It's so hard for you

to wish me a ' Bye'.

Oh dear, please stop your tears

and remove this funeral wear.

No longer my soul is free

as your pain binds me.

Within this marshland,I am stuck.

Neither can I again come

nor able to leave earth.

My soul wants to rest in peace

so forget me

as I am deceased.

                                                   - Tanushree Dutta

Poet

Sometimes her own life
becomes her inspiration.
For which she
doesn't need an imagination.
With her pen this damsel
does cast spell.
But every time she doesn't think of a ruse.
Sometime she herself becomes muse.
                                                               -Tanushree Dutta

And it became ineffaceable

The joys and the blues

the paleness and the hue.

By a single click it captures

helping the lingering memories

to remain alive forever.

                                        -Tanushree Dutta