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