Longing

If there was a chance, I’d linger.

But we have been walking

On vastly different paths

And each day, so far

Even though we are

Who we are,

Smile as we speak,

Speak as we think;

In each other, we exist,

There are growing microchasms

Unseen to the naked eye.

Little molecules,

Lost in the vortex of the Universe,

We are in a centrifugal storm.

Each day, the parts of Us

That existed

In each other, cease to be.

We smile, knowing that the paths

Will suddenly take an abrupt turn,

And there can be only moving on;

There can be no pause.

No moment to look into your eyes

And talk about the deep longing in my heart

No moment to let you know

That if there was a chance,

If only you’d let me,

I’d linger

For a journey we can walk together.

And meet at a secret spot

Many years later

When everyone has stopped to look.

If only you’d let me

Know that I’d linger.

Know that I’d wait

As we both

Separately, wait for a conjoined Fate.

© 2020 Arpita Pramanick

Some nights speak to you in poetry…

Some nights speak to you. It sits with you, as you hug yourself and tell yourselves lullabies.

Some nights watch you like a predator, a big cat in the night. Shiny eyes sparkling through a tiny gap in the bush.

Some nights writhe in pain, and ask you questions. Why? Why? Why? The sound of your heartbeats. Dum-dum-dum-dum-da-dum-dum.

Some nights listen to you as you tell the stories.

Some nights break into a million tears, and vermilion paints the sky red.

Some nights the moon is oddly absent, and big cities do not see the soul of an owl.

Some nights gasps for breath, as you await the final word.

Some nights, after all is said and done, and goodbyes float, some nights, they lull you to peace.

 

Date: 23rd March, 2019

Written within half an hour of watching Masaan. Inspired.

Why would you make actors act if you don’t point the camera at them? Sometimes, it is good.

Sinful love

Sinful Love

But in an alternate world

Where the notions of right and wrong do not exist

I will love you with all my sinful heart

And ask you to be mine.

(c) 2017 Arpita Pramanick

 

 

Tear Bubbles

Her silent tears

Fell on a cold blanket.

The shivers within were mutely contained

The soothing hand that was no more present

Loomed in the yellow shadow of a glass window

Ever present, ever elusive

Flimsy, broken, continuous

Like her endless tear-bubbles.

Copyright © 2015 Arpita Pramanick

Day 17 of Writing 101: A Day in Verse

Usually, I don’t share my poetry on the blog, because I am presently working on the betterment of my fiction-writing. I have a feeling that I am a better poet than a fiction writer (with no trace of smugness, believe me), but I would like to reverse that.

For today’s task, I looked back in Time and found a poem in one of my Facebook Notes. It was written on 30th December 2011, and titled: Rhapsody on the Bygone Days. I am republishing it without any changes to the original text.

Rhapsody on the Bygone Days

Arpita Pramanick

♣

All the pleasant memories, as the year ends,

Take refuge in debris.

Connections that were made

Faltered the test of time and withered away.

Copious tears shed on paltry feelings,

Have dried on forlorn cheeks.

And yet, as the bitter teeth of Winter recedes

And a glorious Sun rises,

I shall, in the maze of its halo, dream again.

I’ll stare as far as my sight lends,

Into the garden of roses in some faraway place,

Where the first glitter of the Sun dries

The nip of shimmering dews.

I shall fold my hands across my breast

And bury the memories that I made

And feel happy for all that I have.

And those that have left me along the way

I will for once forgive them,

As a sigh heaves out of my heart

(For wounds take a long time to heal)

Yet, I shall pass by the dark shadows

And not let your memories ruin my today

Though I know,

Some things are never to be forgotten

And some scars are to be kept alive.

Though I know

I’ll remember you once again and sob

But not today;

And for once lose myself in the laughter of Life.

♣

If I were re-writing this today, I will probably use more commonplace words than paltry, rhapsody, etc. I am not a native English speaker, so I had most possibly learnt those words in order to write the poem, though I am not sure if I remember it correctly. Now, I am more comfortable in my vocabulary and would like to use plain, conversational English to say something universal. I won’t try too hard to find fancy words to give an impression that I know so many words because now, I have found beauty in simplicity.

What about you? How has your writing evolved over time? Do share with me in the Comments.

Copyright © 2015 Arpita Pramanick

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