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Non-Sense

The first time that I was serious
“I would be a good boy now”
My mom said “Non-sense! You never can
Go out and get yourself a sun-tan”

I left that idea for ever
My mom still repents for being so clever!!

And then I was genuine when I said
“From tomorrow I will start studying”
 My esteemed teacher said “Non-sense!
Oh you, I know you are joking”

I gave up studying all together
My teacher still wonders why I took her so seriously rather!!

I was adamant when I followed my aim
“I just want to become that”
My father got in between “Non-sense!
For you its better never than late”

So I gave up doing anything at all
He is still sorry for being the reason of my fall!!

I was darn sure when I said
“That’s the horse that will win the race”
My wealthy uncle quipped “Non-sense!
Such waste decisions, tragedy you will face”

Unfortunately that horse went for the kill
And, I of course, was thrown out of his will!!

I was confident when I said
“It’s you whom I would love to marry, cool”
But my sweetheart said “Non-sense!
I just wanted you to pay the bill, you fool”

Sadly enough, her husband died in a year
She still repents – I would have lived longer without fear!!

I knew it when I declared
“It’s going to be a daughter”
But my mother-in-law shouted “Non-sense!
It’s a son who will bring laughter”

But when Angela was born to see
She came with a foot-ball “She would have enjoyed being a male like me!!”

On Angela’s marriage I said
“It’s definitely not a good match”
Angela scolded me “Non-sense dad!
He is a pass-out from a Harvard batch”

He spent all his life in his office
My dear girl wondered if life can get that rubbish!!

On the day the doctors declared me sick
“I will no longer live, Kristy, that’s fate”
All my friends gasped “Non-sense!
For God’s sake, don’t tell that”

The day I died, slow and brave
No one followed my wife to the grave!!

Fantastically as I climbed the slopes of heaven
“Oh! What a busy life was it!!”
God cheerfully said “Non-sense!
You were a moron without wit”

But when I started doing things in heaven
Even He admitted “If this is how you work in mirth,
Thank God!! (oops) you did nothing on earth!!”

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A Traitor's Mother('s) Land

In the vast wilderness of the marooned rivulet
A silent ripple floats away
Projecting a non-significant shadow that drifts along
Uncontrolled in the river’s sway;

The little rivulet plays with the rocks and the sand
Of that lands mountains and plough
Then gently glides down the plain, from the land
That I belonged to the land I belong now;

Up course it washes my ploughed lands and farms
It quenches the thirst of my loved ones on that side
It rejoices in their mirth, woes in their sorrow
Frivolous, polite and charming like a bride;

It brings me remorse, who drew this line 
Through hearts of love, demarking this side and that?
They are not me and I am not them
And no one knows the reason for that;

When I kiss the ripples every morning and night
I see my sweetheart’s eyes going down with shy
The water drops from her question me, I am at loss
Why in this land and what for am I?

Yet tomorrow morning I will lead the charge of my army
Into my mother’s land from my motherland
I’m the Major of this side of the border’s sky
I fight to live and live to fight- 

And there’s absolutely no chance of asking why??

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It Matters

As the morning sun rose, it did say
“Who’s there, on earth, so trustworthy
To follow my movements throughout the day?”

Out spoke the sunflower
“It’s me, my Lord, in that bower.
Through the day though come what may
I’ll follow you foot-steps in sun and shower.”

It kept its words and the sun gasped
Fidelity as this had never before shaped.

The mid-day sun did eloquently sail
“On earth is there anyone so brave
To face my wrath at full scale?”

The leaves rustled and the old banyan grunted
“I’ll and though you burn me with all your might
Won’t let a ray pass by my sight
Shade under me will be intact, all right.”

The sun increased its wrath and waned
The tree remained firm, sacrifice left the sun shamed.

The setting sun spoke before it did flip
“Who’s there, on earth
To carry out my duty when I am asleep?”

The little fire-fly woke up and flew
“Though I do not burn as bright as bright as you
Yet I’ll shine through all the night
To make a small difference I’ll fight.”

The sun was done, it hath failed
Commitment as this had him nailed.

These small differences kept the earth going that day
The moon did shine, everything was fine
The sun rested assured
“Fire of character is stronger than mine.”

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If It Is Worth All the Trouble

And there I am trying to figure out

If it is worth all the trouble!


When every morning

You wake up to a new fight

To pick pieces from a broken relationship

And glue each piece and hold them tight

Only to see them break away

To fragments when they go out of sight

By the time you get to sleep

It’s a long dark lonely night


I dream of beautiful times

You, me and everything all right

I remain awake to keep sleep

From forcing into my dreams, my plight

As time creeps along, snatching my moments

Beyond the horizon I see the new day light

I know not why but I have a faint feeling

A feeling of another lost fight


And there I am trying to figure out

If it is worth all the trouble!

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Unspoken Words- Unpicked Hints-

I always thought if
I could tell you the truth.
But somehow,
The words were never spoken.
Went through them again and again
But could hardly speak them.
So they were wasted.
Unspoken words.
Unheard words. 

I always thought if
You could pick the hints.
But somehow,
The hints I gave were never picked.
Kept throwing them again and again
But you hardly noticed.
So they were wasted.
Unpicked hints.
Useless hints.

I always thought
Life would be great together.
You and me.
Had I spoken the word.
Had you picked the hint.
And there we are.
In lives that are close, yet so far.
Successful lives.
Incomplete lives.

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The Rose

I kept the rose on my table
The most beautiful flower I’d seen
Given to me by someone I love
Perfect and pristine

The rose lay on my table
Its romance with the bees just finished
Away from the virgin gardens
Picked and plucked

The rose had no regrets though
It had seen this happen; every-time
A love sacrificed
To see a love blossom

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The Forsaken

She allowed him to ease onto her
His hands slowly caressed her soft face
His body felt heavy on her but she did not complain
As his fingers got entangled in her hair she shivered a little.
For long she had waited for this night to come
That it would come this way, she could scarcely believe.

She closed her eyes and called her God. 
There was little else that she could do
She had bartered herself into the enemy’s hand
Hoping her family would be safe as they had said
His hands dropped from her face and moved below.
She closed her eyes and called her God again.

Her womanhood insulted, she lay in silence beside him
There was no cloth on her, but she did not feel naked anymore
She had no reasons to be ashamed in a shameless world.
She knew her God had forsaken her
It was a mistake to be a woman during a war
Or to be a woman at all.

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Longing...

It’s been quite some time.

The wind blows.
The lightening flashes.
The clouds thunder.
The dry leaves whisper.

With a bated breath I await
The arrival of the first rains
Scented earth, drenched roads
Steaming coffee, nonsense talks; my paradise

But before it could pitter-patter
The sun comes out, the wind stops
My hopes take a backseat; I resign;
With a sad realization

It’s been quite some time now.

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I Remember the Times...

I remember the times… 
I came early only to stand at a distance and watch 
You waiting for me, fidgeting with your hair 
Frowning because I was late. 

I remember the times… 
I thought about all the stories to tell 
When you were around, whiling time 
To see that you-good-for-nothing smile. 

I remember the times… 
I danced all alone, holding your hand 
Practicing every step with care 
Wanting it to be perfect the first time. 

I remember the times… 
We fought like the kids on the road 
Teased each other with everything we know 
Cursing and swearing as we went back home. 

I remember the times… 
You told me you could never love that guy 
A false sense of satisfaction washing my heart 
As you held my hand and did cry. 

I remember the times… 
He walked into your life, and asked for you 
You looked into my eyes, sought my advice 
And then walked out of mine. 

I remember the times… 
You came clean with all your lies 
You lowered your eyes. 
You kissed me and said the worst of all goodbyes.

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Soliloquy

In wilderness, on an insignificant milestone
I sit and reflect all alone.
In the vastness of the road, behind and ahead
Of the smiles shared and the tears shed.

Memories trespass and shred my thought;
Queerness, some borrowed some bought.
The road has been a friend, a bad friend
It gives you company but leaves you drained.

When on the road, people come and go
A few stay for a drink or a draw.
Some conversations happen that never should
A few remain unsaid, rarely understood.

I get up and begin my stroll,
To the horizons that beckon my soul.
A confusion stills lingers on, I hardly share
Is being lost better than going nowhere?

Name: Shreetam Subhrankar
Contest: Just Write
Date:08/14/2011