Cafe

Wondering at the lightning in shades of dismay

Will you ever find her a day?

What if these thoughts are a mere delusion

and that she was'nt born to date. 

For this poem sake let us go on,

and consider she is amongst us here on.

Sitting beside in this very cafe,

reading a book with no acknowledgement of you at all

 Should one stand up to address her

or continue on the coffee sitting here,

Feeling as though you were born a second ago,

with childish fear of the past you can’t seem to let go.

 You wait and wait but time seems a still

and the lunch break nears an end,

But you continue to gaze at the beautiful soul

with an illusion your desk and work can wait.

 Now one knows not the truth of life

or post this moment if you’ll seek her anymore,

Or if this magic that lifts your soul

would happen this once or ever again 

Her hair at length falls down upon

and eyes that look up with no question at all,

You hope and hope for that glance of love

to look into you and smile just once...

As you stepped out that door together

the eyes met and acknowledged the other,

Before you turned and part seperate ways

for a moment she did make magic come real.

And perhaps you shall never meet again

But one is now sure that the hope of her

will never be 'Unreal'.

Subharthi Guha

23_10_2012

 

Truth

In search of truth, is all of mankind,

yet we know not the means to reach.

we see hunger and abundance share a common evil,

and young dreams of greatness, with time,

reduce to a blurry visions
of survival, power and fame.

Soon, too much cloud gathers over the horizon

delaying to reach your goals each-day.

Patience, is a virtue of the poor

and life itself belongs to the cruel survivor.

Words become a timeless cause,

for the one that choose to waste it all.

Energy as a form that is life

to be expended on creation and work alone.

All life then is not the chase but

a steady mesh knitted in time,

until the very end you’ve  weaved it through,

far too strong to be broken by mankind.

                                                                      
                                                            subharthi_26th June 2012

free-dome

In lonely walks and club house jives,

At office desks and sunny park dives,

We never stop nor hit a pause,

Continually think to weave our thoughts.

In the strangest sight and darkest hour,

All knit and stacked aside.

The slightest pain with shadowy joys,

Foolishly they play, yet together they lay.

With sudden twists, brings new  hope,

the twinkling eyes reveal your mind.

We choose to wind or with heads down and grind,

triggers a life with the past behind.

In many a thoughts, we let it astray,

twinging paths and numerous days,

An illusion that is time, allures the way,

For this freedom we lived, someone have had to pay.

the bout

If I pass by this tunnel of sorrow,
would I see the gleam of hope? 
If you bought me anew life tomorrow,
could I then live so hollow?
For I was once a king too proud,
with knees afar from the ground,
but oh life you came so strong,
the earth never felt this bound.

Come rise my blood and pump those veins,
for I would then live again.
You know somehow that I shall win,
through courage of the lost king.
For I was born to live the dream,
and no one, not life, can stop that will.
The will to rise, the will to rule,
the will so strong, that life would kneel.
For I can see and I can do,
which makes all things, that is you. 


                                         - 12/04 subharthi

FIND...

Many a years go passing by,
as the mind reads a possible illusion,
but through the vision it knows,
that you must change for a better tomorrow.

If you haven't found then don't u stop,
don't rest, just keep moving.
Life is just this once,
and through it one shall know,
neither heaven nor hell
can blow away,
the doings of a man on earth.

There are no ends to meet,
just the continuous living change
and the only thing you'll ever own,
is yourself.
So nurture, care, shape it
as your gift to the world.

Focus is the key,
say 'yes' more than 'no' in a day,
for things you're not sure.
In every question lies a hidden opportunity,
as you must be willing to lose.. to Find,

for no one knows how much you can…


                                                - Subharthi Guha _ 20 mar 2012