Teenage dream

Round n’ round we go

Scream n’ shout we did

Hop n’ hopped the ropes

Jump and jumped the bounds

Rip n’ ripped the boards

Rebelled n’ rebels we were

Chase n’ chased that will

Love and loved our thrills.

Fight n’ fought no cause

Smoke n’ smoked the fun

Pump n’ pumped we were

Its teen and teenage dreams

Taunt n’ haunt the kids

Old n’ the older still

Fast n’ faster we passed

each race and raced in time

Fly n’ flew we past

All times and timed age

the Passions n' passionate affairs

of the teens and teenage dreams. 

Subharthi Guha

1 Nov 2013

Reverie

Flirting sunshine in shades of grey,

hints for a smile on a busy day.

Colored glasses reflecting a hidden soul,

by and by the smiles begin to grow.

Reduced tempo of the tapping toes,

pause awhile into sudden glare.

Absorbing fortunes from the star,

brings hope in you untold.

The shades of pastel with changing light,

reveals an art beyond the frame.

All travelers of searching soul,

draw close to a satisfying end.

As the clouds of doubts disappear,

to radiant gleam and twinkling eyes.

Looking at the heavens above,

we have, have found our dreams.

Subharthi Guha 

30 Oct 2013

The intrepid

Oh what a fool I've been,

laying in memories for time being.

In the whole enchilada I see,

associates back to familiarity.

Have come a long long way, 

thorough missions in a tragic past.

Haunting in the glory of bygone

wane to find anew each day.

But time is no excuse,

For the one that strives for verity,

if one is true to own divine,

there’s no pain but sovereignty.

As only a mighty
can fight the war of hope within,

to amend the very thought,

from slothful habitual undertaking.

It’s that slightest change

sets apart ones every resolution,

bringing life to a definitive conclusion.

Kindling the passions of love and accord,

to steer every consequential action.

and bring peace within mind and soul,

together they'd stay and live unafraid.      

28 Oct 2013

Legacy

In a world filled of amused melodies,

we’re often distracted by cacophony,
In a life engulfed in laughter,
many a brave have had shed a tear.

In reasons we believe,

yet words betray the truth,
In love we trust but,
the hate eats in you a bit.
In all wonders of coincidences,
at times we find ourselves offbeat.
In the youth of surprised enthusiasm,
memories and flesh wear out in time.
In dreams a future we revere,
but the past unsettles in you a bit.

Through a life of assured opportunities,

there are questions if we’re truly free.
For if the heavens quake to thunder,
tis only to soften the land under.
Then we must avenge all compromise and dogma,
and thus in our legacy we shall be free.

 Subharthi Guha

18 April 2013

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.