Be Patient

Feeling so weak
I’m dying as if
There’s no willingness
to survive

Gotta try harder,
need to endure
the aches which I’m going through now

Great thing would come
only when old wounds would heal.

Be patient.

Amid the darkness

Amid the darkness
In the midst of gloom and misery
She is contemplating life’s essence.

Between Light and dark, 
Are any of them wholly good or bad?

There’s the darkness that frightens
There’s darkness that calms
It also quietens
All those fears of distress which we’ve

In those long nights of trepidation
By savoring our isolation
It exposes us to our own bygone reflection

likewise, light brings joy by illuminating the world
In the form of fire, extinguish everything as well
With an unmatchable wrath
It silences everything, shutting all of life in a split flash.

The world always stays in balance
Both light and dark coexist in congruence

It’s us who manipulate.
They become, what the bearers always wishes it to be

No one but night with tears on her face
Watches besides her
Witnessing a world filled with forever despair

Life burn, souls get humiliated on its funeral pyre
Ashes intensified the darkest desires
She immersed herself in fire to let the light grow
Fire doesn’t hurt her anymore
She is blessed.
Deep in the dark, the gleam would fight the endless night.

She becomes her

Million miles of distance
doesn’t lessen the star’s shimmering radiance

flawlessly resembling her alluring pre-eminence
A glimpse would strike my heart with a soothing trance
I would move, but go nowhere

My standstill eyes would seek one more fleeting glance
The presence of an ocean of silence echoing the distance

Aggravating to witness the mirage with qualm
Indefinable is this wayward sight of another person’s soul
How much shall I eulogize, how much shall I extol
A stranger I am, concealed from her, straightway invisible.

Memories in search of an identity

Who are you and what are you up to?
Not sure of your identity somehow
Still looking for the real you within yourself
You are what you actually are and you would become what you’re supposed to be.

Looking for answers won’t define you
cause the answers lie deep within you
Are you even sure of the questions you are asking?
Why are you so afraid to be who you are?

It’s okay to be a no one. People discriminate, life doesn’t
You cannot let go of the memories, even if it tears you apart.
Even if it brings back all the suffering in the whole world.
Let it beat like a second heart, let it warm you up from the inside,
But you never turn your back.

Times would go by; memories will last;
Days would decease, nights would come to a halt
The present might be an embargo, but it would leave behind the past.
A time would come, when that heart of yours would eliminate the bad
Wait, have patience till the memories last,
Let it evoke a part of you that’s no more yours,
But don’t stop loving the present,

There would be times, when you would like to roll back the clock,
to be with those memories reminisce,
don’t overlook them, but don’t live there as well
they are not as perfect as they look from here
they might be your keys to happiness, but then again are those who are with you right now.

memories can be deceiving too,
they might not be what they actually are.
Sometimes they are just a fictional construct of your heart
An ideal restoration of a darker past.

~ tapanjena

Me & You

A travelogue of my voyages
A narrative of my adventures, my wanderlust
All of it begin from you and end at you

These chronicles of my escapade
Are not merely a fictional account
All of it echoes my search for you

Through the seven seas and countless nations
I try to unearth the happiness to be with you

Couldn’t find any trace of you,
Punished for seeking you

To find you, I’ve walked around the whole world,
Still walking, still confused, wandering across for you

And my heart goes numb….

In the faraway mountains, I heard your voice,
Near the holy river, I felt your soothing touch;

They say you are fiction from my imagination,
But how could it be, if I can imagine you, dream about you,
How could it be, when your thoughts make my heart go numb;

The poem with no name – II

there’s something deeper to life than what our eyes see,
there’s more to the freedom of soul than what we consider to be free,

they say, the world’s so strange,
won’t it be, if we failed to comprehend!!

Rumi and me

That was the day she broke down the fence
To fly towards her secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment,

To move further with sheer confidence;
Was certain to leave her nightmares behind, she was indefatigable and ardent

Finally the time has come to reclaim her life;

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