POETRY : MEANT TO FADE AWAY

MEANT TO FADE AWAY…

There was a world free of care,

Where time didn’t fly, and people didn’t stare,

Where the meadows remained green,

Yes, there was a time; there had to be;

A time, somewhere in between.

When love not glitter, united brothers,

When there stood a helping hand,

At every street, at every bend,

To dust off all blues,

To be the human, the human god had sent!

The fields were endless, the greenery magnified,

Where we were rocked our lives’ cradle,

Yes there was a time; there had to be;

A time, simple yet mystified.

What we are now and what we were ages back,

What we could have been…

What lies today are just memories,

Now scrambled on paper,

We try and fail everyday to mend our lives astray,

Yes, there was a time; there had to be;

A time, meant to fade away.

(c)SANGBID KUNDU

                                                                                                      2012

POETRY : SUFFOCATION

SUFFOCATION

Something snaps; pulls me underneath,

With sheer gust and overwhelming strength,

I know I can resist, but I can’t fight!

His resolve remains unquestioned.

I am a frail, tethered leaf,

How shall I fight the multitudes?

How shall I seek my way?

Through this unnerving crescendo!

Never belittle life, they say.

We chose what we chose to be,

Yet I feel that fallacious drive,

To blame my alter-ego at futility!

Why can’t I give in?

To this suffocating paranoia!

I am not gasping for breath,

I am in dire need for.

Deep down my haunted past,

Something flickers…

I wish I was bold enough!

I wish I hadn’t dawdled;

At the expense of uncertainty!

The longings are no longer mine,

I didn’t know when I was sweetly strangled,

I don’t know, why a day fades away,

Moments came and moments went,

I wish I could turn away…

(C) SANGBID KUNDU

2012

POETRY: MY PREDICAMENT

 I was here,

And I hold in my heart all my friends close and dear.

If I was gone tomorrow, would people even care? 

Would they even notice that I was not there? 

I know some people would not be upset about me

Those people, at my funeral I would not see.

If no one was there, I would be sad, 

But in a way, I would be glad.

I don't want anyone to be sad that I am not here, 

I don't want them to be sad or even shed a tear.

I want to see them with a smile on their face, 

And not to see sadness in this case, 

I just want them to be happy that they knew me, 

And for them to know that I am finally set free.

I will still be around anyhow, 

Even though they cannot see me now.

I'll still be here to help heal hearts, 

Maybe now I can stop the pain before it starts.

So do not be sad that I have gone away, 

Because in your heart, I will stay.

As long as you continue to believe, 

There is no real reason to grieve.

I'll still be around somewhere near, 

And you can call on me, and I'll be here.

(C)

SANGBID KUNDU

2010

POETRY: A RELINQUISHED NIGHTMARE

I felt an exuberant upbeat,
With heavenly attires prest at my feet
Not long ago I was fragmented
Happiness was no longer my friend…
It left me…
For now lived an empty heart in an empty soul.
Strangely enough though…I felt,
As if some quest was beckoning me,
I went deep into the ocean of thoughts…
In vain, conjecturing the future.
But the future looked ominous, I must say,
With events so dreadful, hideous for the eyes
I say not because I thought so
But because it shook even the heavenly skies.
The milieu was no longer mellow, the skies glared,
Oh! What a sight that was... A sight pleading for mercy.
Quite a fusion it was… the moment,
I cannot quite simplify.
With thorns akin to my life’s darkest of ordeals,
Were lain out and they had gone into the horizon…

That endeavor was nothing like before,
My nightmare reveals.
I felt as if I lay in chains…
Bounded by my very own suspicion,
In sheer desperation, I let out a yell.
Suddenly the tide turned and my pain began to cease,
Not in jiffy though but rather peevishly,
As if, it did not want to go away.
Then I felt my pulse rate slowing…
I gave the nightmare second thoughts and let it merge…
Amidst my memories of disdain.



SANGBID KUNDU
Oct,2009

(C) sangbid kundu
2009-10

POETRY: MUDPITS

Across roads and pathways, 

They lay plaintive; cursed in agony; 

Never to speak up again.

They lie in various knots and often jut, 

Protruding out from a hated circumference, 

Some lie peacefully asleep, 

Beneath apple wood and elms.

The agile, the swift and the ones emboldened, 

Seethe with rage, but only with reckoning to hindsight

They arise in apt predicaments, the mudpits.

م 

Tiny huge, clumsy and shallow, 

Blemished pretty faces-

With nothing more than a jarred descend, 

The hurt the ones less wary and nimble, 

With ruthless intent.

Only when the blasé time draws its curtains, 

Will they stop, with ceased recurring, 

For now at least, the mudpits continue....

(c) SANGBID KUNDU

2010