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

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2009-10