Thoughts to Words

A blood red hue, Casted by a spell, Of influential gravity. The time has come, To glorify the moon. Poets gazing and falling for it, Enamoured of its beauty. Stars suffering from inferiority complex, Though they continue to twinkle, For the cosmic show must go on. Bow down to the diva, All the limelight is hers tonight. ©songbriti

Searching for my identity, I entered a maze, Facing inexorable twists and turns, Lost in the "Who am I?" riddle, Exploring different choices, I pray to find my answer one fine day. ©songbriti

The wide cracks on the gilded walls, Of the bedroom and the hall, Stuffed with beads of laughter and tears, Whimper in despair. Incandescent bulbs throttled by darkness, Shine and get burnt in their own light. Tinted window glasses, Taciturn by nature, Chug on bottles of loneliness, In the absence of any interference. When relationships die a sudden death, Even inanimate objects are in a quandary, About the last rites. ©songbriti

If we are proud to be India's child, Then let us protect her life with love and peace forever, That is the least we can do for Mother India. ©songbriti

Comforting view of the calm sea, A few stars twinkling, The moon smiling enticingly at them. Relaxing on a chaise longue, In search of a muse I wait, With a bait. A muse so powerfully inspiring, Patting the mind perpetually, Using a perfect rhetoric, Seducing it to inscribe words freely. Inhibitions thrown away, Pen spilling ink charmingly, Alluring pages to be a part of immortality, And dedicate their lives to poetry. ©songbriti

My Dear Mind, I sometimes wonder what would happen if I were to really make you my partner in crime and implement all those murders we plan and execute mercilessly in the imaginary world. ©songbriti

Lullabied by tears, I slip into the unconscious world, Seven hours vanish. The night is over, Let us not discuss history, For parts of it will forever be mysteries. The next day, I wake up listening to two words, "Good Morning." Good- the lie Morning- the truth I repeat the words like a parrot, And, get out of my cozy bed. ©songbriti

I am the windstorm, Keep your heart away from me. I have a hobby, I love crushing that emotional organ, And walking over its broken pieces. A word of warning it is, Smart brains take it seriously, The blustering is about to begin, Avert your misery dearie. ©songbriti

I am not the best. I am not the worst. I am floating in mediocrity. Where it is totally okay to be 'okay'. Do I need to work harder? No. Should I relax a little more? Not at all. I am  alright. I am fine. The perks of mediocrity are not that bad you see. Am I making sense? Somewhat atleast? Being the best and the worst, consumes a lot of time, energy and money! I am not guilty and I am not proud. I am only existing in an average life with situations taking their own course. I have no enemies because I am no one's competition. I have no friends because being one another's acquaintance is suitable enough. When I am okay with being okay. Why are you having imaginations about me being supernal or infernal? ©songbriti

Protected by the mighty mountains, Walking around the tea gardens, Winds delivering my happiness, Waterfalls purifying all the energy, The Land of White Orchids, Nature's magic and gift, Kurseong- this place will always be my heaven. ©songbriti

Scars old but never ageing, Giving access to trauma, Trauma slithering into my soul, Rupturing its foundation. Air falling victim to situations, Contaminating particles dying to die, Particles comprising of residues, Residues of events unasked for, Walls of courage demolished. Day pulling the suppressed pain, Catapulting it into the night, Night soaking in the flood of tears, Tears gasping for emancipation. Scars old but never ageing, Feeding on a dead corpse, A dead corpse which people call Life. ©songbriti

To Me, I am disgusted. I am angry. I am frustrated. I am tired. I am at the verge of losing hope. Every time a woman is raped, abused or molested I feel helpless. How hard is it to practice humanity? How hard is it to stop blaming the victim? How hard is it to be a society which beats the devil out of those scoundrels who commit such heinous crimes? These questions have been raised a million times and with time these questions have been silenced by the game of power. Dear Women, I want you to know that you are not alone. There are souls who still believe in justice and in humanity. Who know that you are NOT the one who is to be blamed for the monstrous act committed by those rapists/ abusers/molesters. It could be someone from your family, it could be a stranger, it could be your spouse too. No matter who it is, it is NOT OK and it NEVER WILL BE. Please stand up and fight your battle. Yes I know that is easier said than done but if you let go and do not do anything a milli...

I stirred the leftovers of positivity, I had saved it ages ago, In case I would need it, During emergencies. In my own time zone, I prepared a potion, Dipped my personalized sword in it, My pen became the sharpest. I slaughtered all the negativity, There I stood peacefully, Victoriously rather, Without a drop of bloodshed. ©songbriti

Pages, Separated from a notebook, Less stories, More of ideas scribbled. Creative brainstorming, College days and memories, Corner seat and my own world, My freaking life's bank, Made huge profits! Those pages, Living as guests, Safely in my new notebook, Preserving a part of me. Scribbling and being carefree, One...two...three... Neat shots of joy, I used to gulp down every bit of it. A joint venture between two opposites- Fantasy and Reality. These kind of partnerships, Purely disastrous! Don't even think about it! I should've never signed the contract, Reality, you finally got me. O God of Creativity, Save my empire of Fantasy! ©songbriti

Little paws, Playing hide and seek, Fluffy brown tail out, Head hidden under the bed. Anger on his sharp nails, Scratches anyone who is annoying. Lives the life of a boss, Walks stylishly, With head held high. "Meow Meow", Cuteness alert! My furry sibling, His eyes are sparkling, He is here to win your heart! ©songbriti

One blue moon night when his twinkling blue eyes caught my attention, I went stark raving mad about *brilliant blue* since then ! ©songbriti

Hunting me down, Feeding on my flesh. On a solo trip I went, Unprepared for vultures. "The world is not that bad a place." I thought to myself. All my faith went down the drain. Should I wait for justice? Good joke. Forgive your sins? I am not that great. I prefer doing a makeover for you, Chopping off your balls, Teaching you to grow some manhood, Making you a man, Injecting humanity into your veins. Once I am done, You are free to play the victim. And bark, "I want justice." ©songbriti

Smoking the cigarette, Driving in the steep road, Mountains gazing at him, The fog faces an identity crisis. He lights another cigarette, Adding more power to the smog, His health and our environment, Sniff in some good amount of hell. In the vicinity of his lungs, His heart then waged a war, Shackled his wrongdoings, Dumped packets of pseudo-liberation. The fog found its identity, Mountains narrated the history, Retaining the lost sceptre, His heart beat for justice and liberty. ©songbriti

"I love you." She expressed confidently. I rewinded my memories... Confusion all over my cells, Weren't my eyes loud enough? My bad! Love is not blind. Your heart is! *Slow claps* for you, Close all the doors and leave. Wear your brain, Skate away with your heart. Hello Eyes! Kindly stop watering. ©songbriti

Trust was torn to shreds, Floods of betrayal hit the heart, Love could barely be traced. Couple of days later, A reliever came forward to help, Hoping to find the lost love. Weary heart, Victim of prolonged cruelty, Hugged death that night. ©songbriti

There are times when I might walk away without giving an explanation, May be because the answer I am seeking is hidden in you. No one else will ever be able to locate me, Owing to the fact that the only person having a clue about my hideout is you. ©songbriti

When she has a share of your mother's love, When she slaps you right in the face for your misbehavior, When you both kick asses together, When eye contact is a crucial part of your communication, When you are each other's first priority, no matter which Prince Charming you are dating... Yes, I am coming to the point now, Best friends are forever, so thinking about letting them go for your petty ego is not even in the picture! ©songbriti

My past is flawed, My present is suffering. Your future has to be a bright one, Move away from my shadow, Blocking the light from your life, My peace lies in your well-being, I live only for you smile. ©songbriti

Raise a toast to your life! While you are welcoming this New Year with a smile today, keep the power of resilience ready for the upcoming twists in the game! Happy 2018! God Bless! Love and Regards, Songbriti