Quicksand

Down to the scorching sun of ever-pungent summer,

How frequently things do change, as if witnessing a plunder,

The blue lake was so pacific i saw just a moment before,

The zephyre too was so cool, blowing right across the shore,

Didn't know when it all happened,the sun started burning,

The lake dried, the zephyre died and the leaves stopped rustling,

I looked for a respite and yes, i found one forever,

She emerged out to be an illusive mirage,

Dragging me towards the quicksand of love ridden desert...

---SUMAN D.R.

NOW AND THEN

A piece of paper
One torn wrapper
I spent my days with
Some innocent prayer,

I shaped wet soil
I touched green leaves
I fed little insects
There was so much zeal

Far from all worries
I slept at serene nights
When i din hav to care
what's dream and what's nightmare

Wonder why grew so fast
To be part of this drama as a cast
Where i hav to keep track
What i gained and why i lost.......

---S.D.R.

DESTINATIONS

Pity on me for what I've been,

Pity on me for what I haven't seen

I've been flown away all the way by the waves,

All the way with the motion.

I could see all my destinies

On the other side of the river

They heckled me for the way I am me,

Tormented me for the way I could'nt see,

The possibilities of future.

I saw them move away,

I let them go further away;

Never making an attempt to combat,

Never knowing that I'm the cornered cat..


Now I wonder what's the change,

Why can't I ignore the visions in my range,

Why do I feel that I shouldn't think,

That an upstream should be an uphill thing..


Destinations have come and gone to the darkness of oblivion,

Except this new feeling breaking my heart and smashing my soul to frustration,

I kept asking myself whether this feeling is a destination,

Then I realized, this feeling is the PATH,

Which takes me to YOU,my DESTINATION......

---- by SUMAN DUTTA ROY.