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It’s crumbled up madness
Lines in verge of fade,
With each tear
Falling as I cave,

It’s my reflection
That’s unrecognizably changed,
Life and death intertwined,
Why do we love in vain?

It’s too high a price,
Age has made us pay
As I stand upon your grave
Holding the letter, forever unsent.

-Sanghamitra Chakrabarty

Copyright © 2015

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My death came with the mask of my loved one.
I wasn’t prepaired for the blow when it lend me one.
And then the chances of my survival were none.
Seems to me they weren’t going back leaving this undone.
And then I was 6 feet under.
Smell of betrayal was still on my sleeves.
Can’t get down with the fact they were the only one
Who knew me
I thought I knew them well.
But the well I was lying in,bleeding was the proof
I didn’t.


You know
I trusted you
more than anything
I could’ve bet my life on you

But when you said that
“one day you will surely change
’cause everyone I knew
has hurted me in a way or two
I can’t trust you anyhow”

you didn’t realised how big a blow you have lend me to take

you broked me in two
a happy half who loved you
a broken half I have lost ’cause of you

The one you can’t grow without

We celebrate 5 sep as Teacher’s day here .. So I wrote a poem for one of my teachers .. There was too much pressure of exams so I got no time to upload it earlier.. Hope you people like it .  🙂

Once, God parts some of his inocence
And pours it down on earth
The conscious inocence open it’s eyes
Looking here & there thinking this world is absurd
It tries to walk, but couldn’t bend its knees
It looked around and imitate how to speak
Time came when it could no longer implement what it saw
It askes for help but it gets somthing more

Someone held it’s arm and saw in its glittering eyes
Someone, without it could never glide
A kite ready to fly without a thread
That someone let his thoughts spread
So that, that inocence learn to live a life
Someone who taught it , where the beauty lies
Someone who taught it , how silence can bring peace
Someone who taught it , morals of life
Someone who taught it , that this is only once to come by
The little inocence could feel, this is going to end
And that someone could see their path to part away
Little inocence may never get that someone back
But those words of that someone still remains with it till it breaths its last

“they start to mould us into the image they saw in us
From the second we hatch
A work no craftman can match”

Thanks to all the teachers or anyone who teaches us something in our life for teaching us such valuable things.