You opened me
tore me
broke me
all in one glance

You caught me
took me
kept me
in that glance

I couldn't see
couldn't feel
couldn't move
all in one glance

I stayed and
hoped and
prayed
in your glance

You changed me
along with
everything i knew
in that glance

If I gave you my soul,
would you read each page.
Scribble notes of interest
and know me.
Would you take the time,
to help tape the seams.
Would you mend,
the fragility of my soul.
It tears and rips,
easily, emotionally.

My bones ache
Like crumbling stone cliffs
Constantly battered
By a sea of exhaustion.

Happy, ****, warm or cold
I can't change the story that has
already been told.

Time is a hard thing to *****
Can't steal back the smallest shard
Guard best with strongest barred rack
Still lack! You reap no reward


It will be lost while in sight
Trust not might it won't change cost
Frost cannot freeze its swift flight
Each bite to its track is tossed


So we will climb and take note
In rhythm float moment's rhyme
And mime love's light chime gloat
Each dote to stop ticking time

He was burning to ask the question
We sat down and talked
A nice dinner, but he was sweating the whole time.
Dessert came and so did a ring.
Right there in the cold desert
Cold like my answer would be.
Down on one knee
He spoke four words
With so many people around.
Did he really love me?
I didn't want to be another trophy
Trapped
"No"

Never mind all the fancy ways
that one can say

I love you
I miss you

I'll just keep it plain
and show you my pain.

A flower so close to bloom,
Conjuring love, courage, and wisdom
To know it is loved.
A flower hidden between the rocks,
Under a bridge,
Waiting to be discovered;
Waiting for someone willing to unwind a path,
Someone to trek through the *****, unseen pavement.
A flower,
Caged to the ground,
Lonely, but deserving.
It notices someone reaching down.
Someone with scratches, bruises,
Covered in dirt, leaves in their hair,
And a small path carved behind them.

my socialization meter is down to zero
I’d be happier if I was the only one
but no one else thinks that two.

they’re right when they say a crowd is three.
but what am I asking four?
loneliness instead of a high five?

haven’t been this antisocial since age six.
I’m supposed to be there by seven
but it’s still the morning; maybe eight.

I might be over it a little by nine,
but I’ll never feel like a full ten.

Bravery is getting through the day
unscathed by monotony and routine.

I met a woman
brutal in her mercy.

Her embrace was a clinch
to prevent hard blows.
She pulled me close to push me away.
Seeing my nakedness
she leant me a dream
of chainmail and shield.
Taking love from me she gave a reprieve
to a mind resigned to the slow death of feeling.

Ignoring my words she heard
my faint silent heartbeat and
understood that it was music
too quiet for the world to hear
and turned it up louder
than I could stand.
I wept in my deafness
as she danced.

please excuse my miscommunication
I didn't need it growing up
all I needed was the consistent dedication
to escape from where I was

please look past my fragile heart
it grew in place of the stone
I don't care about my emotionless art
by to lose the few hits solid bone

reprieve the foundation I can never find
stability was never my forté
I seek instead for a solid state of mind
or at least that's what I claim

forgive me for my transgressions
they were not meant in vain
I don't live up well to expectations
I only thinly mask their blame

That pure innocent smile,
Your childish face and that side profile,
Your silky hair and that perfect hairstyle,
Would never forget you.
**** I miss you!

The touch of your smooth skin,
That beautiful little chin,
Your blushy cheeks and that grin,
Still I adore you.
**** I miss you!

Those big dope eyes,
That ****** nose ,
Those size 7 feet and pinky toes.
Your medications and Ayurvedic dose.
Wish again to feel you.
**** I miss you!

Baby I still remember,
that freezy December,
The day we fell off the scooter,
Your ****** buggy computer.
Our first date and the perfect kiss,
That raining night we spent in balcony
When you burnt the toast and macrony,
That birthday card you made me,
Helping in projects and assignments,
You taking care when I got sick,
I recall all those perfect memories of you,
still there's a place for you,
**** I miss you!

I wish you would have waited,
I would have come back,
But I can't blame you,
It was me who needed the space,
The fault is my OWN!
So I am the one left ALONE! :'(

I offered my heart
Little by little
Piece by piece
You took it all
After you left
And now I must live heartless

Out of love
I worked for you
Sacrificed for you
Fought for you
Out of love
I bled for you
Built my life around you
Only to find you......
Out of love

Isn't it funny
How things come and go?
The world's still spinning
Whether you like it or not.
I'm so sorry the world
Doesn't revolve around you.
Now run along child
And complain to someone new.

Sa bawat sandaling  pumapatak
Isa lamang ang tiyak
Mundo ay aking hawak
Bulong ng isipang may pakpak

Heto nanaman, heto nanaman
Baliktad na yata ang aking orasan
Puso't isip ay nagugulumihan
Sa ilalim ng matirik na buwan

Mga pangungusap ay di maawat
Parang pangarap na pilit inaakyat
Tumigil kana at ako'y napupuyat
Isip ko'ng sa gabi laging nakamulat

Ang nais niya ako ay diktahan
Lasunin ang isip ng kasinungalingan
Iwanang hubad at sugatan
Patayin ng unti-unti at marahan

Siya'y pilit na nakikipag-talo
Ngunit hinding-hindi ako magpapatalo
Sumikat na nag umaga't walang nanalo
Ngunit tila mata ko yata ang talo

Black is my favorite color,
    for this I wish to only see black.

Black is not just for the night,
    nor set aside for death.

Black is not owned by the shadows,
    nor bent for the broken hearted.

Black is my intimate thrill,
    for it's the color I see as my lips kiss you.

Join a poetry group
for chatty composing
laughter and learning

Why would I bring to you dead flowers, when I can put you among living ones.

Love (down)

I love you
And you will never hear me say
That I don't
I know
We are meant to be
I can't believe that you think
You're not beautiful
I'm sorry but
You are mine
You can never say that
I'm lying

Evol (up)

Rain on me,
For I have been longing to be free.
Lost in my world, needlessly.

Rain on me,
For I am too tired and I need sleep.
This world is a herd and I cannot be its sheep.

Rain on me,
And show me the way.
This place is empty and I cannot stay.

Rain on me,
It has been too long.
I am sick and tired of pretending to be strong.

Rain on me,
I want to see the lightning pierce the sky.
As the thunder roars and the clouds fly.

Rain on me,
Let the winds take my mind to another land.
No one needs to know and no one needs to understand.







Tanay Sengupta, Copyright © 2018. All Rights Reserved.

They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love."
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."

And I don’t mean The Impossible Dream, because the only thing impossible is that one can never reach the end and, in one sense, maybe the quest is the end unto itself.

If one can never reach the end of the quest
Is the quest, then, an impossible dream?
Or is the quest the end unto itself?

Or, maybe, the quest is the end unto itself.

There is no such thing as an impossible dream
Because the only thing impossible is that one can never reach the end
And, in one sense, maybe the quest is the end unto itself

I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.

A diamond,
A race,
A chase,
Such a ****** shame.
A grip,
A shriek,
A sigh.
When She came.

A sword,
A neck,
A thigh,
Silver rich the name.
A twist,
A turn,
A sword will burn,
With forbidden flame.

I don’t care how
or care what you do
to make it happen;
I just told you
make me shine
so slather me in turpentine.

I want the sun to shrink
and the world turn dark,
when she’ll no longer rise
after she rests her eyes
upon my fiery spark.

I want the moon to swoon
and raise the tides
when he looks for the sun,
but instead
it’s my beauty that he finds.

I want the stars to bow down
and shower me in gold
when I shine brighter
and reach higher
than the stars of old.

I want storms to make
the world stir
when I walk upon
their earth,
no matter what it’ll take.

I don’t care
if it kills me;
just answer my plea.
I just want, so badly,
to shine,
so slather me in turpentine.

The universe loves a bad joke.

"How are you?"

"I’m fine."

fine, fine like mother’s china,
breaking with a touch.
fine, fine like a fair maiden,
for whom only tragedy awaits.
fine, like the thread of life,
flimsy and anxious.
I’m fine,
thanks.

as ruas do coração dela
estavam desertos
ela não tinha nada
para ajudar cidades
que ela não tinha visto

ela estava sozinha
mas as cidades,
eles chamaram
o nome dela.

Roses are red.
Violets are, violet .
But blue is what they said
And I just don’t know why yet.

Roses are red.
Violets are still violet.
And don’t ever forget
That I love your, eye lid.

Roses are still red.
Oops I guess violets ARE blue ;)
(Insert something cheesy)
Cuz baby I LOVE you!