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Sukanya Basu Nov 2012
Hurrying...pacing fast the time...
Can you hear my beats..its so **** loud!
What my time would be of value..
Standing on the mount of death....
****** **** me...beat me with a cane!
Do something, just don't leave me insane!
Cops crowding my doorway to listen to some ****!
Nothing, just those insominate fools!
I have also been through dark alleys
And the dead bodies have also been carried..
But have i cut my neck and fed it to the birds?
Trust me, this world is an opportunity not a curse!
Maybe you'll not be in a mt. Rushmore head
But yes...you'll get 10% of it...
To make your parents proud
With sweat and blood they cried out loud!
Just not to see you in the mount of death....
Just take a step ahed.......black.
Sukanya Basu Nov 2012
Intruder...you left me crying at the doorway
I want to feel you again, oh please just stay
And i may be wondering how you got that smile
Which made me run for you a thousand miles
I may not be telling the truth ..
But oh heck! i'm missing you!
You made me see
You made me feel
You made me smile
Oh wait a while..oh no!...
Where did you go?
This may not be my first kiss
But i'm definitely not like this!
I feel heaven on earth, baby!
'Cause i wanna touch you now...
And keep touching you through the night
I don't know what it is
Whether its wrong or right...
You are the drug i'm only addicted to know
Please grant my wish, its not much...
I just wanna feel you touch...
Just your touch.
Sukanya Basu Nov 2012
I believe i have got
Everything i want
Yet why is it that
I still shiver in cold

There seemed to be
Less of a thing
In my perfect life
And thus thing would be everything
That i kind of had a fight.

Here lies my pain
For what i had lost
It was a 4letter word
Which didin't have any cost
Do you feel my pain
which i have gained?
Sukanya Basu Nov 2012
The sky darkened
Drawing a coat of black around me
Quick drops of raindrops
Fell on my arms making me feel

Guilty though i'm not
Still showered in teardrops
I said" it wasn't me"
But believe me, you wouldn't stop

You said "lov me more"
But i said that i couldn't
You fell on my knees begging
But i was too immersed in my thoughts

To listen to your pain
To feel it in my vein
Burning in my throat
In blood that i had soaked..

Just say it, pierce in me
The feeling that i had felt
Oh hell!
Why should it be?
The thing that i regret in me..
Ought to be
Black love.
Sukanya Basu Nov 2012
Here i was, wide awake
Looking for my step ahead
For if i fell in sinful pit
There would be a matter of life and death

Fearful drops of vicious water
Came towards me as a man of slaughter
Breaking my vein, stabbing my heart
Looking at me to tear apart

But i kept my faith in  Almighty
Unbelievable for you and me
Still as a response to midnight dark
Fearfully beating at the pit of my heart.

Came the siren answer to me
Who are you, whom do you seek?
I said, my voice in a hush tone
I'm in search of a room, i dont have the key.

And again the voice of  wisdom rang
Putting in me the word-"i can''
Telling me to try my best,
Pushing me to pass this test.

I sat up taking a new ambition
Ready to get rid of this complication
But as i stood up, came the thunder
Bringing my head down to wonder

Neither i had treasure to take
Leave silver, diamond or gold crate
Not even a leaf that room holds for me
So what shall i conquer thee?

So i sat back down for ages
Passing through all my weak stages
Slaving under the ******* of fear
Holding back drops of tears

I can't do it! i heard myself say
Stoping the freedom and running away
Though my mind laid on the peaceful heaven
Thinking and thinking from day 1-7

All the pleasures of heaven being irresistible
Made me more and more feeble
Suddenly a thought came to my mind
Which turned back the days, turned back the time.

Human as i was,  greedy as i can be
Forgot all the pleasurable treasures waiting for me
For heaven was it! heaven was it!
Freedom was the throne where i would sit!
Sukanya Basu Nov 2012
Its hard to believe to listen to
The sound of silence through layman's ears
For silence,an unestablished thought
Rides the young hearts only through fear.
Maturity, an understanding through beneath
Sediments like evils srata
For if you conquered,it only leads
To the sound of silence,every data.
For as we stare, me and words together,
Silence redeems through the pages
Every drop of ink forever
Can spell the words through all the ages.
The silence that lingers between
Begs me to hear it closer
Its trying to express the unwanted enclitic
The words that will fade never.
And now as i cherish this conversation of silence,
I realize that ink has a spirit
And to know the mistake i have committed
Which on my face like a bright light lit.
And to know the spectacular reason
I'm astonished myself, i must say
Ink helps us when we are not thinking
Flowing on paper without delay.
This sound of silence that i have gathered now,
Must be of great help all through my life
It will let me hear all those unsound-able things
And help me to decide when to stab a knife.
Through my youth scores, a bunch of thirty
Led me through a rugged terrain,
And now i want a plain surface with lots of pleasure
To lead a life, to be truly sane.
The sound is like a hand i want
Which helps me to walk in young years
Through the blasphemy, through humanism
It will strike away all my fears.
Does one realize that i said
The words of silence through every phase
The crumb of bread a beggar needs
The food of life heaven feeds?
They can't be realized by screaming though oceans,
They can't be realized by ending a story
For they are the curse of hearing unknown thoughts,
The sound of silence one and only.
My heart beats are frantic now,
As i have reached the harmonics of music,
Sweet and presentable they are now
Tapping your life like your feet.
They are many fellows who can't sing
So they make you suffer the sound of silence
With every teardrop longing for supper
Fighting their way through all the violence.
For those who have a great voice
It doesn't mean that they have to be proud,
For it may break any time
Like breaking a stone, like rumbling of clouds.
And i may not be an instrumentalist
And i may not be a teacher,
But i can stop the silence and let them hear music
And make them smile, not to suffer.

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