O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN!!
By Vedanta Anagha

What I heard was complete silence.
I recently saw a man with no words—
A quiet admirer of this world.
Phone in his left hand,
Pressed gently to his ear,
Standing as if talking to the sky,
Standing as if hearing the heart.

I stood behind him, lost in myself.
My call was full of words,
The air offered soft, gentle love.
I didn’t hear the voice,
I didn’t hear the whispers.

I try to join him in the peaceful crowd.
I try to understand—to hear what silence is about.
He is quiet. He is honest.
My words cut through the edges of recovery.
He gives all of himself to the voice he hears.

What I learned today was just a mistake—
One I make every day.
His calm gaze pierces the world.
His zipped lips speak every truth.
To me, He is now a teacher.
And I call him–

Good Evening, Sir!

O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN!!

Wolves have tears—so true and divine,
A drop of water—but you are blind.
Tears are regret for being like others,
Tears are faith to prove, I am real.

Eyes tell the truth of the story untold,
A monster is kind-hearted in veins of gold.
Born with someone who cares,
Forced to become like others' snares.

By Vedanta Anagha

O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN!!

I try to wish, but I stop.
I think back in time—
Which wish of mine ever came true?

When the one who loves beyond the sky
Hears my thoughts, hears my grief,
He grants only a single wish:

Finally, I know how to cry.
I know how to hide in the crowd.
The thing I was incapable of—
It has finally come true.

He is the real God,
Who makes every bad thing come true.
Finally, I know how to close the door.
I am a grown man,
And men don't cry.
Finally, I know how to leave in silence.

By Vedanta Anagha

When she call
O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN!!

She said she likes my simplicity.
She said she calls me everything.
When I told her, “Go home—just stay on the call,”
She turned back—on your call, back home.

I said, “Don’t come, it’s far away.”
She said, “I care.”
She said, “I know you well.”

I am the brother—
And I love it when she calls.

By Vedanta Anagha/Mayank Tripathi

Dear Anagha,

In a crowd full of people who know you, who admire you, and who try to be seen by you, I’m the quiet one. I don’t stand out. I don’t shout. But I’m always there — silently watching, silently walking out, with a kind of affection that doesn’t need attention. Just kindness. Just presence.

You’re beautiful — not just because of how you look, but because of how simple and genuine you are. That’s what draws me in. Your simplicity is rare, and it makes everything about you feel so real and honest.

Sometimes, I find your thoughts drifting into mine. It's strange, how even without knowing everything about you, I feel connected to the way you move, speak, think. I feel like I’m the one quietly hidden behind your eyes — unnoticed, but always there.
I see your eyes, it is black at night, brown at the presence of sunlight, and when I look into it, I only see myself.

Your voice… the first time I heard it, it stayed with me. It’s not just beautiful — it’s powerful, Like Haven in the air. And every time I see you, I find myself falling for you again. I can’t help it.

I try to make you laugh. Maybe it’s just my way of feeling a little closer to you, of hoping you’ll see me. Hoping, maybe, you’ll smile because of me. Thinking, if you smile, you fall for me, but whenever you smile, I am the one how fallen twice as hard as I find.

You might never know all of this. But I just wanted you to know that somewhere in the crowd, there’s someone who sees you differently. Quietly. Completely.

The stars above seem to know,
The secret words I dare not show.
Their light dances soft, pure, and true,
Echoing my silent, "I love you."

Yours Mayank,
Someone who cares more than you know.

O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN!!

A cigarette in my hand,
helping me to understand.
I say the words with no regret:
“This is my LAST CIGARETTE.”

By Vedanta Anagha (Mayank Tripathi)


Note: Title is poem, LAST CIGGERATE. This two words are alone able to create whole poetry in it.