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 Jun 2018
L B
I continued the gentle climb
passed building, birdbath, “bathtub Mary”
and was stopped by the sound--
Endless mission of the river
as she made her way over the rocks of early summer.
I knew I'd found our home
At the top of the stairs
a wooden deck off second floor
Up the fourteen stairs to our new door

I could see her now fully
gleaming
beyond the red oaks and wild cherry
framed unspeakable
by greens
and fragrance of the multiflora rose
just coming into bloom
I could go on-- but there are so few words that fit
the sound of a river so content

She whispered to me between her gurgling song
“Hush....”
 Aug 2015
saurabh banerjee
When your words mean nothing
when you start searching for meaning
when everything is blur and plain
thats when you know you need love.


When the air loses its fragrance
when that bird stops singing
when the sun neither rises nor sets
thats when you know you need love.

when the night is so dark and dull
And there is no moon or stars
when you dont smile or cry
thats when you know u need love.

when your dreams are void
with no meaning, no reflection
music turns into cacophony
when you find rejoice in the smoke.

Your thoughts never see the daylight
Just hidden inside you
like a shackled prisoner
waiting to get the verbal freedom.

Friendships turn into resentment
Happiness turns into fake smiles
Existence turns into despair.
That's when you gotta tell him he needs love.
 Aug 2015
saurabh banerjee
It was mid -december
the morning  was cold and pale
too hazy to see a thing
even the sun hid behind a white veil.

Walking down the street
remembering good old days
I saw the face of this girl
gliding on the morning haze.

Oh! She was pretty. Her face
radiant unlike the hidden sun
Sitting on that bench alone she
looked like an angel in a white gown.

I said to myself
Is she who I waited for so long?
This is not another of my dreams
Yes,she might be "the one".

I felt determined.
I'm not letting her slip by my hands
She might be the only love of my life
She might be my final chance.

Just then I felt a chill in my bone
It wasnt the morning cold
It was the thought that-
She might belong to another soul.
Maybe she is waiting for him
the love of her life
the man of her dream
Otherwise why would she be alone
Sitting on that bench
and cold as a stone
What if I aint good enough for her
Just another person she met before.

somewhere between these thoughts
our eyes met
before I could say a word,
she got up, smiled at me and.... left.

I stood there still
colder than before
looked like the mist devoured her
she could be seen no more.

Everything turned blue thereafter
what had I done!
missed my chance once again
She might have been "the one".

I sat on the same bench and thought-
what if from these inhibitions I was free
she would be still
sitting by my side smiling at me.
And I would have looked
straight into her eyes without any fears
Would have held her hand
and uttered those three magic words.

From that day everyday
I sit at that same place
waiting for my girl to appear
from somewhere behind the haze.
 Aug 2015
saurabh banerjee
I feel there is a connection between us
I hope you feel too
That day when you sat beside me
I couldnt speak a word but neither did you
It felt like a thousand words were spoken in the silence
Else why would that gentle smile on your face come through?
I could feel your gaze on me when I looked away
I hope you felt mine too.

But something holds me back
Something pulls me down
There are many words unspoken
Many songs unsung.

But, dont you worry O dear
There will be a day when I come out of this shell
When there will be no regrets or fear
I will look straight into your eyes
And say the words you want to hear.
 Aug 2015
saurabh banerjee
There was desolation in the air
Emptiness spreading its wings
Long cold nights and dizzy days
Thoughts rolling in my head,
weighing my neck down,
Breaking my bones one thought at a time.
Dreams had no reflection.
When the 'I' was buried so deep in that maze
of doubts and prejudices
Tried to find answers in the smoke, but in vain.
That was past.
Clouds have cleared now.
The sun is bright.
Thoughts have resurfaced and ideas hover
Ashes have cleared to reveal the fire within.

— The End —