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Ishshita Chanda May 2014
Today,
I am getting married to someone else,
I woke up with another man,
I am pregnant with the baby of someone else,
I am a mother of two daughter,
I am old now,
But
My eyes is still searching for you,
My heart is still crying,
My lips have turn pale,
My face looks like crush paper,
My body has become weak,
My soul is waiting for you to make me feel young ,
And
Now its my end,
Now for the last time,i want to see your glimpse,
Now i close my eyes forever,with your picture in my heart.

And for the last time
                 "I still love you"
The poem is about love whom we love recklessly &dream; of spending lifetime each other but things dont go the way we want and the someone we love betrays us ,leave us but still what may be situation no matter whom we are made to tied with but still the one we have loved blindly stay in our heart forever whatever they may have done but nobody can take their place." Love is not measured by money ,looks,***,pleasure,poor etc its the heart which beat everytime we see them, we think  about them ,that their one touch can make us forget everything because of our heart still care"
Ishshita Chanda Feb 2015
It been raining since a month
I wonder why??
Do you know why??
Ahh!! All seem to give the researchers ans
but i don't think so

Then i started spending my day in thinking and thinking,
And to wonder,it was so foolish of me wasting so much time in thinking,
when the ans to my question was simple
itz "us"
"us" it may be choking one right,
but the ans is obivus "us"

And if all have forgotten why so??
let me remind you all
we all are destroying our earth,
but how you may wonder

By polluting it with the smoke coming out from the monster blocks,
using the beautiful designer flower packet made of plastic which has became suicidal for our earth,
Turning the greenary into blue, yellow,red or white blocks

But we are blaming the one staying above the sky
instead we should blame "us"
but it doesn't matter eventually everything will get destroy

And this time i am telling you to know the condition around the world
And not to force you in changing anything
because we will still destroy and
our earth will still cry!!
Ishshita Chanda Apr 2015
With my headphones on,
Tears are rolling down by my cheeks
as it made me remember of
" you and me baba"

Today again we ended up fighting,
it was supposed to be our day,
but I forgot promises are meant to be broken
And everytime you prove it right,


The world says there is no relationship beyond
  "Ma and child"
But I wanted the world to be wrong,
because I always loved you more than ma,

Everytime I needed you,
You were never there,
but I understand your work,

As days passed,
you were going far from me,
I made myself believe the vague things,
Everyday I woke up to spent a day with you
but passing time made us more separate from each other,

I dreamt of becoming like you,
I saw me in you,
but I was wrong ,
because I always wanted family
not the comfort you were giving us
but you never understoood,
because you never had the time to talk with me baba,

I wanted to show the world
the relationship of
    "Father and child"
by changing the god given lineage of the world,
but  I was wrong,
for being such an foolish,
   "And you couldnt be my dad"
Meaning
Baba - dad , ma- mom
Ishshita Chanda Mar 2017
In the darkness there is a light,
Where eternal solace could be felt with a sip
The beans reciprocate the ripped soul
More the sour more it perceives itself in my heart
Thee are not the dearest of all
Thee are the dearest of the endeavouring soul
Thee are the addiction
Even the marijuana feels bashful
For not possessing  the hallucinating urge
That can seize humankind to the variant sphere
                   Oh! Thee are beautiful in Black
                                 “My Black Coffee”
Ishshita Chanda Apr 2014
When i was small ,i nevr wanted nythng,
          bt nly crave for love
But as i grew up,everything change ,
        I crave fohh my want not fohh love,
And i m running in race,
     is dis law of nature or a changing attitude as i m growing up ....
Ishshita Chanda May 2014
We are seen by the eyes of hatred
We are known for disgrace in society,

but who knows
we are naked every night
to save other innocents
to save the society,from the evil eyes,
to feed our family,

We are ***** every night
to fulfil your desire
nobody sees our tears & never  will,
because we will always be a harlot,
the hated people in the society
but nobody knows the reason ,
why we are selling ourself every night!!!

Every night we are in tears of agony,
to satisfy millions every night
we are just circulated  like a dice to one another
we unclean our soul
to satisfy you,
but still we are bluffed

we are just a joke for others
we are neglected people out of millions,

but at night you  come
to tor us apart
you satisfy your hunger
you enjoy our pain
&

we are in bed crying,
but you cant see because
you dnt have that eyes to see
you dnt have that heart to feel ,

but still we are hated in the society
& you are the respected one
"This is our Society"
This poem is dedicated to all the innocents who knowingly or unknowingly has fallen in this trap ....to satisfy those ...who roam in road to **** a life of an innocent ...to save them they are opening themselves to you ....nobody does this willingly....its just a force or pressure to them,that we are unaware of ...
#cry##pain##anger##stressed##shame##society##helplessness##
Ishshita Chanda Apr 2014
Life is passing by
Same as before
Same everyday schedule
Running from day to night

But something has changed
That is killing me from inside
Nights are going sleepless
My eyes are wet
All i feel is loneliness

In the crowd of my life
I m standing still
All i feel is the emptiness
Dont know what is happening??

My life is just entering through one room of darkness to another
All i want is to cry out loud &
Lessen the pain
To deprive this feeling
Ishshita Chanda Sep 2016
What is love?
Love is a lust that quench your soul
Love is when
His neck kiss left you with goosebumbs
His lips bits where as painkiller
His body against you is a shield of your protection
His touch was the sensation to your soul
The deeper you went you became one one
Because he seduced your  soul
And then I experienced spiritual ove!!
Ishshita Chanda May 2014
I never thought about you
I didnt even bother to know you
Do i even know you ?
Do you even exist within I?


A weeping voice from inside replied
                  "I am me"
I am the me,who stayed with you when no one was there,
I am the me,who cried when you cried,
I am the me,who got hurt when you were hurt,
I am the me,who stayed with you in all the worst -off,
I am the me,who was in pain when you were in pain,
I am the me,who took care of you when you were busy,
I am the me,who crave for food,when you were hungry & lessen it
In every walk of your life you found me,


But i was the one standing alone,
because you never thought about me,
when i cried for all the sufferings,
you were not there

I took all the burdens alone,
but you didnt turned around & look at me once,
And yes i do exist,
but you never knew me because,
"You are the selfish I"
The poem is dedicated to our inner self,to our soul whom we forget in our busy schedule of our life or in our ups down,nobody stays with us forever only "me" stays forever
#sad# #cry# #lost# #selfish#
Ishshita Chanda Jun 2014
A bite A bite A bite ......
yummy yummy
You are in varities,
Some of you look like triangle shape , some are round, square ,star etc
I wonder in how many way they can shape you

But out of many,
only one made even my oesophagus dry
my tongue slippery that even my saliva had never been swallowed so fast

Its you the diamond one,
a bite of you makes me forget my present,
i am lost in a world of you&me;,

Every bite of yours,
even make me taste of  a small goubles of sugar that has been used to make you,
it touches my whole mouth ,
makes my tongue watery,
the relish sound I make
"Amm amm amm amm"
with every bite of you going inside me,
even my organs are fonder by you,

Ahh Ahh!!! I bite my finger, you are over,
And then I go for another one
everytime you end........
This poem is about the love of one who loves sweet very much & every time they have it , it makes them forget everything
Ishshita Chanda Apr 2014
Life started with a point,
continuing with a half matured flower,

All the storm that i have gone through,
till the period of nourishment,
survival was only possible,
because you made that happen,

Your hands were over me,
Your blessing was there with me,

When everyone was aganist me,
you stood up for me,
When i was breaked down,
You catched me,you stood for me,

You were there,
in my laugh,in my cry,in my ups &down;,



"Man may come and man may go but,
Mother like you go on forever"
Ishshita Chanda Apr 2014
Today i met a person,
n my heart started beating fast,
together we smiled,together we njoyed n was for each other everytym,
n my heart beat turned into love,

He rang me up and said,
"I have smthng to say",
my heart beat agn started  beating first ,
n i look my best to meet him,
bt whn i heard dat
"smthing "he wanted to say ,
my heart broke into pieces,
as my love didnt reach him


As i was going bck
i saw another guy , n my heart started to beat agn ,
i realized it was not "love " it was juz an "infaution"
Ishshita Chanda May 2015
Oh!! Your shade
you appear to be seductive violet
to brick red for your mature taste
my tongue is greedy for you
you calm my nervous system
but my heart envy you,
as nobody can give me such pleasure,

Your one sip,
reminds me of,
how passionately  you were made,
how each hand picked berries were minutely harvested,
how each berries were separated from stem & leaves to reduce the bitter taste,
how each berries were tipped into a receival bin,
how each berries were crushed to extract your purity
So the flavour of each berries can be felt
You are not too sweet, you are not too bitter,
thats what give me pleasure

"You share a human relationship bond"
  nor too sweet neither too bitter
   that creates love between a relation

You are not just a drink, you are the nectar of lords,
you make people beautiful to adore themselves,
you are the king of romance, where everyone wants to be your queen,
You are the shadow in darkness,
You are the undefine,

Thats you
"My Red wine"
Ishshita Chanda Apr 2014
viewing my profile
as i scroll down
my eyes was mesmerize
by looking at your picture
but to my ego,i just commented
"You have got nice hairs"

You texted me "do i know you"
I replied "i dont know"

And our conversation started
we exchanged our phone no
we talked day and night
we shared our secrets
only thing existed for me was then was you
bt i never let u know my feelings

And when we met
You said"I Love you"
I replied "I Love you too"


"You were my perfect Accident,
     It happened for a purpose"
#cute# #love# #simple#
Ishshita Chanda May 2014
When a girl is born,
she is born in hatred
she is born in limitations,restriction,binding

As her childhood life begins,
the fight whether to educate her starts
people believe,it is better to save money for her dowry,

As her teenager life begins,
she suffers from her monthly cycle
& she is looked by the eyes that she has become a women
now ready to reproduce a life
even for some she is not allowed to worship in temples

As her adulthood life begins,
she is forced by everyone to get married
she is forced to give birth to a son
And spent her entire life looking after her children,husband & siblings
Without a utter,she does all for others happiness,

As her oldage life begins,
she is now laying in bed
nobody to care
nobody to look after her &
She is thrown away
but she never "complained"



Nobody understood her pain
when she was shouting inside,
I want to study
the pain she suffered every month
I dont want to get married,
the pain she went through the night of her marriage
I dont want to give birth
the pain ,the struggle of 9 months she suffered


but when she wanted someone,there was nobody to stand beside her,
nobody ever asked what she wanted
nobody ever noticed her pain
nobody every noticed her cry


"She was born to sacrifice her life"
But nobody noticed what she did for everyone

And forever she is known by"someone"
who came and disappear.........
Not to hurt any one emotion  by writing this ...just it is a compose of fact and reality which is still going there


#pain# #cry# #sacrifice# #emotional#....
Ishshita Chanda Oct 2014
Sit aback for a moment
take a deep breath & relax
forget about everyone & focus on your self
see yourself who you are today?
where do you stand today?
have you achieved what you wanted?
Sit aback and think

Since infancy we are being taught to earn money, but not success
we are taught to be educated, but did we really gained knowledge
we are searching happiness in thing that are monetary
but we are being forget to taught that small things gives us more happiness
Sit aback and think

We all are running,
for a single sheet half tore shaped as in to the rule the world
we have become vagrant before it
we have hecatomb every relation
we all are gushing
because we are unaware that there is no end of our wants
Sit aback and think

We may be millionaire
but are we really successful
are we really happy
are we able to sleep in peace or
our heart is still afraid of something
Sit aback and think

What have we created ourself , to this world
can we be really called educators
we give lectures to other about maturity
but are we really mature
are our action is able to make difference
or
can we  really look into our eyes??

Sit aback and think..
Ishshita Chanda Apr 2014
Looking up in the mirror,
my cheeks look lyk a fresh red plum in shy,
as i see myself through d eyes of urs,

In the troops of million,
i finally saw u,
whn our eyes met,
the whole world bcme still,
evn the sky seemed to be shinning in our love,

Holding the hand,of each other,
seemed we were in the garden of heaven,
lyk prince n princess,walking in garden  laid wid roses & angels showering the rain of roses,
everyone was rejocying in our love,

But u had to go,
everythng vanished ,only tears were left,
sky agn turned grey,
u left me in a hope ,
u will come agn forevr,


I m waiting for the last winter agn..........
Ishshita Chanda Feb 2016
Everyday I pass by the twin arcade
Everyday I pass by the twin store

But I never perceived the old man
with his blue turban ,
with his credential,
with his assign attire,
checking the folio of every passerby

But instantaneously,
my eyes seize the eyes of the old man
but he gyrate around

He was white as the winter snowfall,
He was cute as my Grandpa,
He smiled with torment,
He looked with keen eyes,

     But I wondered why?

In this hazy cloudy cover
where the old man is waged
I evoke the days of my mother barking to wake me up,
but her utter ampthy of beholding me dormancy,
let me took off from my phronthistery
did someone showed the same affection to the old man

I awe why he was working at this senility?
I awe where was his progeny?
I awe did they left him?
I awe was he alone?
  
             I desire to blather with him and ask him to be my Grandpa

But the old man was overshadowed
with my beau tight embrace
and I left the arcade
but in a hankering to meet you again Grandpa
Ishshita Chanda Oct 2014
Bow Bow Bow!!!
Here comes my brother

We met when I was a kid
bt when I grew up
the relation between us has taken another form
from a dog to my brother

As both of us were growing up
both behaviour changed
both were not liked by anyone
but nobody couldn't throw me bcoz
I was born from a human body &
you were treated as a neglected creature with no emotion

And our solitude was never understood by anyone
I could speak, but you couldn't
I speaked about my  ache to you , you listened quietly & you blink your eyes that you understood
But I never understood your pain
Your tears
I didnt knew what you wanted
maybe because I m a human with less capacity of emotion & to think about only oneself

Everyday of my busy schedule,
when I m away from you, at times I forget about you
your loneliness of which I took the responsibility & I failed to fulfil it,
but you never complained & everyday you are lying like a deadbody in a solitaire

Sometimes I understood , but I forgot
Sometimes I played with you, the other moment I m gone
But you are all alone in a single haunting room
Scratching the floor to escape
being aggresive towards others
Bcoz nor I or anybody could see your pain &
we took you as a pet servant to serve us but in return you only wanted our love, a companion and a patner
Your eyes are full of depth, where nobody cares to look into it,
but when I looked into your eyes
I cud see your pain , which made me transform & I became compassionate towards you

And in you I got my brother
Whch I always wanted
You gave me everything, but I couldnt give you anything

And now I am leaving this place,
giving my responsibilty to someone else,
but your eyes said me something which couldn't be put into words,
And I am afraid that I will not be able to  see you again when I am back
But with a teary smile I left the place in a hope to meet you again .....
Ishshita Chanda May 2014
"Ouch" I got hurt
Please will you stop,
the stones are hurting me
the pins are pinching me
the road is scratching me
             "Will you please stop"
no you wont because,
you dont consider me living
my tears  are not seen
my pain is immature,

I make you travel all along
from distance to distance
your journey is possible because of me
you drive me recklessly everytime
but
                "It hurts me"

I am your servant
I bow myself to you
but still i feel the pain
i feel the cuts that hurts
                    &
when i break down
when i lost my control
you kick me hard
to make me move,
still you didnt noticed my pain
           "I am hurt again"
but who cares
i m in a journey to go on go
where there is no end.....................
This poem is depicted with the story of wheels .It is dedicated to all the unliving things that we consider they have no life ...but in every thing there is a present of life ...that we need to see it & most importantly we need to feel each& everything...then only we can understand& add meaning
##hurt## ##agony##anger##......
Ishshita Chanda Jul 2014
Looking at the window,
I see you, all alone , among others
all are growing up, but you are spending your last day of life,
  
Heavy rain, storm, sunshine ,
every weather that passes by you,
You are waiting for your end to come
like a human, you are spending your last journey like a corpse & you look  like an ash

Everytime I see you,
You make me feel of some pain
that you want me to take some heed on it

But I am unable to reach you,
You are in anguish of something
that cant be seen by eyes
but can be felt by heart

Each day I go deeper&deeper; inside you,
your pain is felt within me
Your voice is  trying to reach me
but everytime, I hear your echoes of weeping
and I am still again

Last night of heavy storm,
made me afraid of your existence
as I went to see you
you were not there
You were gone

I left the place ,
                    &
  "Your pain still remain a mystery for me "
The poem is about a leaf, its being noticed by someone sitting beside the window & it wants to say something which is not reachable to the person. Similarly the leaf can be compared to an old person spending its last day &its; thought is not within the reach of anyone and h/she remaining all alone till the journey of end.
Sad, old, loneliness, last day, pain
Ishshita Chanda Aug 2014
Believe everything has a life
look deeply into the eyes of it
connect your soul on what you are writing
make a feel of it
flow like a wave
follow the path it takes you to &
get lost into it,

Writing requires no education
it just requires a language to express
writing is a medium where we can express our thought
where every thought can be beautifully calligraph,

Dont write to earn money, as writing is not a profession its a passion
Dont write to gain popularity, as it will disrespect the love of poets
Dont write until you have a deep feeling of it, as deep feeling can be only put into words,

Write like its your lover
Write to cry in the pain of others
Write to be happy in the happiness of others
Write so that every emotion passes through you & every peak can be feel within you,

Everyone has got a pen
Everyone has got a hand
but everyone cant be a poet
a hand may look a solid thing
but under microscope it vibrates energy
and if an energy can be put into power to write
                "You writing will be a weapon to  make difference"                  

Be proud to be a poet
Fools may blame you its a waste of time
But a true poet knows, what writing is
Dont let criticism makes you fall down
as only your word can create excellence
you are original owner of your words
which nobody else can take it
And yes
           " I am a poet"
Ishshita Chanda Apr 2014
U left me,
sitting on a corner
i m crying in a pain of you

In this darkness
I m searching for you
I m searching for us
but you left me
and i m in tears

Wish i could erase those memory
Wish i could erase those kisses
Wish i could erase those love
Wish i could erase those care
Wish i could erase the time
Wish i could.......

For you all emotions were just
For me it was real
For me it was my love
For me it was you

And now i dnt even exist for you
But you are still inside me &
my heart echos in pain "why"

Dying in a thought
Dying in my heart
another day without you

Couldnt you see my love??
Couldnt you see my pain??


All i imagine myself in your arms
bt when i see in real
i found you with someone else


And now i just cant  figure it out
And i m numb again
we were supposed to be forever
bt now we are just strangers

Was i not yours
Was i not worth it
was i not pretty like her
was i not.....

U would have just said me ,
i would change myself to the girl you want,baby
but you left me

Boy," I still love you"
#heartbreak# # tears# #depressed# #lonely#  #pain#
Ishshita Chanda Feb 2018
Away from the chaos
I lit my cigarette and puff the smoke hard gruelling  to recall your Potriat
that every bone is colliding in agony
turning into ashes
But I am unable to see your silhouette
I am piercing my innerself  for you in this gloomy night,
but i am diving in the uncanny gallery
The pain is foreshadowing  of the woeful
future
But now i am immobile
Grieving the lullably from the distant window
Hoping now i will shed tears
But  emotions and heart are not synchronizing any longer
Even oasis can be a myth from near
But you are the essence precedes existence
Now I prefer evil over good
Evil has become my ally giving me morphine love
       "You are no  longer my addiction
My writing doesnt belong to you anymore".
Ishshita Chanda Feb 2018
Away from the chaos
I lit my cigarette and puff the smoke hard gruelling  to recall your Potriat
that every bone is colliding in agony
turning into ashes
But I am unable to see your silhouette
I am piercing my innerself  for you in this gloomy night,
but i am diving in the uncanny gallery
The pain is foreshadowing  of the woeful
future
But now i am immobile
Grieving the lullably from the distant window
Hoping now i will shed tears
But  emotions and heart are not synchronizing any longer
Even oasis can be a myth from near
But you are the essence precedes existence
Now I prefer evil over good
Evil has become my ally giving me morphine love
       "You are no  longer my addiction
My writing doesnt belong to you anymore".
Ishshita Chanda Apr 2014
As i was viewing the channel,
my eyes suddenly turned blank
i found myself in a deserted place
all i felt the place was haunted


As i looked around,
i found a crow sitting on a tree
i wondered where i was

As i was walking by,
to found out my way
i sensed something following me
i was so afraid even to turn back&
i kept on moving

Suddenly i felt my back was touch by someone,
but this time i took a dare to turn back
and to my wonder i saw a wolf
it roared at me,

Again another sound,
forced me to look around
and all i saw the two handsome vampires
"The salvatore brothers"

My eyes became still
My breath was hold
My body turned cold
i became pause
and i wonder are the wolf
"Klaus or tyler"

All i could see,
the vampires & wolfs fights
vampires protecting me from their fights

My dream to meet vampires,
My imagination
My hope
all was coming out to be real

Only my wish to became vampire was to be fulfilled,
i asked them to turned me up into a vampire,
i imagined myself being a vampire
my hot look
my vampire  teeth
my craving for blood
my fights with the wolf
all i could see my dreams in reality


But suddenly i was hit from bck "ouch"
and to my wonder it was my dad
everything vanished,no one was out there
it was just a dream ??
my wish only remained a wish


"Wish i could be vampire"
#fiction#

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