Kunal Kar

Kunal Kar Dec 2015

A drink to my heartbreak,
A toast to this despair,
The break of a fall,
The stunt of the dare.
She was a beautiful mistake,
A princess of the dawn,
For this heart was unaware,
Her love couldn't be won.

The injustice of this tale,
Served by my soul
The ships have all sailed,
While I am alone at the shore.
The claps of the audience,
Don't muse me with awe,
The wind of the soul,
Don't move me this late,

She was a sun in the sky,
The gift of the infinite,
While I am a dust in this land,
The enslaved seconds of the minute.
But then I realised,
I never told her how I feel,
I cried in this foolishness,
The hidden truth as the shades conceal.

But I fear she will say no,
No to my faith.
I was a feather in this storm,
A green leaf as the autumn bathe.
Why the existence of pain in love?
Isn't it supposed to be a victory,
Well I was made a fool,
The heartbreak of the century.

So I ran with this fear,
That this story would be of pain,
For I confessed her the words,
While she was dancing in the rain.
And when she was about to proclaim
I woke to this windowed sunrise,
Shaping the shadows at the ceiling,
To see it was a beautiful dream.

#heartbreak #dream #sad #pain #romance #crush #emotion

Kunal Kar Dec 2015

The Loser's Race

Old photographs tell a tale,
Of a smiling face turned afraid.
The kid wanted to be a man,
And now when I am,
I look upon it as a foolish mistake.

For the race has started,
From the very teenage part.
Asked to work harder, a prey for the earnest,
A journey without a destination,
How am I supposed to win if this race never ends?
I must let this go,
And rest to take a breath,
Realise what I've been skipping,
The colours of this wonderful flora,
The sounds of birds echoing as a wave.

#loser #beautiful #nature #story #race #trouble #hardlife

Kunal Kar Dec 2015

The house at the beach

The sea breeze moistened with romance,
Filled my lungs as I stood.
The morning sun with a sweet dilemma,
Cured me of my worries.
For this gypsy heart has found its home.
A cave in the wild sea.

The choirs of the flying birds,
The rhythm of the sound blue,
The dance of this glimmering waves,
What a sight I see,
For this empty canvas has found its colours,
A whale in the open sea.

The setting sun of Africa,
The beaches of Hawaii,
The heart of a village,
The catcher of the rye.
For it has all been a perfect cocktail,
A cold drink in Dubai.

Do these eyes tell a lie?
Or these smiles shine too bright?
For the truth of the time,
I don't care about wrong or right.

For a life that kind,
It seems that blind,
For a life so close,
Is it the brink of an overdose?

The high of this night,
The air seems so light,
So let's fly in the sky,
For its not a magician's lie,
For he has tricks under his sleeves,
For we are the beauty in falling leaves.

For these doors of the heavens,
For this crime of the scene,
For I need you with me,
To spend the rest days,
At the house near the beach.

#love #beauty #grace #forever #magic #tricks

Kunal Kar Dec 2015

The fall of the century

Out of a lifeless crowd,
Came a ravishing face he couldn't resist.
Mocking his sadness to a sweet spell,
She wore the veil of a drifting mist.

The moon just turned an arc,
To assist the boatman to find his shore,
Treading on a sea of million faces.
As the chaotic waves drifted along the aquatic floor.

The avalenche of his worse fate,
Forged by the curse of the Voodoo Doll.
Abetted the misery to spun its web,
As he sickened under the breeze of this cold fall.

But thou he slept in the nefarious chambers,
His eyes wore curtains to the sea.
When through her reflection at the windows,
Was his chained soul set free.

#love #heart #mystery #crush #soul #she #fate #lovesong

Kunal Kar Dec 2015

The Trance Beat

The tempted faith of your drug,
With a touch of the salted mind,
Put me on a trance,
For there was my lost smile to find.

As the caffeinated syrup flows,
Through my blood and kicks in.
The cruise in the slow car,
With the sweet sore drops of the old gin.

The eyes lost in the picture,
Of a thousand daisies,
Saturating the green with a spoon of yellow,
A wise contrast in this random mess.

The torture of the burning sun,
Shadowed under the beats of the drum,
A sound that familiar, still surprised
Well the brighter days are yet to come.
In the arms of a possible future.
In the shadows of a forgotten creature.

There be musuems with our bodies,
They would tag us the most wild,
For they don't know how much we loved?
They don't know how far we survived.

For your love remind me of the flowers,
The fragnance of the short life,
For this mortal time, be my forever.
For we sink together in this dive.

I'd cook the morning meal,
While you sleep in this warm bed,
Wake you up with a warm surprise,
And we'd kiss till our lips turn red.

#love #faith #relationship #smile #lips #she #trance #car

Kunal Kar Dec 2015

The Blue Desert

The arctic spell of this winter,
Has finally froze the river.
With the parade currents lying still,
Grasping the last air to be free again.
For the river has now lost its audience,
As they paddled into the deep sea.
While the polar glass exhibited the frozen lie,
The anecdote of time taking a pause,
In a bewitching black of a silver sky.
Alas the sublime river starts to hope again,
As the sun embraced warmer rays,
With every melt of the icy skin,
The river heart starts to beat again.
At the dawn of this winter lapse.
The currents ran once more,
With the arrival of the inhabitants,
The river was once alive again.

#poetry #depression #hope #time #beautiful #ice #river #vintage

Kunal Kar Dec 2015

The Blind

Let these windows be the theatres,
Where the play is wild and original,
Where every cast is a superb actor,
Where the story is the best fiction,
Like a farm boy on an old tractor.

Let these eyes be the camera,
Where the view is sharp and shaped,
Where every object gets an imperfect finish
Where the image is at its crown grace.
The portrait of the lost gimmicks.

Let these skies be the shower,
Where from the rain falls to cleanse,
Where the head gets a awe spin,
Where its virtue had always been,
The roof over a million dreams.

So I care not,
If I am the blind for this earth,
The ghost of an enemy,
With no eyes, I still feel,
The rewarding gift of eternity.

#poetry #life #drama #beautiful #nature #art #story #vintage #glorious #goodlife