S A BISWAS

S A BISWAS 11h

My heart is broken, torn to shreds,
Fragments scattered, dreams lie dead.
Sadness pierces, sharp and deep,
A shadowed soul that longs to weep.

No hopes remain, just cold despair,
A silent ache fills empty air.
The fleeting light breaks on the sea,
A distant whisper calling me.

Yet in this night, though darkness reigns,
Must I seek a prosthetic heart again?
To stir my soul, to mend the seams,
To breathe new life into my dreams.

To eclipse the agony, heal the scars,
Rekindle hope beneath the stars.
Can hearts remade still play their part,
And find new strength—a prosthetic heart?

S A BISWAS 7d

War

To someone,
War is humane,
A necessary evil,
A harbinger of peace.
War is geopolitics,
A game of *******,
A form of meditation.
War is peace, they say,
War is business,
Nothing more than that.
But to those who have no voice,
Who cannot choose,
War is pain,
Destruction and debris.
War is untimely death,
Annihilation,
Dehumanization.
War is mass extermination,
An endless cycle of loss and grief.
War is displacement,
A deep, unhealed trauma,
War is homelessness,
And dreams reduced to dust.

S A BISWAS Dec 11

A Silent Passerby

Now I am a silent passerby,
frozen in a frame of time 
Gazing at the footprints you leave behind, 
Like a distant morning star, 
Ethereal, yet confined.

S A BISWAS Dec 5

The Mighty Love

I love you—not for possession, 
Nor for the sake of destruction. 
To some, it may seem a mere fantasy, 
But to me, it's a path to transformation.

Love is not always blind; 
It opens our hearts, teaching us to be kind.
 It’s not for seduction or fleeting desire, 
But a flame that uplifts, a soul's true fire.

Love means sacrifice,
A gift both selfless and wise.
To clear the path, to light the way,
For your beloved to seize their day.

S A BISWAS Dec 3

Tempest

Raging tempest, roaring loud,
 Broken house beneath the shroud. 
Massive wave, its fury grand, 
Strikes big upon the fragile land.

Coastal village swept away, 
Flooded roads in disarray. 
Submerged car, its journey done, 
Drowned cattle beneath the sun.

Pitch-black dark, a haunting veil,
 Screeching mouse tells sorrow's tale. 
Silent valley, still and grim, 
Nature's hymn, both fierce and dim.

S A BISWAS Dec 2

Other half of my soul

The day I met you, the world stood still, 
A quiet moment, a heart to fill.
 I saw in your eyes a spark, a flame, 
A mirror of my soul that whispered my name.

Half of me wandered, lost in the night,
 Searching for warmth, for love, for light. 
Then you appeared, and the pieces aligned, 
You were the half I was destined to find.

In your laughter, I hear a song, 
A melody that carries me along. 
In your touch, a calm so true, 
Finally knew, the day I met you.

No longer alone, no longer apart, 
You are the rhythm that beats in my heart.
 The other half of my soul, complete, 
A love like ours, nothing could defeat.

S A BISWAS Dec 2

Men at work

They toil here, day and night 
From dawn's soft glow to dusk's last light. 
Each hour they work, their spirits concealed
 All for the promise of their next meal.
To me, it's a scene that captivates the eye 
But for them, it's a struggle beneath the sky. 
What seems a story of grit and grace 
Hides untold burdens they silently face.