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Sanchari Ghosh Oct 2020
He still comes in my thoughts...
To sleep on my lap..
And I still whisper..
Sweet nothings in his ear..
Till all his demons go back to sleep.
No questions are asked..
No voices are raised..
No sorry is told....
I do not tell him how I lost him..
In the middle of the road..
I do not tell him how I have ran miles..
Looking for his shadows..
And I do not let him know..
How I sleep in noisy corners..
So I can shout in my dreams...
In deafening silence...
He sleeps on my lap..
Like nothing has changed..
And nothing ever will.


Sanchari Ghosh May 2019
All those times I wrote for you..
Poems that didn't even rhyme
Poems that said what I couldn't have said..
Poems that bled everytime..
Poems that told stories of love..
Stories of moments long gone..
Stories of hearts that bled to death..
Stories of strings that were torn..
Stories of hands that were held...
Just to let go one day..
Stories of lovers who had loved a lot..
But still couldn't stay..
Stories of souls dancing on blades..
Till their feet could draw stars..
On silver snow and greener grass
That caressed the deep red scars..
All those stories have come to an end..
The last pages have been read..
We have to leave the novel we wrote..
And announce the lovers dead...
And one last time I am writing for you...
Poem that doesn't even rhyme..
The end is here...I hope you save your heart...
Mine...will heal with time..
This one goes to the one who broke my heart.
Sanchari Ghosh Mar 2019
I look out from my window..
I see the moments passing by..
Like a train of colours ..
Unhinged, unabashed...
The world seems so oblivious..
To the storm that lies..
Inside of me..
The fire that hides..
Behind my eyes..
The stories that are written..
Behind the closed doors.
The scars I hide behind my smiles..
The tears I hide behind my laughters..
I let my thoughts drown..
In the forbidden liqour of the glass
In the gray smokes..
Of death between my fingers..
And wonder..
When did my world..
Get so detached
From the world outside..
When did I build these walls..
And stop participating in the rush of colours
That touch everyone but me....
When did I choose a window..
To apathetically watch
The moments passing by..
Like a train of colours ..
Unhinged, unabashed..
Sanchari Ghosh Dec 2016
How to love...how to breathe
How to hide you beneath..
The layers of dreams i see..
How to laugh...how to smile..
How to cry everytime..
You love me for being me

I know me, i know life..
Could you be my chosen knife..
To tear my heart into parts..
How could you love me so?
You know I'm broken though...
Cupid must be bad at playing darts..

I see you..I grasp air..
In some unknown scared despair..
To catch the moments that go fleeting by..
How to love...how to breathe..
How to hide you beneath..
You're a bird...you were meant to fly..

I will be the empty cage..
In your book, just a page..
Write my name in the deepest red..
How could you love me so...
You know I'm broken though..
I wanna be the empty side of ur bed...
Sanchari Ghosh Aug 2016
The little girl loved collecting dreams
She travelled wild, she travelled far..
She collected dreams from all but me
Cast creed and age no bar.

And when her bag was full for the day,
She worked her magic on each of them.
The dreams came true for all who dreamt..
And their lives were no longer the same.

When we grew old, she came to us,
"whats your dream? To be able to dance?
To be rich and young? Having power?
Whatever be it, just tell me once."

"Oh i had one" I said to her
"It came true long before"
"How come? I have never been here"
Confused , she stopped at our door.

I held your face in my hands,
"How could my dreams not come true?"
When all i have ever dreamt of...
Was to grow old with you."
Dedicated to the love of my life
Sanchari Ghosh Jul 2016
I woke up at the crack of dawn...
cuckoos cooing their bit...
leaves rustling in the stale yesterday air...
my dog sleeps curled on the floor..
his innocent eyes questioning the morning...
I make my toast..
gulp down the lump in my throat...
lump of words i had hidden under the bed
only...if only...
i had confessed ...
only ...if only
my guards could fade...
only if only...
I would have said..

Hey you...yes you...
Do u hear me??
I wanted to say this..
Since your "hello"..
U r my destiny...
See my dull mornings??
The lights have dimmed...
I dimmed them with words untrue...
Look beyond the nonchalance in my eyes...
My soul is screaming...
from times unknown...
I have loved you...
This goes to all those who are afraid to open  their heart....letting the feelings enter hurts less than leaving them banging at the door
Sanchari Ghosh May 2016
When he comes o when he comes..
Let me lord hold him close..
In the dark nothingness of my arms..
When he looks o when he looks..
Let it be lord the same poetry..
My pens have scribbled n thou books..
When he goes o when he goes..
Let there be lord no footprints...
So that the heart never knows
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