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  Jun 2015 Sayan Sen
Day Wing
Written not only by the ink of pens, but also by the soul of  hearts
Sayan Sen Apr 2015
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  Oct 2014 Sayan Sen
Anand
Maybe that is why
I don't cry
when to my dear ones
I bid goodbye
can't say if it's poetry, just a passing thought...
I did not cry when my grandparents died.
I bid them farewell, cherishing the memories I shared with them.
Because I believe life is not a destination but a journey. The moment you die, a new journey starts, and this circle continues 'till you are liberated.

Moreover, I have seen people who didn't look after their parents all their lives
but on their demise, during funeral ceremony, they portray a false, insincere display of emotion, shedding crocodile tears.

All you have got is here and now. Live life and love your dear ones to the fullest. :)
  Oct 2014 Sayan Sen
Haydn Swan
In front of the mirror doing my hair,
It’s all in the prep work, don’t despair,
Soon be time for the big event,
all this grooming is time well spent,

walk like a robot, keep a straight face,
don’t want a single hair out of place,
grab the phone, yes this is the spot,
set it all up for the perfect shot,

try to look natural, find the right pose,
hide the blemish that’s on my nose,
impossible angles, arm muscles ache,
the phone in my hand is starting to shake,

follow the light, keep stumbling back,
I think I’m having a panic attack,
all this stress is really no fun,
but a click of the button and the deed is done !
Sayan Sen Oct 2014
Staring out of the window
Watching it all go
It's a new day tomorrow
The end of sorrow
A fresh start
But deep in my heart
I'm afraid
As the scars fade
And the jourey begins
I am counting my sins
Will I be punished?
For the duty I cherished?
Sayan Sen Oct 2014
The streets are empty.
Stars are shy.
I am accompanied by
Streetlights
and
Overcast sky.
Just me and my constant
Melancholy being fritted.
Remembering old days
And the dreams we knitted
I stare at the skyline
Spread ahead, then disappearing.
It's just my fear of infinite
That is interfering.
         ~ Sayan Sen
Sayan Sen Oct 2014
Who was that?
Was it me?
You?
**Who?
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