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Snigdha Banerjee May 2015
It’s easy to forget what an amazing gift life really is.
Our lives are nothing but a cosmic blink.
Even our seemingly all-encompassing world is just tiny blue dot circling an average sized star spiraling around a galaxy of 200-400 billion stars, which itself is just one galaxy among billions more.
Yet for one brief moment, we get to experience the wonders of existence, of consciousness.
I stopped explaining myself
when i realized
we are forever trying to explain ourselves to the world
or the world to ourselves
don't explain
the one who explains lies
How can you describe the true form of something
in whose presence you are blotted out
and in whose being you still exist !
Snigdha Banerjee May 2015
I tried to find you in each drop of rain
I looked for you in wounded pain
I went through my lost smiles
looking for you i walked for miles
I tried to find you in blank pages
I searched for you since ages
I looked for you in the lying mirror
Oh I looked for you almost everywhere
Then Once for a while
I regained back my smile
I drowned in my heart
Finding you there I couldn't apart
I fond you drowning in my heart !
Snigdha Banerjee May 2015
"Mother" is such a simple word,
But to me there’s meaning seldom heard.
For everything I am today,
My mother’s love showed me the way.

I’ll love my mother all my days,
For enriching my life in so many ways.
You're my cushion when I fall
You support me whenever I call.
You give guidance when I ask;
You're the master of every task.

You let me know you love me
In so many different ways.
You make me feel important
With encouragement and praise.
To comfort and to care
Your love follows me everywhere.

I learned about love from you,
Watching your caring ways.
I learned about joy from you
In fun-filled yesterdays.
From you I learned forgiving
Of faults both big and small.
I learned what I know about living
From you, as you gave life your all.
Mom, you’ve always been the best
A better mom than all the rest.
I’m thankful for all the things you do
I’m glad my mom is extra special you!
On Mother’s Day, I want you to know
You’re the greatest mom, and I love you so.
There’s one more thing I want to say:
I wish you Happy Mother’s Day!
Kay its mother's day so i just wanted to say thanks for all that you did for me !!!!  
Th0 I mentioned a few things only in this poem cause if i start writing i guess i would end up creating a great novel ! :P
okay i love you !
and will continue to do so !
Snigdha Banerjee May 2015
Oh the weight of unrealized love,
The sun that pulls the heart,
The gravity that holds us under,
The rain that floods from eyes,
Only to fall on shores,
Returning us in thoughts,
To the start of love.

My heart runs the similar path of earth,
To escape from hands of light,
Only to find memories of moons,
Shimmering in waters of nights,
On oceans of eyes.

Colored dark but strangely calm,
Our restless waves of thoughts.
Conformed to matter not.
A loveless existence of breathless space,
And purposeless dimensions.
Love is something that can't be emphasized so easily !
Love is not where limits is there
Universe is limitless
Go through this
I hope you enjoy !!!!
Snigdha Banerjee May 2015
My world, a relic,
My hopes, unnavigated,
The sky transports my dreaminess
The wind wins me with drunken delight
Nothing actualized
From my deluge of desire,
Couldn't cast a soul
With my far aspirations.
I celebrate the vibrant joy
Of the cosmic poet,
Savoring every nuance of his love
I admire his formidable face
As a ruthless destroyer of wrong
I embrace his elixir -- love,
His death, suffering and solace--
Likewise.
I cherish his sparkling vigil,
His endless luminosity,
Then again
His opaque darkness
As appalling as that may be
I honor his luscious love
That mingles, matches, unites,
As well as the rifts
That rip up the heart
Poets are amazingly amazing they navigate the unnavigated things so easily :)
Snigdha Banerjee May 2015
I am from the seasons
That never ends
They repeat their memories
Repeating them selves
Dead branches white snow
Blue sky the sun’s glow
Red leaves the winds blow
Green grass the river’s flow
These bewitching seasons enamor me no end
Memories tug at my soul
In their depth I blend
Besotted by seasons I am
They leave me in jam
Clocks turn, Seasons change
Memories and moments one can’t exchange
Accepting each season
Approaching each moment
I breathe in cold frigid air
And exhale warm clouds
Seasons are happy
Seasons are sad
Seasons are beautifully mad
I am from the seasons
That never ends
They repeat their memories
Repeating themselves.
Well had to write something for school online magazine !
Snigdha Banerjee Apr 2015
He Said : Do you like me
I said : I love you !
He Said : I love you more than you !
I said : Would you walk with me for a while *
He said : (with a smile) for *
miles & miles

I said : I Miss You !
He Said : I don't
He said : I won't
I said : WHY ?
He said : Please don't cry ,
I wept
He said : Cause I Couldn't Apart
                 Cause You Are My Heart
I said : I want to *meet *
He said : **Listen to your heart beat !!!!!
I never met him but I know he exists !
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