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Snigdha Banerjee May 2016
I wait for the rain
To wash away my pain
Snigdha Banerjee May 2016
For The Late Night Chats
For HKS*
I Didn't Believe In Angels Until I Met Her
She Cleared The Blur
Baby I Promise You Us Forever
We Met & My Pain Was Understood
You Are Pretty Good
For You Cared
When I Feared
Your Warm Embracing Hugs Made Me Feel Home
You Be The Reason I Don't Feel Alone
For You Were There
When I Could Hardly Bear
Baby I Want You To Know
Each Passing Day My Love For You Shall Grow
People May Come & Go
But To You Sweetheart My Heart I Owe
Your Smile So Beautiful, True & Bright
My Life Has True Meaning When You Are At Sight
I'll Stay
Never Ever Leave You Away
Baby I'll Be You Happy Everyday
Your Words So Pure
I Love You More
Your Eyes So Kind
That I'll Never Leave You Behind
Strongest Bond We Do Share
Always Know I Do Care
You have Embraced Me, & Your Friendship Is True
I Know I'll Withstand Everything, Now That I Have You
This I Wrote For A Friend Of Mine ! Very Close Perhaps My Better Half ! She Be The Best Soul ! I Love You ! *Sakshi*
Snigdha Banerjee May 2016
I'd rather be paper,
And I mean this with every word,
I know this sounds like a contrary,
But my decision is firm.

Because darling', people can write upon you,
Stories of pain and remorse they wish to let go,
You can be their solace in this dying breath,
Say, has not ever paper made you feel home?

Then somebody can play origami, you know,
They could turn me into a butterfly,
So before this paper girl flys away with the wind,
I'd have my wings to shoot across the sky.

And I'd rather have a paper heart,
I'd rather be fragile than strong,
Because darling', just listen to me once,
Aren't strong the people who've been hurting weak for so long?

Yes, I'd rather get hurt than hurt the millions,
Because if you didn't know and if you didn't see, fragile is how we start.
And fragile is beauty, beauty born from pain,
Just take my own and hand me over a paper heart.
Doesn't it !?
Snigdha Banerjee May 2016
I’m tired of these misconceptions
The expectation for perfection
Everyone is pointed in the wrong direction

They are the light of the world
so let us be their inspiration
hold a candle in their honor
and let’s begin the celebration!

Inconceivable mysteries hidden in the minds of young children
They are the ones that see but do not expect perfection

I’m not perfect, but soon you’ll begin to see
That perfect is not the thing to be
Because what is inside is the only explanation you could ever need

Innocence is what’s inside
And that’s the beauty of it, you see
In their beautiful, untainted minds
Perfection is an idea that exists in everything

Everything big, everything small
Children see the beauty in it all

Why can’t we see from the eyes of children?
That innocence is lost in the older generation
We’ve seen the horror and pain
Again and again

We’ve got so caught up in drama and evil, that we no longer see the beauty and perfection
It’s a sad, sad thing that this world is coming to

But children, they see right through
why do we teach people to be perfect when no body is!? why are we taught to hate our imperfections? can't we make our imperfections our strength and make its glory shine upon us to make us enlightened and perfectly perfect !?
Snigdha Banerjee May 2016
Seventeen I Was ! Much  Stupid To Be Called Sane ! Yes like every other girl I too had a dream world where I was “Marzi Ki Mallika” the very thought of being matured haunted me & being a teenager you just can’t avoid the driving crazy adrenaline rush that you get when you fantasise stuff of being in love. My fantasies resulted in prettily adorable pieces of poems and bits of stories where A Boy fell in love with A Girl. I had dated my dreams since forever & it was amazing & what justifies this statement of mine is that they never disappoint ! talking to people knowing stories making new friends and sharing memories with old one’s that was indeed perfect to me ! I always tried to describe that perfectly adorable moment of falling in love in the best possible way I could fantasise ! Not too soon I realized that moment cannot be emphasised !

THAT MOMENT IS A CAPTURED MEMORY

Turned 23 Yay ! Loads Of Birthday Presents ! Wishes ! Hearty Felicitations ! etc etc 6 years passed since then & I remained the same still much stupid to be called sane ! Maa smiles while she still wakes me up in the morning saying Kobe Boro Hobi (when will you grow up). I giggle and hug her knowing not when !! I see the beautiful stock of my soft toys which helped me remain childish when suddenly my mirror reported about how messy my hair was ! OH GAWED maaa… my instant reaction was !

I was told love happens when matured ! I herd the same but fortunately dared not to believe ! Th0 I knowingly knew that dating a girl like me a guy will have to fall in love with my messed up stuff he needs to constantly date my love for 3a.m coffee & my craziness for maggi accompanied with coke ! My idiotic obsessions with vampire & songs of Nusrat & Kishore & perhaps tolerate the constant humming of those part of songs which I loved ! Questioned my self quiet frequently about will my love accompany me while I trek through the mighty mountains will he accompany me in my best moments of life will he even accept me the way I am !?? such questions did nothing but made me fall asleep which ended up in GOOD MORNINGS with Bournvita !

Usual mornings and unusual days thereafter ! mobile rings I ran to pick up the call it was none other than my beloved going to be husband AASHIQ

Good morning ! come lets plan out something crazy  ! Adrenaline rush  What About A Trek At Ladakh ! Readily agreeing to the proposal I said yes ! We drove together as I discovered his playlist matched mine ! with each passing moment I got the answers to much awaited stupid questions ! while I was unanswerable to his lone question why I had smiled while he drove ! We got down  amidst green surroundings   he picked up a piece of sugarcane and nervously began to chew on it as he was humming one of my favourite songs, He looked at me like I was the only **** thing that’ll ever matter to him looking constantly into my eyes he blurred out ILOVEYOU&WANTTOMARRYYOU;

I always valued crazy memories but this was the craziest one perhaps ! I started laughing unwantedly pointing at his face ! His front tooth had broken! He had been trying to be a stud only to impress me he tried to peel the sugarcane with his teeth & somehow ended up loosing the bottom part of his front incisor !

I Blushed later ! My face betrayed two expressions – Amusement & Shyness !

I Fell In Love Unknowingly Without A Parachute ! much madness was added when I couldn’t resist saying ILOVEYOU

His eyes met mine with a sparkle of mischief  AKHO AKHO ME PYAR HOGAYA

Committed !  Not Confused !

Start Of A New Journey Hands In Hands We Start Our Trek ! !
Bits Of Crazy Life
Snigdha Banerjee May 2016
Hey
Hello There
You Are My Rain
You Are Soft, Gentle, Sad, Beautifully Mad
But Baby You Are The Rain,
& I Just A Passer By
Under Your Cloudy Sky.
Falling In Love
Within The Second
First Rain Drops,
To The Very Last.
You Are My Rain
& I Have Loved
Every Bit Of You.
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