The screams have been roaring
Thriving, locked in my head
Had I done nothing
There they would stay

But a new day has risen
Change I stray from, change I seek
Alas, the scars burn
Screams merely dulled to whispers

I am able to turn my ears away
Yet they linger in my heart
So cold, an aching snowfall
On my very soul

"You still love him, desperate as always"
"Difficult, unstable, unworthy *****"
"You are too afraid to try any more"
Now be silent and perish already"

The snow dissolves to nothing
In the midst of my true flame
The screams silence themselves
For I no longer listen to deafening lies

Despite my efforts, forgetting is futile
I am still persisted by whispers to this day
I cast them away as illusions
Bringing focus to the light I hold

honey
it dripped down your chest
over your stomach
onto my waiting hands
it poured from your mouth
over your lips
onto mine
a nectar for gods
you unified my thoughts
into poetry
with your bare hands
you were yellow
yellow like the sun
like fields of tulips
like the petals
of carnations
your skin sprinkled
with freckles
of cotton
white like clouds
during spring afternoons
i lay underneath
the waterfalls of honey
that dripped down your being
like a sacrifice
like a field of roses
waiting
to be plucked
I longed for you
for the spring days
you hid in your hair
and the light rain
in the pit of your stomach
my entire self
hidden in your fingertips

and I lost myself
when your honey covered
lips
whispered
my name

Your body entangled in mine,
          your careless whispers singing in my ears.
                    While your touch sending goosebumps,
                                    up and down and my spine.

Invisible people
Figment of my imagination
Borrowed in my subconscious
touching and reaching
grabbing and pulling
whispering and fueling
Fear and doubt
Insecurities and pain
Every second
Of every day.

Their whispers
perforates my self-esteem
withers my self-belief
deteriorates my self-image.

My mind feels like a battlefield
A constant fight of not caring
of what they think
or say.

For there are days
When I set my mind
In to prioritizing my moment
passion, purpose, fun, and life
And not care.

But some days
they encroach into my mind
Seep through the cracks
Diffuse between the synapses
firing terror.

Letting me stare once more
at my own abyss.

A destroyed castle by the sea in a full moon night,
The sand bathes under the moon light;
I can hear her whispers,
I can see her cry.

The waves rush to the land,
Trampling on the sand;
As she walks away,
Her mind is a dark canvas.

With a heavy heart and moist eyes,
She soars above the sky;
The sun welcomes her with its warmth,
To a beautiful dawn.

Every day ends with a night
And every night ends with a day.









Tanay Sengupta, Copyright © 2018.
All Rights Reserved.

i like it when you whisper and the world in hushed lips
fallingly desires more.    That you sing while speaking
all within my own heart i too fall within you
filled within my soul you and mine within yours

i like it when you whisper  and the world wishes too --
knows what madly soaring hearts say when
the sun sleeps and angels snore;  i too fall within you
-- are part of my soul , stay forever

mostly i like your whisper-love within my heart side-by-side
at night within the spooned bed and moon smiles fallingly
stars wishing they had one as you.

:: 02-14-2015 ::
Rev: 11-10-2018