I was looking at the sea
and I saw not only myself
I saw my friend
left many years
backward

I saw my sister
which swam far away
I saw people
another century
and the future

I was looking at the sea
and saw hours there
saw the hours past
saw the clock real
and saw the hours coming
I saw everything there

03.08.18

Eight is the number we share in years
A quiet plea, she hardly hears
This is where the magic ends
Giggling with her other friends
Eight is the number we share in years
Alone, I’m drowning in my tears.

Maybe years passed by you with no hope in the horizon!

Maybe hours wasted in things you didn't feel them!

Maybe breathes sneaked away without feeling where they went!

Then that unplanned minute happens when your eyes touch that person while he is in front of you projecting that peace that you were fighting for!

When your heart gives that beat, were you straying for ages to know you are alive!

Then...

That is the moment when you realise that you reached one of your Meaningful Beat in your life!

My heart won't slow down
and I want to laugh,
it's ridiculous how after all these years
you still cause my heart to melt
and I hate it.
I should be over this,
I should be over you.

It has been years since we have been apart,
But you will always live in me.
I wish we could go back and restart.

A sad smile and a broken heart,
Like the old branches of a tree.
It has been years since we have been apart.

I do not have words to start,
The clock strikes twelve thirty three.
I wish we could go back and restart.

I seek solace in art,
I hope it can set me free.
It has been years since we have been apart.

We are now miles apart,
Your face is what I wish to see.
I wish we could go back and restart.

I sit in my room with our to-do chart,
And you are not next to me.
It has been years since we have been apart.
I wish we could go back and restart.










Tanay Sengupta, Copyright © 2018. All Rights Reserved

Closure;
Seemed like such a cheesy word,
until I realized,
the reason my heart hurt so much,
was because a nine year old
didn't get to say goodbye,
seven years ago.

Five is the number we share in years
I talk out loud, but no one hears
Thinking it’s some kind of game
Left me and they passed the blame
Five is the number we share in years
Friendship isn’t always clear.

Three is the number we share in years
Another joins; she feeds my fears
Duo-plus-one and left behind
Silent smiles—don’t speak your mind!
Three is the number we share in years
Learn to act; exude fake cheer.