NANDITA SAMANTA

NANDITA SAMANTA

STARVING SEED

We were young willfully tied by our imagination

Our wit, art, passion  and musical inclination

It was a consensual evolution ....

Soon dominating brain devolution

Rumbling love heard empathic eco,

Muffled by your bloated ego.

You have failed in love a countless times

Paid no heed to these heart wrenching crimes

Years have passed and we are still together

Drowning  in abysmal tears I'm not a forsaker

Every time you cheat my heart bleeds deep within

Beautifully camouflaged by my pallid skin.

Overlooking your apathy and lies

Wait for a glint of love in your eyes

My soul never whines ,nor my lips opine ,

You dig me up to  play with -time to time.

Then when on my bed I  lay all bare

Pray save my soul ! for once you do care

I have only catered to your humane needs;

Never let love blossom,it's still a starving a seed,

For the love we once held so dear,

one last request

Hold me in your arms and embrace me to rest.

©nandita  12.4.2016.

UNSTOPPABLE

Disappointment, loneliness, insignificance

Can push someone to the edge of oblivion

Jagged shards of memory cut , bite , scrap the already dented psyche

Even in recollection the heart squall for mercy.

Immobilized one stands rambling between if's and maybe 's

Locked in an unknown maze

the shrouded living corpse echoes every inhaling-exhaling breath.

Pain inscribe glyphs on the walls of the heart

Ecstasy's imminent storm moan and groan muffled in the wall.

The soul stands on the pulpit

Pretending to believe in -

I do , how well I do.

Awareness Like dark mocha in a cup of expectation

Float as froth on miraculous possibilities

Hoping to conjoin the now diverged path

And begin a new journey towards infinity.

As if awakening from a deep slumber

Happily entangled in situations and destiny

Glide past all devious despair

Triumphing over the chaos

Life starts all over again it's torturous journey in the labyrinthine path.

©nsamanta 6.4.2016.

NOTION

Rising from the past a notion so vague ;came piercing the storm , grinding the snow ,knocking my door .

Sitting by the fire looked at the clock which showed midnight ,the pit pattering rain on the window pane made it even more forlorn.

You will come back to me I  knew,

The nostalgia grips every throbbing heart -

the warm cup of coffee besides this fire.

The sweet summer flowery aroma , the sultry togetherness ,cuddled in arms , letting the winnowing winds pass through my silky hair.

With each oozing hour, softly dying days ,the fading flowers, breaking tide, I feel the heat of ur burning pyre.

I knew you'll come my beloved , take me to the shining world of uncertain angelic light .

With passionate love, blind devotion ; I'll embrace the quivering fire feeling thousand warm kisses and a warm embrace.

A notion so vague yet so strong,

I know it's u at the door - Nostalgia of the past coming to seek solace in the present.

©nsamanta 13.3 2016

NANDITA SAMANTA