ANINDITA MAZUMDAR

ANINDITA MAZUMDAR

Desire

Follow desire,

like a ball of fire

and chase to achieve the goal.

If you don't find ways,

work nights and days

and run to reach other pole.

If roads get blocked,

and hope seems clogged.

No matter what bigger mass tell.

Try once more

to find scopes galore

when you tried and dared to fail.

Once you dare to fail,

you learn to scale

the mountains that choke your ride.

Without losing much hope,

find every other scope.

Let faith paves it's way to guide.

You learnt your lessons,

with enough of credence.

Now it's time for you to proceed.

With a smile on face

and an eloquent grace

you reach your goal, thus succeed.

Follow desire,

to soar much higher

than where you right away belong.

That's the spirit,

just love to hear it,

the heart when sings this song.

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Remembering You

Ochre tinge of withered leaves when

smears with sand and dust.

Softest rustle of endless music

perish with wintry gust.

Winter arrives by beating the drum,

while Autumn smiles an adieu.

My heart seems to drift apart,

always remembering you.

Morosed sunshine welcomes back,

the memories that were lost.

Gently kisses the lonely lass

and leaves her all engrossed.

Silent tears mingle slowly,

along with drops of dew.

Pensive murmur of withered leaves,

touch by remembering you.

Days when roll to speechless nights,

solitude swamps with tides.

Sonorous lullaby of the crickets,

tries to act as guides.

Guides to act for pleasing memoirs

dipped in radiant hue.

Left behind, but way to find,

thoroughly remembering you.

Nights when provide with every pleasure

to lull with all it's past.

Is it pleasure or hordes of pain?

That hold with tears and lust?

Your vibrant presence even in absence

is eternal and not just new.

Love you ever, my treasured beau,

shamelessly remembering you.

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Pondering

In this very depth,

each and every single breath,

when mingled with the vastness of ocean.

Not enough of sublime,

in one sole lifetime,

bond seemed for ages in this motion.

You came down for me,

leaving every luxury,

touched this bruised and battered soul.

You helped me to fly,

like vibrant butterfly.

Time stopped once and for all.

Like wonders of seven,

in angelic, blissful heaven,

time proved very short indeed.

Your early departure,

seemed dismal torture,

marooned when in dire urgent need.

Today, being alone,

crossing path so unknown,

recall the traces of dew.

Those very fragrance,

in my own, lone silence,

pondering thoughts for you.

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ANINDITA MAZUMDAR