Saturday, February 26, 2011

The fresh lease of life

Its been ages when I had been so much in my thoughts.......& today after about 3 years when I was atlast successful in scribbling sumthing...I felt life has come back to me once again.....a second chance to pour my heart out......so without much ado......I want to begin with d latest tune of the pied piper.....titled "The Last Night"..


The Last Night
-          Saptadeep Basu (2011)

With a bottle of whisky
& a half finished glass in my hand;
Accompanied by the setting sun on my window,
I sat down to scribble my life again.

As my eyes gazed past the dimming twilight,
I saw a child playing with his friends;
No colour, no creed, no religion he knew,
But the memories were jaded and a bit too few.

Lit up the cigar in my dim lit room,
Consumed with smoke I remembered the youth.
His lovers galore & his beautiful wife,
All melted away like my whisky ice.

Danced the golden water in my glass,
Perspiring in my hand like a virgin wife,
Brought her towards my parched lips once again,
She entered me with her wild delight.

The moon rose high in the sky,
The empty bottle wanted to say good night,
But my tired soul still gazed towards the horizon,
Dreaming to sleep with its open eyes.

The never-ending night had cast its shadow,
The only hope being my cigar light,
But lost its fight with the darkness within,
And merged itself with the dark night.
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10 comments:

chiraag said...

Wah Wah!!!! Wah Wah!!! Pukka Bewra thadki lag raha hain tu is poem se!!!!

Ram A Singh said...

good writing.
www.maibolunga.blogspot.com

mamta said...

really wonderful composition

mamta said...

second line "as my past gazed ......and "the only hope being my cigar light" ....liked these lines most in the poem because of the deep meaning behind it.your complete poem has deep meaning really.any way keep it up.

mamta said...

and about your second line want to say one thing that children are always innocent but as they grow up we taught them to behave like elders and they also leave that innocence behind .and when we grow up we also miss the innocence and purity of soul we had in our childhood but people used to call that innocence as a fool as we grow up.

well want to say two lines here written by me .......
mere bachpan ki rahi -sahi masumiyat
bade sehar ki sadko par ,
tak taki lagaye kuch dhundhti reh gayi .

Saptadeep said...

Dats true....d innocence is always killed by the brutality of life.....Ur lines make me remember sumthing.....how simple Life ws in my little town...seriously lost myself here 2 b sum1

mamta said...

yeah true very very true.to be some one we lost not only innocence but we had to leave many things behind.

Saptadeep said...

U know..will soon update a small poem about the feelings u just wrote about....Wrote it long back in 2007 wen I started my journey in this selfish world of struggle...huh miss my home dearly!!!

mamta said...

okay then hope to see the post very soon.struggle makes us strong as well as mature .it teach us to live far away from people .is not it ?

tirthankar said...

dude. u r on a roll!

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