Friday, January 20, 2012

Its Now or Never

Sometimes, someone's life seems so bloody perfect, that your imperfection glares at you. A happy family, a happily married life, a good job, a great girlfriend.....and among all these perfectionists, there lives millions of imperfect fellows....This poem is for those DESTINY'S FUCKED UP CHILDREN.

ITS NOW OR NEVER
                                                                                             - SAPTADEEP BASU (2011)

With a pen in his hand & a memory in sight,
Began the poet in his struggle to rhyme;
Juggling with his words till the end of the night,
Promising him, an end to smile.

A thousand words wasted.....a million to go,
Fighting with himself.....he had his happiness to flow;
But the laughter dimmed and the wails aloud,
The butchered heart once again cried loud.

He tried to breathe life to the tear soaked paper,
Scribbled the title, “It’s now or never”;
Lit the stale smoke he saved for the day,
And let the moment lazily graze away.

The words came and yet flew by,
The silent pen refused to oblige;
The empty bottle of vodka laughed at my wits
I struggled for the night, while she called it quits.

The morning kissed the night goodbye,
The sky from my window lent a pretty sight;
The poet resigned in his struggle to rhyme,
And his futile attempt to make himself smile.

Hours fled till the sun baked the earth,
The birds chirped a mournful dirge,
The open window rattled in the wind,
Releasing the silence caught within.

The blood stained paper fluttered in the breeze,
“It’s now or never” as the moment ceased;
His final words held his reason to smile;
“A silent poem from a fucked up child”.
 
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6 comments:

Anonymous said...

I am no poet so don't expect me to rhyme,
I don't know whose life u see so bloody perfect, definitely its not mine.
A good job, a happy family, a great girlfriend you say,
Look inside! Probably a zillion things he chose not to display.
There's no one called destiny's not fucked up son;
As far as I know, time and destiny bars no one.

AD

mamta said...

A thousand words wasted.....a million to go,
Fighting with himself.....he had his happiness to flow;
But the laughter dimmed and the wails aloud,
The butchered heart once again cried loud.
awesome really!!

well when we are not able to put words to our depression and frustration we should not do too other wise it will create headache. some time we do not have words to describe our state of mind let them flow the way they are going.

good one really, a juggling from life and poetry haan.

Cloud Nine said...

Great! I wish i could write poetry like this...Words are always insufficient when ti comes to expression.

shailendra bhardwaj said...

Gud work basu........... I can assure u that when u write from the bottom of heart, u need not to write in rhyme.......... U wrote a grt poem & it shows u have the poet material in you........ All the best for future writing......

Red Handed said...

Beautifully crafted!

Rahul Bagaria said...

Nice one basu

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