The Ghost & the Man Within

Hey people.....this poem is like a bit strange...even for me actually....& I have pretty less words to describe it. It's like the duality of a person who exists as a man in this world & yet as a ghost in the world it wants to be in. I hope the Pied Piper can enthrall you with this poem too. But I want you to let the words flow in its pace n not hurry the moment, I want you to bring the images that the words crave in your mind for we all are ghosts in someone's else's world & yet the desire remains to live like a man.
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THE GHOST & THE MAN WITHIN

                                                                                            - SAPTADEEP BASU (2012)

I’m the ghost of your dreams,

The memories that never tends to die,

Escaping and probably hiding,

Living my life with the crumbs of your scattered life.

Sometimes I meant someone.....

Someone like anyone that walks by you;

May be you cared.....but what if it never bothered you at all.

I dream about you.....that you are thinking of me right now,

What do I care if you still sleep beside him?

I own your memories and the body is just a whore.

I am done living my life as a ghost.

I want my feelings to be of a man,

Bold, confident and handsome as you want to see me,

I walk infront of you,

I stare into those dark eyes, and pause for a moment;

Like a deep breath I let you seep inside my soul,

 And allow my feelings to take the shape of words.

Huh.....but the voiceless tears roll down.

Why I just can’t speak any more?

Why I cannot be the man beside you caressing the body I craved for?

Why do I suffer at all?

Yes, I just live to be the ghost of your dreams,

But the memories never let the feelings die,

Which survives yet another day,

With a wish buried deep inside;

Miles apart they will recite my rhymes,

Whispering in your ears;

I want to love you like a man this one time.

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My Few Words

There are times I wished I had said you all. And yet the time never came my way. I don't know why I stopped and I would never knew what you felt.
This poem is about those few words that often are held back for the "moment" and then it never comes our way. I never realised why I always stood like a silent stranger when you were always so close to my heart. Why I never allowed those words to slip through.
Yes, even with a bagfull of words, the pied piper has faltered to express what he felt for you.

My Few Words

                                                                      -Saptadeep Basu (2012)

A few words left unspoken yesterday,

A few words kept hidden from today,

A few promises that were broken to keep others alive,

And a few spare feelings, that were left buried deep inside.

The seconds ticked by in a gruesome pace,

Caught in a web of “could have been” moments;

Sometimes I whispered them; sometimes I had chosen to shout;

But my feelings had always been spoken to myself.

Couldn’t tell you how beautiful you looked with your dimpled smile,

Couldn’t hum the song that I had written for those mesmerising eyes,

Couldn’t give you the letters, I had dumped below my lonely bed,

Where often I had expressed; and which only I had read.  

 I never cared for the flowers to bloom,

Never dreamt for the rainbow to peep through my door,

I had never wished for the violins to play for us,

All I waited for was a perfect start.

Today as you walk away with your steady steps,

Tramping those silly feelings that you never knew existed,

I wish I could stop you and pour out my heart,

And not fade away unnoticed, as my life slowly departs.

Few words will yet be left unspoken today,

Some promises buried with my soul,

Few spare feelings with no wings to fly,

And tell you all I had always wished for.

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