2 of my poems
Il Penserose(The Pensive Man)
Broken and shattered
I begin to write this letter
To whoever may care.
Every single day of torment
All these years of discontent
Every disappointment, every regret,
Every single smile I faked
What I've learnt in all these years
That made me queasy
Every single fear
To sum it all in a few lines is not easy.
I was rather fine
Seeing the world in rainbow colored glass
Then suddenly, destiny,
Pulled the glasses out
Blinded it was all black
In desperation,
Like a lunatic for help I shout
But no one answered
Now I'm locked in this impasse.
I searched for sense
In this senseless place
I searched for a known face.
I searched for a way to end violence
I searched for happiness
With dreams of an eternal resting place
I put myself in immure
I hurled myself in a ball of fire
At last! With fresh air came the morning sun
The end of the run
Every answer lies in the funeral pyre.
Now he has hope,
Il penserose.
No use in fighting destiny
What will, will always be,
Shedding my prestige and pelf
Finally discovering myself
Everything I now have
As I lie asleep in god's lap.
Vivek Chakraverty
The Search
Surrounded by people, I stood lonesome
In search of an answer I left home
Left everything I ever had
Gibberish of a madman
Shrugged off everything secure in pursuit of someone.
I went from the frosted deserts of Alaska
To the golden burying grounds of the Sahara.
From the ancient pyramids
To the loneliest streets
From the Indus valley
Myself I carry
Left stranded
The deepest sea, I searched in vain
Returned empty handed.
What am I but a fool
In search of a sip of wisdom
In this sea of ocean.
In the streets of human sacrilege
I found the Lucifer's gleam
Among the inaudible screams.
Every time you hate
You resign yourself to fate
The world began to crumble,
I stood standing, while others for shelter they scramble
But this time I did not fumble:
I changed destiny
As I confined, myself in this self created alternate reality.
At! I saw light
In the blinding darkness of a no-moon night
Him at last I find
In an uncharted territory of my mind.
I tell him my tale of woe
My dear, alter ego.
Vivek Chakraverty
Poetry by vivek chakraverty
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Written on 2008-07-09 at 14:02
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poems
Il Penserose(The Pensive Man)
Broken and shattered
I begin to write this letter
To whoever may care.
Every single day of torment
All these years of discontent
Every disappointment, every regret,
Every single smile I faked
What I've learnt in all these years
That made me queasy
Every single fear
To sum it all in a few lines is not easy.
I was rather fine
Seeing the world in rainbow colored glass
Then suddenly, destiny,
Pulled the glasses out
Blinded it was all black
In desperation,
Like a lunatic for help I shout
But no one answered
Now I'm locked in this impasse.
I searched for sense
In this senseless place
I searched for a known face.
I searched for a way to end violence
I searched for happiness
With dreams of an eternal resting place
I put myself in immure
I hurled myself in a ball of fire
At last! With fresh air came the morning sun
The end of the run
Every answer lies in the funeral pyre.
Now he has hope,
Il penserose.
No use in fighting destiny
What will, will always be,
Shedding my prestige and pelf
Finally discovering myself
Everything I now have
As I lie asleep in god's lap.
Vivek Chakraverty
The Search
Surrounded by people, I stood lonesome
In search of an answer I left home
Left everything I ever had
Gibberish of a madman
Shrugged off everything secure in pursuit of someone.
I went from the frosted deserts of Alaska
To the golden burying grounds of the Sahara.
From the ancient pyramids
To the loneliest streets
From the Indus valley
Myself I carry
Left stranded
The deepest sea, I searched in vain
Returned empty handed.
What am I but a fool
In search of a sip of wisdom
In this sea of ocean.
In the streets of human sacrilege
I found the Lucifer's gleam
Among the inaudible screams.
Every time you hate
You resign yourself to fate
The world began to crumble,
I stood standing, while others for shelter they scramble
But this time I did not fumble:
I changed destiny
As I confined, myself in this self created alternate reality.
At! I saw light
In the blinding darkness of a no-moon night
Him at last I find
In an uncharted territory of my mind.
I tell him my tale of woe
My dear, alter ego.
Vivek Chakraverty
Poetry by vivek chakraverty
Read 565 times
Written on 2008-07-09 at 14:02
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