There's a canvas
in my little dark room that
lies white and bold
yet blank and lifeless
on the easel I've carved;
Till you enter my turf
and bare its curtains
and paint my canvas with
colours bright, concealing
the white, and rim
and smudge deliberately
to shape it into a Spring.

We'd then blend all colours
to smile away the
harmony of a sunset,
sculpt some glinting stars
in the night sky
and prepend some morning birds
and slide down a gliding rill;
Till a summer storm
wakes us up with its summer dust,
whopping all colours
of my canvas bright.

And all that would remain
is a canvas
in my little dark room that'd
lie dusted, pale and grey
yet most treasured down my memory lane
on the easel I've carved!

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No matter
how high and firm
the confines of the world,
The heart wants what it wants.
And I bother giving
up on my dreams
only at the cost of this world's irrationality
before my smile.

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//The moon//

Illuminated with oracle
Tranquil in tormented gloom
Your silver unrequited zeal I am,
A blissful ornament
In your solitary poems
But a delusive touch I am.

Do me a favor my carnal lovers,
Wake up from mesmerism
Have a stare at a hackneyed me,
Acquaint me of a veracity,
Would you now zeal me
Still the same?

For I am but a grey
Pool of callous lava,
Concrete regolithed
Aged and dead a volcano,
Is that too much a mirage
For an unaided stargazer?

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Dear Santa, a request I have for you,
This Christmas Eve
Please do come
Only when I'm wakeful.

I'll cook for you earthly delicacy
And the same for your heavenly reindeers;
And weave for you a Cashmere sweater
So you suffer not the brumous winter.

With love for all children you're gonna bless that Eve
I'll bid you goodbye,
Oh don't forget to convey my regards
To the wisest biblical Magi.

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Sooner or later,
You'll learn to shut up
and not argue.
You'll learn to be alone
than being lonely.
You'll learn to turf the shit
out of your turf.

You need not hurry.
You'll know when it's your time.

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THOSE LITTLE RUINS TO MEND

In the swerve of adolescence so dense,
In a hustle where there's no looking back,
We, so tired after the day's pottering around
And yet, are creatures without sleep, so sound.
Then are the complications we put ourselves in,
No. None but ourselves are again at guilt.
Guilt they are, too overruling to run away from.

Then a day, hope it's not too late,
We realize there's another world too,
To which we actually belong.
From which, we were pushed to the swerves,
Okay, let's say for our good!
To this follows epiphany of those little ruins,
Which now, we got to mend. What say?

As for me,
I've got to work on my everincreasing weight which
Can't be considered proportional to my ant height!
Have got to get back my long hair,
I've got to care about my parents' happiness
Before making those silly decisions;
Got to convince my relatives that
I'm not as introvert as they think I've become...
And so goes on the list with
So many a little ruins to mend! -Anwesha Saikia

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I know naught, if
It holds any grudge over it-
self and me;
All I can do is to request it
To let my idyll be.

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A MERE TEENAGER

The scars were so visible,
Yet only to her.
For time never did heal them honey,
It canopied them,
Sinking them deeper
And deeper,
Closer, they hugged the soul.
Now, more the years wend by,
More the scars weigh,
More a malaise she suffers.
It's hard to live with the burden;
Yet death's away,
She's just a mere teenager!

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You'll never know

Because I'm moving on sooner than the psychologist predicts about overcoming a heartbreak,
Because I'm being more sociable rather than spending days of gloom;
Don't judge me being not in love in the season of love.
Don't say I was fake all way just because you see me happy now.
Don't just be the filthy society mocking from their verandah.

Look, it was all so gradual! Our breakup wasn't our first tiff. It wasn't a misunderstanding and we weren't immatured kiddas. It wasn't an unpredictable tsunami which would swallow everything up abruptly. It was like the Spring which, even though knew Autumn's gonna shed all love after Summer, adorned its most beautiful attire.
Towards the end, we knew the love stalks are weak and the bond is withering. It wasn't the fights. The decision was made together, with trust so intact! We suffered and cried together. Finally, we got over each other, together.
Now, this is life and here, the seasons won't repeat. The story isn't gonna be the same next Spring. Or maybe, I won't have a second Spring.
So, don't just judge. Because you don't know me; because you aren't in my shoes.
I have to move on, have to smile; for myself and for him.

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Yet sometimes in the dark nights, dormant memories you thought you annihilated erupt from the deep core and haunt you till you can't breathe. You cry till there are no tears left, still your ailing heart doesn't stop aching. You realise somewhere in you, something has just died and you can't figure it out.

You want some more night, more darkness, but time flies and it's already dawn. Maybe, someone wants the day, more than you need the night; that someone who still has them in life with whom, eternal memories were cherished.

Every dark night, you die somewhere, still surviving. But only you know honey, surviving isn't living life. Maybe that's what is life and that's how it should be.

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