An empty canvas might hide images
which couldn't materialise;
A blank page may hold a torrent of feelings
which weren't penned;
An empty stare might conceal
tumultuous emotions kept invisible;
A silence might portray deep agony,
too deep to be fathomed;
A smile might conceal
a melancholic heart
beating unrhythmically to
a tuneless life song.

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No one likes you to whine but to smile,
No one likes you to be faded but to shine,
No one likes you to be stooped but stand strong;
You are a human with emotions -
It is alright to give in to your emotions for a while
Rather than trying to satisfy others who care less
Or support when you are broken and lose your shine.

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Whites sway in steadily
Swirling along with blacks
Creating a graceful grey;
The folds stare boldly -
The shine wears away gradually,
The erosion has set in
Abruptly altering the vivacity;
The vision is blurry
Perhaps, grown tired of repetitions
It wants the green;
The creaking has aggravated
The grinding is painful
The gait is lethargic;
The smile is obscured
By the sore clouds-
Waiting anxiously for the sun
To reach out and embrace in its
Mellowed warmth.

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A butterfly that can fly high
A height where only a few reaches
A height where there is no blight.

Hope, a true word in nature
A word so blissful
A word so consoling
A word so thoughtful.


Written by my son...
Archisman Chatterjee

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I shall quieten the throbbing of my heart.

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Where the road ends
the journey begins;
Where the words end
the story begins;
Where the calm ends
the tempest begins;
Where the smile ends
the search begins;
Where the palpitation ends
peace reigns.

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The leafless tree stood desolate
its arms outstretched -
perhaps seeking to embrace
warmth, life, or laughter;
Solitude, it had craved
instead, being rewarded with loneliness;
She too had glossy leaves
shimmering in the sunlight
or catching the moon beams
as the winds caressed her in a balmy night;
Her companion, the river is silent;
the once symphonious song-
dead on the lips, as it sludges along;
the tall grasses who the breeze played with
are dead and gone-
but the tree stood bare and strong.
The hands, perhaps outstretched
to touch the heavens
seeking salvation from the desolation
or, the excruciating pain inflicted
from within.

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Alone I sit
amongst the crowd
searching myself therein.

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Happiness is .....
.......to be
what you want to be.......
Reality is...............
........what you are
......a moth...butterfly ...or ...
.....maybe a fossil of......
what you wanted to be....

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I never hated you
We simply were friends
Friend, a relation important than love as friendship never ends.

- Archisman Chatterjee

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