Gone are those eyes, that glimmered with light
Gone are those arms, that held me tight
Gone, the voice that called my name
Gone forever, my hope for delight

I miss the times we had our Walks,
Missed are the wisdom of your precious talks.
Empty remains the chair that you swinged,
Miss you still, your books, your pen with dry ink.

I still remember that nightfall,
Fires all around, yet darkest of all.
Laid there asleep, the great father of this kid,
& he left so soon, No goodbyes could be bid.

Soon it was flames,
Raging red and tall.
At 'Heaven's Gate' it happened,
Funeral rites and all.

As Daybreak came, It had all ended,
Most had left, Of all who attended .
As the scarlet embers fumed my lashes,
I searched for you, but it was all ashes.

Years have passed, yet I mourn you still
Tears have dried, but the void won't fill
Fear's Wrenched my heart that it pained
The wind took away any warmth that remained

By : Soumyajit Paikray

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Me & the World in a wordless feud,
Me in a fight that goes unreviewed.

Reserved and restrained yet judged without refute,
Deemed most unworthy & deemed dissolute.

From Lynching bad, to being called Lewd,
Slandering remarks both dark & hued.

To avoid, I elude,
Then I wonder & I brood .

What good is a prude with a mind all shrewd ?
How good is the tongue that spreads all delude ?

Unfazed my gaze, as stoic as ever
But Cursing deep within and cringing forever.

Grudges compound with words unsaid,
But unbearable as it is, may explode I'm afraid.

Though my words may seem too crude
And my demeanor cold imbued
Like hell I care,
When my name's already screwed.

I wish I would if I could warp reality
Instead here I am, pleading, not guilty.

To those who preach of how I act & how I should,
I'm just impelled, would explain if I could.

Haters being haters, they've said what they could,
Well, i am afterall , Just Misunderstood.

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I'm SORRY I was so stupid.

I'm SORRY I caught feelings for you.

I'm SORRY I forgot who I was.

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Bashed by society,
for wrongdoings not their own.
Cursed by their bloodline,
as Heirs to a burning throne.
There stand my brethren,
Exhausted and in pain.
Resented and forsaken,
The unreserved men .

Never have we known ,
The riches they claim we have.
Never have we hoped ,
For them to suffer & starve.
And yet they accuse
& Unrightfully so,
that they're the victims,
But we are the foe.

But if questioned, they would say
Reparation is justice, tit for tat is fair.
But Two wrongs don't make a right.
And I don't think they care.

Even debts have an end,
But reservation is unlike that.
There's never been a law
As perpetual as that.

They say We ought to pay
& keep paying, till in caskets we lay.
But isn't that oppression ?
& Injustice in a way ?

But excuse me I forgot
We shouldn't question this disdain .
The world has no place it seems,
For the unreserved men.

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Sitting on my chair,
One afternoon,
Deep in my thoughts,
Fearing, it'll all be over soon.

The precious that fell apart ,
No matter if you yearn .
Gone with the wind,
Never To return .

I hope someday if,
time could unwind.
A visit to the past ,
Where I left somethings behind.
The Times of joy together with my friends,
Words of my heart that I never confessed.
Relive the days I once knew to be sweet,
The ghosts of the past that I'm dying to meet .

The people, the moment,
The youth & the vibe.
Let's hope the memory stays,
As regret will eat me alive .

As I stood there waving,
Bidding my fellows adieu,
A Voice kept asking ,
"Will I ever see you ?"
& As it kept repeating,
Again and again,
With a heavier heart I said ,
That the question was in vain.

Taking them for granted,
Seldom do we learn.
Things that go with the wind,
Will never return.

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