Sunday, November 25, 2012

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.
If you like it....please share it to let someone be a part of this experience.

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.
*************




Monday, August 27, 2012

The Lost Song

There are times in your life when someone enters it and changes it forever. You don't know whether its for good or bad, whether its right or wrong.....you simply don't care. And yet boundaries exist, lines are drawn and limitations are marked. This poem is an ode to those emotions which have no name and yet they exist and live with you, probably forever.This is a story of a confused boy and a lovestruck girl, their friendship, their emotions which they could never understand, their expressions of their own feelings and the guilt attached with it, their understanding of the limitations of life and their own journey of it.
I request you the read the poem and feel it for your stories too may be a part of it. Each para of the poem will bring you the feelings of the boy and the girl one after another (the feelings of the girl are in italics for clarity), the way they felt it in their lives, till the last stanza where they speak together, probably for good. Friends, these words are special to me and I hope they can mean the same to you.

THE LOST SONG

- SAPTADEEP BASU (2012)

A friend was she till I last knew her,
Little bit of her caught in herself, a little left to fly;
A subdued smile like the silent waves, and that kohl dipped eyes that look deep inside,
That’s all my tired mind could recollect when she crosses my mind.
***
A friend was he till I last knew him,
Sometimes more than it, sometimes pretty less;
Arrogant, stupid, loveable and everything was he that I can call him,
Yes, he was a stranger and yet he was mine.
***
I never knew what feelings were; probably I never cared much,
I didn’t knew she existed; for I had a different world,
Years rolled by like the sands of time, and memories washed away;
The picture of hers and that subtle smile.
***
My life took its tentative steps with him far behind,
He lived in a small corner of me where he was too difficult to find,
I walked my life with a partner in hand,
For he could have been the man of my dreams, never the one to share my life.
***
I was a calm sea till I met a storm,
She crossed my solitary life giving the lyrics to my song,
We talked, we laughed, and we remembered the old days we left behind,
And I probably wished if things were different, and then just let it go with a disguised smile.
***
I don’t know why the roads of my life led me back to him,
Was he my destination or just the desire that would remain deep within?
I was happy within the four walls of my small world till he set me free,
The bird with the clipped wings once again wished to flutter with the wind.
***
The longing in her voice made me a restless soul,
Caught is a web of love and friendship, I didn’t know where I had to go,
Was it love or just a wild gush of wind that had brought us closer today?
Till it decides to stop and blow in a different direction, where we would be friends no more.
***
I don’t know why I let my feelings flow after living the secret for the years forgone,
Was it right or was it wrong or did the question never mattered at all?
He had his love and so did I, and yet those unknown feelings crashed at my door,
Are we friends, may be more than it or just nothing at all?
***
I don’t know if I fell for her; I don’t understand love anymore,
I don’t know why it hurts when she cries; I can’t even read the emotions I have hidden deep inside,
Sometimes I think about the world and it seems so wrong and sometimes about us when it’s all right,
I knew I was running away from something, and yet I didn’t want to stop and decide.
***
I don’t know whom I had hurt more, and I don’t know whom I have cheated,
Was it my reality or my dreams or was it just me all the way,
I sobbed, I cried and I devoured my happiness in the fight,
But neither my reality took me in his arms, and nor my dreams was there within my sight.
***
One fine day we decided not to talk anymore,
Some feelings have no names, and we probably realised they are not worth dying for,
A friend was her till I last knew her, will be the name of the song;
A friend was him till I last knew him, will be the end of the song.
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Monday, June 11, 2012

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.
**********************************


Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Somewhere down d line

A journey that never ceases to end
A world long forgotten




There is only one way...& it is forward

Monday, April 30, 2012

HER QUEST


I don't know why it took me such a long time to write something.....why I had written something like this....but then may be there is a quest that often remains unheard in a lot of relations burdened with marriage, family and society and what ensues is a gradual exploitation.
This poem is a cry to all those women shackled under the chains of physical exploitation to break free.....seek their freedom, whatever be the cost, for it is their own.....I hope I can reach out to someone in need!!!

HER QUEST

                                                                                                      - SAPTADEEP BASU (2012)
Thirty years by my side,
Another thirty I might just crawl by;
Locked up deep inside,
Was a fucking quest burning alight.

Ravaged my puny youth satiating your bored desires,
Your different positions which you proudly proclaimed your “emotions”;
Ramming me hard to prove you were a man,
If you could have survived the pain, I would have called you a “woman”.

My broken jaw testifies your love,
My battered body has served your need,
My swollen eyes still have its dreams,
When between my legs you satisfy your greed.

I want to rape your soul,
Feel the pleasure of seeing you bleed,
As I have been a million times,
Like a piece of flesh under the butcher’s knife.

I bloat like a corpse in your stinking piss,
To cleanse my soul of my nuptial deeds,
A naked facade that shall shame the heavens;
Was ready for you to plunder once again.

I lay beside you caressing your hair,
Slithering over your skin, but you didn’t care;
Held you down to devour it as you often wished,
Yet tonight, it simply caved in.

Locked deep inside, the quest still burnt alight,
Why I had let thirty years simply pass by?
I rubbed myself hard and felt the woman in ages,
Till I was wet in the flow of red.

***




Thursday, February 9, 2012

The tryst of being a “MIDAS”


Way back in history, there was a king of Macedonia, King Midas. The great king was blessed with a wish that anything he would touch would transform into pure gold. He was ecstatic with his good fortune, a feeling that he would be propelled among the greatest of kings, the richest and the most powerful. All went well, till he was hungry. He picked up a morsel to eat and it turned into pure gold, and he famished into oblivion.

Many thousands years later, one Mahendra Singh Dhoni bursted into the Indian cricket team. After years of misfit in the wicket keeping slot, Dhoni with his long mane was a refreshing change. From the irritating noise behind the stumps in Mongia days to the measured silence in Dhoni’s time, from the ghastly silence of runs from wicket keeper batsmen to the ballad of sixes in Dhoni’s days, he became the toast of the nation. His belligerent batting, his commitment to the game, his connect to the Indian youth propelled him to the greatest throne the cricket crazy nation could offer, the captainship of the “men in blue”. And the lad never disappointed. He won everything that came his way that the sport could offer to a captain. From T20 world cup to ODI world cup to test no. 1 team and even IPL & Champions league. Everything he touched turned into gold. Midas Dhoni’s team seemed invincible.


In his period of success, he rarely showed emotions and never gobbled the limelight. Even in the trying of situations he seemed unfazed, possibly disinterested and let the game go on till the climax, when he pulled back the game on the dice with threads invisible to the lesser mortals. He gambled with zeal and yet remained the unperturbed spectator. If he failed, he acknowledged his gambles and walked on, while the cricket pundits spent nights’ debating his shrewd tactics. He was the calm leader of a fearfully united battle clan. Both on the field and off it, he was politically and media correct. Behind the curtains, he showed glimpses of the great Clive Llyod with inferior artillery at hand. It seemed the bloom of Dhoni’s spring and his tryst with lady luck would last for long till came the gloom and despair of the English and Aussie summers.

The cracks in the clan surfaced. The very voices that anointed him the captain of a billion hopes, now questioned his authority of leading eleven people on field. His gambles were now whispered as the whims of fading captaincy. His “captain cool” image suddenly was seen as a timid submission of an ailing leader. His statements were no more digested as media correct but were dissected till it became fodder for his own grave. Overnight he was projected as a quitter of Test leadership, as if some Mayan calendar has prophesised the decimation of his Test career in 2013. Many in the team suddenly seemed too keen to shoulder the role of the Midas. Parallels were drawn with another Shakespearean hero of the nation, Saurav Ganguly. It seemed our World Cup victory had been decades ago.

Dhoni unlike Saurav had got a team forged with steel, an ideal balance of youth and experience, but maybe it was with that steel that forged the nail in his coffin. Saurav when captain had a daunting task of creating a team from a gang. He commanded respect, for his team members were his fellow mates (in age group and experience) or young guns brought to the arena by him. His aggression was uninhibited as he was as good a Test and ODI player as anyone else in the “men in blue”. The young respected him to the core as he was always behind them; the seniors avoided the finger pointing as he was one of their own and the BCCI muted discord as he was one of the big four with a terrific record backing him.

With Dhoni, superficially though the task seemed easier, but it brought the additional burden of handling the seniors. He was calm, his aggression subdued as he had to lead players whom he had adored and worshipped during all his formative years. He cannot force them to retire neither could he drop them from the squad. He was never the class act with the bat when compared to Saurav, particularly in Tests, and that made it difficult for him to contain even his comparatively successful mates in the team. When success soared him, the voices were bound to be a whisper, till it eluded him for the first time and the whisper turned into a chaos.

Dhoni’s success ratio in tests is directly proportional to the respect he commands as a batsman and captain in the dressing room in Test matches. For Dhoni, it is easier to rest himself in Test matches rather than asking Tendulkar, Dravid or non performing Laxman to rest for the match. His success in limited overs cricket proves the fact that, unless the reins of the horse is in your hands you cannot ride it. His man management, silent leadership skill was what steadied the Indian ship when there was none to look up to. His act of letting Ganguly captain the last few overs of his final test and let Tendulkar steal the limelight of the World Cup victory from him is a testament of the wise head over his shoulders. His “never say die” attitude and tremendous fitness levels, performing as a captain in all the formats of cricket and even mating success in a globalised IPL team proves his leadership skills beyond doubts as compared to his present day peers. Tough decisions have to be taken, for a religion like cricket cannot be maligned, but not at the cost of its preacher. India failed overseas as a team and crucifying Dhoni for it would be the easiest job. But then, has anyone proved their credentials (even in IPL) to deserve his role?

The history of larger than life captains in India has always been like the fable of Midas. Till they had the golden touch, they were hailed as the greatest, but one failed step of the team, they were thrown into oblivion. Team India needs Dhoni, atleast to tide over the generation of the greatest batsmen India has ever produced. We have seen the great Kapil Dev in tears in national television, shunned forever, after putting India in World cricket map. We have endured Saurav Ganguly fight for his existence and forced to bow out of the arena, where he created champions. We now see a faltering Dhoni amidst intense pressure justify his place in Test matches till 2013. Aren’t we Indians fed up of the old fable or do we need more Midas to keep constantly reminding us of the moral of the story forever?


Friday, January 20, 2012

Its Now or Never

Sometimes, someone's life seems so bloody perfect, that your imperfection glares at you. A happy family, a happily married life, a good job, a great girlfriend.....and among all these perfectionists, there lives millions of imperfect fellows....This poem is for those DESTINY'S FUCKED UP CHILDREN.

ITS NOW OR NEVER
                                                                                             - SAPTADEEP BASU (2011)

With a pen in his hand & a memory in sight,
Began the poet in his struggle to rhyme;
Juggling with his words till the end of the night,
Promising him, an end to smile.

A thousand words wasted.....a million to go,
Fighting with himself.....he had his happiness to flow;
But the laughter dimmed and the wails aloud,
The butchered heart once again cried loud.

He tried to breathe life to the tear soaked paper,
Scribbled the title, “It’s now or never”;
Lit the stale smoke he saved for the day,
And let the moment lazily graze away.

The words came and yet flew by,
The silent pen refused to oblige;
The empty bottle of vodka laughed at my wits
I struggled for the night, while she called it quits.

The morning kissed the night goodbye,
The sky from my window lent a pretty sight;
The poet resigned in his struggle to rhyme,
And his futile attempt to make himself smile.

Hours fled till the sun baked the earth,
The birds chirped a mournful dirge,
The open window rattled in the wind,
Releasing the silence caught within.

The blood stained paper fluttered in the breeze,
“It’s now or never” as the moment ceased;
His final words held his reason to smile;
“A silent poem from a fucked up child”.
 
***



Friday, December 9, 2011

Seduction Of Death


Friends, sometimes life is easier to define then a feeling that you heve never felt...."Death". This poem is an attempt to understand the strange mystery when life hangs in balance, when you just don't know whether to welcome the feel or just shun it as you have done all your life. Or maybe there's just a hidden beauty in all the gory descriptions of death. The Pied Piper feels humbled when the moment is thrusted upon someone and when someone tries to enjoy the seduction of the moment.
Read ......but pause for a thought.....

Seduction of Death

- SAPTADEEP BASU (2011)

My final moments of life....my last reason to live,
To encounter my mistress in her last deceit.
My breath grew heavy but life refused to retreat,
For somewhere in me....yet a virgin lived.

Flashes of memories and my distorted life,
Etched your beauty that I despised;
And yet my blurry vision search for you tonight,
To cease the pain and this lonely night.

The seconds eased as the moment froze,
The cries of death deafened my soul;
The gory winter lost its shrill,
As her silhouette touched my window sill.

Dawning her black silk she came to me,
Her eyes were dark and just too deep to see;
I admiringly gazed in that face smeared with blood,
And felt the warmth..... in her cold touch.

Her flawed body shone in the glitter of the night,
Her skin was dark and yet so divine;
Her lips thirsty for the naked kill,
Waiting to taste life and the pain I feel.

I devoured her beauty as she slipped her veil,
She slithered on me with a serpent’s skill;
My tormented soul agonisingly cried,
Titillating between death and life. 

The essence of life bloomed once again,
As she entered my soul and savoured her moment;
She thrusted deep as I cried in vain,
And life blew away in the fountain of pain.

She ripped my body and clawed my heart,
She sealed her final kiss and my soul was ready to depart;
A corpse laid bare; happy with its new found numbness,
As I walked away with my virginity in shambles.
*****

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