It’s THEM I’m Jealous of…

Winter is normally the season linked to romanticism.The chilly bone-biting night outside, while you are snuggled up inside in your blanket with a hot cup of tea/coffee (as you prefer) and a romantic novel in hand.What could be better? In this poem, the love struck protagonist is away from her beloved. She imagines him doing all his daily chores and when she imagines all the things that must be coming in contact with him, she craves even more to break the barriers and to be with him.

Hello friends.

Season’s greetings…

Winter is normally the season linked to romanticism… The chilly bone-biting night outside, while you are snuggled up inside in your blanket with a hot cup of tea/coffee (as you prefer) and a romantic novel in hand… What could be better?

Here I bring you one of my compositions with the same flavor. In this poem, the love struck protagonist is away from her beloved. She imagines him doing all his daily chores and when she imagines all the things that must be coming in contact with him, she craves even more to break the barriers and to be with him…

 

It’s THEM I’m Jealous of…

The morning sun bright & shine,

Rises up, spreads its rays far & wide.

It’s not the sun I’m jealous of,

But of its rays that touch you first.

 

The birds on the window sill near your bed,

Strike the chords as you get ready for the day.

It’s not the birds I’m jealous of,

But the melody that reaches your ears first.

 

The coffee in the mug, hot & steaming,

Charges you with its vibes electrifying.

It’s not the coffee I’m jealous of,

But the cup that touches your lips first.

 

On the roads alive & bustling,

You greet the people out there smiling.

It’s not the people I’m jealous of,

But those eyes that see your smile first.

 

The bed at home, warm & soft,

Where you lie down after a day’s hard work.

It’s not the bed I’m jealous of,

But the quilt that you cover & the pillows you hug.

 

The cool breeze at night & the moon in the sky,

Put you to sleep humming their sweet lullaby.

It’s neither the breeze nor the moon I’m jealous of,

But the lullaby that is whispered into your ears…

 

Monica Senapati.

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I Lived Then…

This poem of mine titled “I Lived Then…” is romantic ballad which underlines the difference between two verbs often misnomers of each other namely- “LIVING” and “BREATHING”. The protagonist in the poem says he LIVES when he is with his beloved and rest of the days he just “breathes”. He lives his life, he sees the world properly when he is with her.

Hello all, after a long time!!! And the first time in the – 4th Semester. Finally feels like I am into Computer Engineering, with less of EC Subjects and more of Core Computer Science subjects. This time, not a write-up but a poem from me. With a lot of technical stuff around, I felt the touch of love absent. Hence managed to compose a romantic ballad this time. (Have inspiration for that, but that’s not something to discuss on the blog though! ) This poem of mine titled “I Lived Then…” is romantic ballad which underlines the difference between two verbs often misnomers of each other namely- “LIVING” and “BREATHING”.

The protagonist in the poem says he LIVES when he is with his beloved and rest of the days he just “breathes”. He lives his life, he sees the world properly when he is with her. The poem begins with the protagonist’s beloved arriving. They spend moments together and to these moments the protagonists defines ‘HIS LIVING”. The poem ends with the beloved departing and hence when he’s without her, he says “I Lived before, but now without her I will just BREATHE”. So presenting you ‘I LIVED THEN’:

 


I Lived Then…

Months of drought, dry was the earth and dry was my heart,

I waited for the march of love clouds to start,

She flew by air, the rainbow appeared when,

She came, she smiled and I lived then.

 

I gazed her timelessly and the world seemed brighter,

I touched her gently and even the diamond seemed softer.

My dry loveless hands were about to wither just before when,

She held my hands, my hands bloomed and I lived then..

 

Together we talked to the breeze; together we talked to the swaying tree,

Together we bid a farewell to the setting sun and the rising moon saw us together flee.

Lungs in my bony carcass filled of air, had cold breeze when,

She embraced me and I lived then.

 

The love that came through air finally departed on rail,

The smile, the warmth, the embrace all vanished and remained just a silent wail,

She is not with me, but she is within me somehow,

I lived before, but I am just breathing now.

 


Hope you all liked it. Awaiting your comments.

#This poem has been published on International Teen Magazine- Teen Ink, online. Check this out there and please rate it if you’ve liked it:

http://www.teenink.com/poetry/ballad/article/402069/I-Lived-Then/

Love & Regards,

Anish.

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Who will go for me?

The protagonist who voices himself in this ballad is a person who has been a helping hand to one and all. He has rescued people (of course by God’s grace) from hassles and hitches. He is a guy who had walked several extra miles, giving in to his personal aims and desires just for the sake of helping others. But then, there are some situations when this helping hand too needs some help.So the protagonist wonders that he has been a helping hand to all, but who will be one for him when he needs help.

Hello all, hope everybody is doing great and had a great time with Ganpati Bappa in the past 10 days.  Seems like the schedule for my blogging has stagnated to Internal Exams basis- From one Internal to the other.. My last blog post “The Double Decker Days” was posted after my 1st Sessional Exams and this one “Who will go for me” is being posted after I’m done with the 2nd Sessionals. Well, this blog post- “Who will go for me?” is a yet another ballad.

The protagonist who voices himself in this ballad is a person who has been a helping hand to one and all. He has rescued people (of course by God’s grace) from various hassles and hitches. He is a guy who had walked several extra miles, giving in to his personal aims, aspirations and desires just for the sake of helping others. But then, there are some situations when this helping hand too needs some help. He too is a human at the end of the day and he too needs a refuge to take shelter in, he too needs a pillar to strengthen him. He isn’t an infinite source and sink like God is, but he is a mere mortal as anybody else.

Lastly, before I present you the poem, I shall justify its title- “Who will go for me?”. In this poem, the protagonist repeatedly says “I Wonder if I should ask who will go for me”. There is a phrase called “To go for”. I heard it from Gabriel Sir.  I remember Gabriel Sir telling us, “Jesus went on the cross for us, but who will go for him.”. Going for somebody simply means disregarding yourself and rescuing others of any trouble. So the protagonist too wonders that he has been a helping hand to all, but who will be one for him when he needs help.

So presenting you, “Who will go for me?”.

 


Who will go for me?

I have infiltrated the dark and approached the seized,

I have battled with the lightless vacuum to rescue the confined,

The darkness left its prey and the prey left me,

I wonder if the sun would ever ask “I burn for you, who will burn for me?”

I wonder if I should ask who will go for me.

 

I have entered the deep blues to hold the entrapped,

I have swirled in the whirlpool with the watery helixes surpassed,

The waves left its captive and the captive swam out with glee.

I wonder if the waters ever asked, “Whom do I drink when you drink me?”

I wonder if I should ask who will go for me.

 

I have rammed in the structures with solo presence,

I have filled in voids with together essence,

The void found its fill but the filler encountered a void.

I wonder if the bricks in buildings ever asked “I fill the buildings, but who will fill me?”

I wonder if I should ask who will go for me.

 

I have zoomed into the interrogative fire to accompany the puzzled,

I turned all queries into concord and kept the puzzled muffled.

The situation turned a dot for the question mark to flee,

I wonder if the answer ever asked “I am I to you, but who is me to me?”

I wonder if the answer will ask me “Who will go for me” when I ask “Who will go for me”.


Hope you all liked it.. Awaiting comments..

 

#This poem appeared in International Teen magazine “Teen Ink” Online.. Check it out here:

http://www.teenink.com/poetry/free_verse/article/365844/Who-will-go-for-me/

If you’ve liked it, please rate it there.

 

Love & Regards,

Anish.

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How do I?

Hello everybody, hope rain is enchanting you by its gradual or gushing pour. It’s time for another poem on I Believe That. Again the situation stood same with me. It was the Network Analysis (a subject of Electronics) lectures and I was dead bored seeing the professor just copy down the stuff she had just prepared the previous day in her pamphlet. I didn’t ride a herd about the capacitor being charged, the circuit being completed and the equation of current/voltage forming.  And above all the professor made an unusual statement-“Ultimately, what happens @ all places is “DISCHARGE” “.(Hard to react publicly on this!)

Anyways, the weather outside was too appealing. And hence, I thought it was ideal time to try my hand once more at some balladry. This poem sums up three things- A little academics(which was going on in the class then), a little nature and weather(which I was just enjoying to the fullest) and a little love of which I was reminded by the former two.

The first stanza begins describing the scenario in the class. Had the Maths lecture previously. Equations, Linearity, Differential and what not.. The sun was shining faintly outside, but somewhere in my heart I wanted the clouds to pour that day. For the world outside it was faintly sunny, but for the world within me it was cloudy. I felt as if my brain and heart had interchanged their places. Brain which was supposed to calculate sums saw repeatedly a face flashing.. Felt as if it was not brain but heart in the skull and brain had been shifted to the left in the chest. And therefore the line in the poem “Tell me you flashing face, how do I make my brain beat?”

As I was in the lecture, my utmost concentration should have been at studies, but my heart somehow instigated me to compose this mediocre ballad. It said, don’t care about the nonsense going on on the green board. But brain said “Come on boy, you ought to study”. While this tug of war was on between the brain and heart, wind started blowing heavily outside. But I felt as if it was autumn outside and I imagined the red/maroon leaves outside the class in the corridor. My eyes weren’t seeing the correct things. My eyes desperately wanted another pair of eyes to see it all for me.  For sun, it saw clouds, for wind it saw fall, and so the  line “Tell me you enchanting eyes, how do I see it all correct?”

In the last stanza, I remember the professor was talking of marks like this can be asked in exam, you can score and stuff. But my heart inside argued, “Why you need a mark on a paper sheet, when you have a name already marked on me” and so the line “The pumping agency on the left says I don’t care, on me I’ve someone’s name already carved.” Lastly, it had actually got dark outside. I could hear the clouds collide and I was anticipating rain. I saw an umbrella on the diagonally opposite bench. I felt as if it was telling me “I would love to have two people under me”. But then, I realized in realtime, I just could be all alone under its shade and therefore the line”Tell me you mesmerizing smile, how do I tell my umbrella I am alone under its shade?”

This poem is a combo of three things- 1. Atmosphere in the Class 2. Atmosphere outside the class 3.The person whose face I see , whose presence I feel.

Check out the poem. Here you go:


 

How Do I

Amidst letters in the black printed white world,

Amidst equalities & linearity in the sums hurled,

Sun is yellow out yet for the heart its rain,

Its brain in the heart and heart in the brain,

Tell me you flashing face, how do I make my brain beat?

 

Heart says care not if the equation remains unsolved,

Brain retaliates this beating pump will leave you mauled.

Outside the nerdy boundaries is the dust swirling,

To me it seems it’s the autumn in which are the love leaves shedding.

Tell me you enchanting eyes, how do I see it all correct?

 

The spectacled face on the platform scares of being a bad marked,

The pumping agency on the left says I don’t care, on me I’ve someone’s name already carved.

Now finally the clouds have united to pour,

My umbrella in the case wants person one more.

Tell me you mesmerizing smile, how do I tell my umbrella I am alone under its shade?

 


Have tried writing the poem as a poet and not as “Anish”, so some people might actually be shocked to see me writing SUCH things. But yes, I have a romantic side too. And no useless speculations please.. Loved it?? Then please comment.

#This poem is also published on Teen Ink(A Teen magazine) Online. Please view it here and rate it if you’ve liked it:

http://www.teenink.com/poetry/free_verse/article/370812/How-Do-I/

Love & Regards,
Anish.

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Distance Defeated…

We all are separated by somebody whom we love, be it our relatives, cousins, friends or our beloved. Distance is the barrier.. After entering the college, distance posed numerous challenges in way of get togather. While some were in the same city where as some in all togather a different state. Still, we friends managed to remain connected. Be it through calls, sms, or anything.. We didn’t let this DISTANCE take a toll over the bond we shared. And yes, I take pride in declaring that we defeated distance.

Hello everybody, hope everybody is doing great. Awaiting the proper onset of rains.  Am here with a poem this time. It has already been published in the Teen Magazine online, now sharing it on the blog. Had composed this in Heat Power lecture in the college.
Distance is the biggest villain when it comes to relationships.
We all are separated by somebody whom we love, be it our relatives, cousins, friends or our beloved. Distance is the barrier.. After entering the college, distance posed numerous challenges in way of get togather. While some were in the same city where as some in all togather a different state. Still, we friends managed to remain connected. Be it through calls, sms, or anything.. We didn’t let this DISTANCE take a toll over the bond we shared. And yes, I take pride in declaring that we defeated distance.
Initially I had composed this poem keeping PAism in perspective, but then I found it apt for my friends and anybody who is separated from his loved ones.  Here I go:

Miles Apart, yet conjoined into one,
Miles, though huge in number, but successful none.
Though in different universes, together we’re seated,
See distance, you’re defeated. 

We’ve moon to witness our union,
We’ve sun to enlighten our timely separation,
The messenger wind too by us is enchanted,
See distance, you’re defeated.

One in tears and one in smiles,
O distance, do you have such miles?
It’s the waves which have kept us connected,
See distance, you’re defeated.

It’s time that ONE DAY is near,
Our pain will end and it’s time for you to fear.
The moment is not away for which we’ve awaited,
See distance, you’re defeated.


If you have liked it, please rate it here:

http://www.teenink.com/poetry/free_verse/article/321465/Distance-Defeated

Love & Regards

Anish.

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