Treasure Island

ritwika raha

(07/07/89 / india)

My Perceptions


As clean, as beautiful
The mirror, I saw
The crafted grandeur
Beauty gorged of flaw.

I tried to chase,
The world so bright
But each time I leapt
They showed me fright

I tried to see,
The vial of life
But the eyes grew weary
And just saw strife

I tried to clasp,
The wind and sail
But the galloping waves
And the tearing gale…

I tried to mount,
My thoughts on steed
But every thought
Was struck and it did bleed! !

I tried to tread,
With the crowd rampant
I was clenched, and I gasped
In the crowd nonchalant! !


I raised my brows,
To catch the long straight street
But it showed me just
A fragment of it! !

I tried to ti, e
The chords of despair and hope
But nothing could mend
This broken rope.

I dropped down battered
In pieces, in shards
Narrow hopes all cleaved
All reveries marred.

It was the mirror
I saw till then
The truth, its twin and…
Betwixt a narrow glen! ! !

All this while
I played a child! ! !
Sporting folly,
And reveries wild…

-Ritwika Raha

Submitted: Thursday, August 02, 2012

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  • Deo Inji (8/15/2012 8:43:00 AM)

    Excellently written with a good taste of anaphora. Great job there Ritwika (unique name) ! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Zaid Akhtar (8/9/2012 1:50:00 PM)

    wow...
    amazing! !
    i can actually feel a rhythm, , something like a music tune while reading ur work! !
    marvelous! ! :) (Report) Reply

  • Tapas Baidya (8/2/2012 2:27:00 AM)

    Life is a beautiful journey that reflected in our own mirror. Thanks for sharing.

    Tapas, West Bengal, India (Report) Reply

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