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ritwika raha Poems
As clean, as beautiful The mirror, I saw The crafted grandeur Beauty gorged of flaw.
In hollow hours, In pristine white, Mourning, she sat, In her lonely fight,
The Torn Skin
The skin was pale The eyes in rest The resting breath Amidst million breaths
The wound was raw, The gore was red The wind was cold, From the north it fled
Tears Without A Reason
The narrow strings of the shallow tears, Runnel down without a fear, Gliding and rolling, Tainted with repentance
No chirping bird, No blooming rose, Blew the captive wind And smoke arose
Deep behind the curtain thick Lies a darkened room Dwells an innocuous silence there, In that speechless womb
The Water Princess
The retiring sky in its golden attire Merged with the vast sapphire, The faded lines of the blurred horizon Burnt in a distant saffron pyre
I had a vision, Long back torn Which I still gaze at And wish to be worn.
The ‘valor' was rich as the bygone years, That slept with him in his silent graves The sulking verses below the reposing Earth Unvoiced death in soundless rave
The flames were blunt, The rage was dry The winter hot And the summer was sly....
In an unknown Clime, In untrodden miles I walk the lengths with a broken smile I try to watch
The Perfume! ! !
The nude perfume that I wore Was just my own The Florets and the leaves All did mourn
Farewell! ! !
The time has come for the ties to break, Our eyes shall weep and our hearts shall ache, The time has come for the friends to depart, To move into the world, for lessons to impart,
In hollow hours,
In pristine white,
Mourning, she sat,
In her lonely fight,
She counted her hours….
Her days and years
In agony, in misery…
And In silent fear
The muted tears
Rolled down the faded cheeks
Neither mirth, nor time
Made it bleak…
The longing for love
The craving for crowd
Dead Life alive
But ears were deaf
And the eyes were blind
All freedom caged
And the life declined
A mirror, a brook….
A canvas blank
A hollow soul,
Hollowed more as the hours sank
She sat and ...