Sumann Dutta

I've been spotlessly guilty;
I've swam in the sea of sin.
Heartless has been my second name;
But I've never hung my head in shame.
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Among all the glittering golds,
The twinkle in your eyes were the best.

Among all the dazzling diamonds
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A new year has come.
But why the past sorrows accompany it?
Sometimes I curse my sharp, clear memory,
I pray for a clouded mind.
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I wore your words
Around my neck.
I wore your touch
On my body.
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I have felt the pleasure in the pain,
Seen the fire burning in the rain.
I have seen darkness below the rainbow,
Felt stagnation in the flow.
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Lets escape, lets run away
From alarms and wake up calls,
From multiplexes and shopping malls,
From traffic jams and long queues,
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A month out of your years,
A summer out of my seasons.

Sometimes we stay very close and near,
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I was trying hard to fall in love
To fly to the clouds and the heaven above.
Take a dip in the ocean of emotions
Sort out my feelings and underlying tensions.
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Sometimes the minutes feels like days,
And the weeks passes in an hour.
Sometimes the chilled wind gives comfort,
And the breeze sweeps like a twister.
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Silently the old age has caught up with me,
I remember only my past clearly.
Who are they surrounding me?
A herd, a cluster, my family?
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He said he would love me.
He promised icecreams and chocolate candy,
Even a pink dress for me
And my Barbie.
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When I had stopped writing, I don't know.
There is a pregnant silence all around.
I look at the water sunshine outside my window through my dry eyes.
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Looking out my closed windows,
Observing the world living its own life;
I see the lighted up faces,
I hear the laughter of people passing by.
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Why do you want to capture me?

Strangle and squeeze me into expressions?
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When I wake up from my fitful sleep,
When the tears fall, though I don’t weep;
When enemies are many, and friends are few,
All I want is you.
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I've a cheating heart
Which cheats death,
And brings me one more breath.
To live one more day,
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On my way to my Nadir,
I took the stairway to Hell.
To go to the other side of my existence
Coming out of my protected shell.
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Crossing the border of unknown
Me and my pen two lone being
In each others company but alone.
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The words deafen me,
The silence suffocates me,
The music deepens my scar.
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They took the boy right out of a my bosom
to fight a war at the far end of the world.
Whose, where, for who were the questions not to be asked;
They said it was warranted by higher authorities.
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