Glasgow smile

They said it would be easy,

As easy as breathing ‘s supposed to be,

Stretching a few muscles, to banish all pains,

A dose for a day, a few more to keep sane.

For Mother declared she was worried ,

And it displeased Father to see me lost;

My friends lovingly mobbed around me,

And over charred emotions, my smile embossed.

And I smiled as life rolled on,

I smiled at its mandates and jargons,

I smiled for the days to end,

I smiled for it is easy to pretend.

And I thought,

May be shadows do lighten the dark.

And bullets fly for they love the beating heart

But I feel them now, closing in,

See their fingers and arms stretched,

The corners of my mouth twitch uncomfortably,

And my blood boils for selfish carnage.

Some hold my lips,

Some pull my chin,

They spread my mouth

To a hideous grin.

My eyes pop out,

Something quietly dies,

I face the world,

With my Glasgow smile

 Rakanjana Sen

 http://the-moody-khana.blogspot.in/: The “Moody” Khana

There is the crowd and here is me

There is the crowd and here is me,

In an attempt to find unity,

I bridge the gap with eager steps,

Jostling for a place in the mesh.

It’s hard to breathe.

It’s hard to see.

I feel so tiny in this throng of human bees.

Buzzing and moving, to gather, to store,

An array of minds all synced to a single core.

I met Jack, on his way from work,

He’s a party loving and hardworking clerk,

He hates to be dull, and thus makes sure --

Like everybody, to follow the new haute couture.

His wife is happy, his new car’s working fine,

His boss laughs at his jokes; in fine hotels he loves to dine,

He hoped I was good, but didn’t ask for more,

His chaps were waiting, with beers and cricket scores.

I saw Jack waving a bye, vanishing in the swarm,

Leaving me wondering,

In the rush, unarmed.

I stood aside, as the crowd pass by, a moment and some few,

I mused about why Jack was called dull,

--- and not me nor you.

 Rakanjana Sen

 http://the-moody-khana.blogspot.in/: The "Moody" Khana

Family

The leaf shrugs off the persisting chains

Farewell to parental bough!

Blows away with sailing breeze

Dispossessed, aimless.

The leaf knows not its solitary fate,

Destined to wither in some foreign earth.

An Original mistake, not time enough to learn, but suffer.

The wind blows away, to scavenge another soul,

Stealing the vestiges of a happy dream,

Suck the hope from the shivering dawn,

Caress with a cool finger, those warm cheeks,

It flies hence.

Dispossessed, aimless,

Eternally unloved.

 Rakanjana Sen

 http://the-moody-khana.blogspot.in/: The “Moody” Khana