Anthology of Poems (12)

1. -------: THE THIRSTY CURSE :-------

Oh my God! Where are you?

Am I the only one seeking for you?

I feel I am over

For that vile hands,

Freezing me once more

At a glance.

I wish I could defend

I wish I could bring about the end.

I wish I could say

I wish I could betray

Just alike them in a den.

Oh no! Why am I crying?

Why can't I appease myself

Just like they do

In a tipsy sense?

I wish I could defend

I wish I could bring about the end.

Oh God! Why did you make us?

To endure the pain

Is that the task?

Why are we here in filthy air?

Why can't we live?

Where to complain the thirsty amusement?

Why are we here alive?

I wish I could defend

I wish I could bring about the end.

I just can't imagine the clinginess

Which has made my ignorance

I can now see myself as a Courtesan

Locked in the cage of Barbarism.

If they are becoming oppresive

So why am I becoming impassive?

Why can't I forget the daily incident?

I wish I could defend

I wish I could bring about the end.

Against whom is the battle?

Against them, the part of ourselves?

I don't know what to do or what not

Is that easy to set fires against their mother's cold emotions?

Do we have that society

To provide courage and respect fully?

Oh my God! I am asking you

Why don't you answer?

Is it possible to survive in the hell

Whereas we came from heaven?

©️DIYA SINHA

2. -------:THE UNSOUGHT SUPPORT:-------

I still cherish the golden days,

When you were around in every case.

Mercy comes out from your smiling face,

When you look at me I feel safe.

You taught me to be good,

To have patience to gain fruit,

To behave well in every suit,

To support always; the truth.

You showed me the right path,

When I was yearning to depart.

Remember ? My first day school,

When I was indeed a fool,

To dress myself in new suit,

You helped me to tie shoes.

When I entered into the gate

You forbade to be quiet in new state.

Remember? when Mom went,

You hold my hands to recoup my pain.

Remember? our morning walks,

When the surroundings were cool,

We disappeared in fog due to advanced foots.

Remember? my first day of job,

When I felt stopped; you pushed me off,

Remember? when James born,

You smiled and told "To be Friend is our goal ."

You taught me that true one always remains,

In every stop when life becomes hopeless.

So why did you go to God?

Why can't you see my sob?

I am asking you Dad...

How can I overcome the frights?

Without you I'm a body without spine!

I miss u dad! Please do Come!!

I want to live with my little son in your arms...

©️DIYA SINHA

3. -------: OH LOVE WHY DO YOU LAST? :-------

Memories are faded, Lives are separated,

Feelings are lost, but something there not exhaust,

Oh I return to flashback; 40 years back,

I can recall the school days bitter and sweeter waits,

For meeting the one with special cycle race.

There were some lakes some gardens,

Where we spent times together with happy chirps,

Where I took rest in his arms like a happy princess.

We attended classes from the last benches,

Cause I did not want anyone to make us distracted

We wrote letters another to one.

Day by day we came closer,

But the tragedy came with an unpredictable burden,

One day I felt I was nourishing a life who grew with my belly pain,

I felt stumbled; went to you for your suggest,

But that day you pushed me off; stating

The baby was not your blood.

What could I do? I had to abort, had to kill the little one, cause of my own fault,

Days went again, I passed college; married a rich man and now enjoying assets,

But still miss the little one; the voice unheard, the eyes unseen, the body untouched,

Oh David!! I don't know if you have forgot your mate

Your dance partner your most favourite friend,

But I mostly have forgotten you but not your betrayal,

I can't ever forgive my baby killer.

Oh Love, why do you last,

In Memories or in Trust?

©️DIYA SINHA

4. -------: I AM AN OWL :-------

I am an Owl

When the world seems to be stopped,

I continue to crawl.

I see what others can't,

Without light, everything is infinite.

I enjoy the blind sight,

Whereas the world lives in day delight.

I dance with nature

When there is a break,

In every creature.

I stare at everything

When the world sleeps,

I do guarding.

I live with peace,

Which is not allotted to every piece.

I can't see the day,

Where the all stealthily betray,

But I have day, coloured black,

Where I rejoice world in a large pack...

©️DIYA SINHA

5. -------: OH DIVINE :-------

Oh divine!

How can you always support me?

Protecting me all time, in front the crime..

How can you be the positive vibes?

Rejoicing all the pains without exclaims..

How can you be a good anchor?

Preventing me to be violent more..

How can you be a noble judge?

Providing justice,to stop sin to be indulged..

How can you be a great optimist?

Directing me at every mist..

How can you be an instant teacher?

Teaching lessons to all creatures..

How can you be an undaunted child?

Laughing at every danger in every slide..

How can you be the master creator?

Who plans everything start to cremator..

How can you be so patient?

To pass bad times under a shed..

How can you be a good counsellor?

Making my belief to endeavour..

How can you be an outstanding friend?

Encouraging my every dreams and deeds..

How can you punish them all?

Who attend crime even small..

How can you be so big?

To forgive every big to small thing..

How do you live within us?

If you were not, we would be curse..

Oh ho! How the light brightens the darkness!

Remaining shadows behind every goodness..

©️DIYA SINHA

6. -------: 652 DAYS ON STREETS :-------

In the City of Joy,

From dawn to dusk,

Fighting has been our task.

We spend the whole day

Under a shade of Mahatma's fade.

We don't have job,

It has been stolen by gambling rob.

We can't claim,

No one wants to stand against Them.

We can't go home,

How can we face our own?

With bare hands to widowed-mom,

With bare hands to marriage plan?

We want Court,

For justice and letter of appointment

Just to be placed on hands,

Honouring our 10years path.

We can't rest on others,

Who can say there won't be corrupts?

We won't stop,

So what if Police imprisons us?

We don't have any value of life,

4 candidates have already given Life.

We can't dream,

As it's sold by political team.

No one cares for us,

So what if we protest with Winter-Rain-Summer's harsh?

We wouldn't be here,

Thousands are roaming as 'We' everywhere.

How long will we endure?

We want to be Teacher from every core.

We don't know,

What we can teach to next generation's fleet,

But the indomitable spirit of Right,

In long and fuzzy slide.

©️Diya Sinha

#SSC

#500daysofSscagitation

#EducationSystem

#WestBengal

7. -------: THE DULL BLACKBOARD :-------

New Teacher came in, class set in,

Students of pre teen stood up waiting,

For a new lesson for new session.

Then he turned back towards the board,

Wrote 'Mathematics' without 'C' and 'E'.

The students too overwhelmed wrote the same,

Then he began to teach how to subtract in new techniques.

He wrote 70023 - 12976 and called one ,

A boy came wrote answer 57047 and waited for acclamation.

But the teacher got angry saying he had not done it rightly,

The boy felt confused, asked what was the wrong for that he was accused.

Then surprising all new teacher wrote answer

60147 and felt haughty,

He again gave another , did the same mistake,

The students really felt dejected and not objected.

The school hour thus ended leaving all of them in a desert continent.

They went home and told their parent the whole incident.

Later the next day they all agitated,

Revealed the new joined school by Bribe to the gambling dudes.

The media got high. "An Illiterate is Teacher oh ho what a shy!!"

But still he went on complaining stating all of this was a conspiracy against him.

Don't know how long this all will go on.

The deservers at road , willing to come home,

The children too waiting for new corrected dwelling.

Don't know what the revolution has brought.

If education is not proper so how can a tribe can prosper?

Is not it our duty to save our budding blooms?

Should not that criminals be doomed?

Should not this gambling be stopped?

Is this Democracy or Autocracy?

Oh ho!! I can see ahead an Eclipse

Darkening all the Sun in disguised trick ...

©️DIYA SINHA

#educationsystem

#westbengal

#SSC

8. -------: TICK TOCK : -------

"Tick tock" sounds my alarm clock,

Oh! Can't believe the day has come across.

Round round goes the spinal stalk,

Stealing my endurance at every pause.

Slowly slowly come the hours,

Oh! I'm drowned in unnatural stares.

"Move move" say the seconds,

I don't know what the fate has taken.

"Go slow, everything is okay."

Says the clock, with its great swords,

But I continue to run in lunacy,

Fearing if the world goes against me.

Finally the hour came with a sweet burden,

My all fears gone when everything came in front.

All becomes well when we don't expect,

Lastly, I can be happy with no exclaims.

Hope the clock will run again for my side

I don't exit, that's my pride.

Why do we think a lot,

When Clock has already taken own master thought?

©️DIYA SINHA

9. -------: THE BEAUTY :-------

The sun on head, surroundings brightened,

With gamucha I left home for field

of paddies.Blue lungi, red flipflops,

Orange fotua were my dresses.

Then a km of the road,

A pond with water-hyacinth all around.

Whereas I saw that charming beauty two days ago,

With sunlight, water sparkling like diamonds, where did they go?

I went ahead, saw that girl very quiet, depressed.

Whereas she was seen playing and laughing just before a decade.

Moving forward, I thought I was on wrong path,

The old large banyan tree providing blessings for free was cut.

I became shocked, the world I knew had changed

a lot, the beauty that brings peace in mind,

Is being removed from the surface of earth,

Depriving us from vanity, positivity, humanity and faith.

And the second home of mine, the paddy field,

Was also dry, reluctant to form the golden scene, also affected.

For the lack of Responsibility and Care,

Won't it remove the beauty from Sphere??

©️®️ Diya Sinha

10. -------:THE RESOURCE OF THOUSAND RESOURCES :-------

Amongst the gifts God sent us,

He is one of them full of trust,

Harbouring thousands students of no caste, Time elapses here with great haste.

Like heroes, he loves to act,

Loves to represent facts,

Roams all about the class,

Just to snatch the interest of his admirers.

And takes us on a tour of fairy lands, Sometimes of ancient times, sometimes of today's life.

Then finishing the lesson, he takes his seat, Gives us task, checks mistakes like a super

judge.

Later he utters, "Uff! How many time should I

repeat, Auxiliary verb of Interrogative Narration comes before the Subject in reported speech?" (Direct Speech)

Then seeing again the same mistake and hearing the noise,

He holds his Lathi, proceeds towards us, "Thump thump" sounds the stick and we having punishment with smile prevent it to touch.

At result, the fateful day, when we show him our progress reports,

He never gets so angry nor so much us scolds. But supports everytime expecting we'll do better in life,

So what if we attempt bad he'll be there to encourage like Coach.

He is the one who teaches us punctuality,

Who teaches us humanity, who is bound to our duty.

He is our Teacher, our big Brother,

Who is always productive, always supportive.

He is our Teacher, our Parent,

Who observes every motions and obstructs us

to do wrong.

What does he want?

Is that only the money known as fees and respect?

Is that only our happy days, our jobs?

Or does he wanna see himself within Us? Harbouring more generations with daring guts!! Oh God, what a gift you've sent !!

If He would not be, our lives would be in vain.

©️®️ SINHA

11. -------: LONG DISTANCE LOVE :-------

(A collaboration poem with Sabur Ali)

Sabur :---

     Sweetie,

           I still love you but what do you feel for me I don't know.

          Your sweet voices only can soothe my wounded heart's pain and woe .

          Because you are the only reason of my heart beats.

          Doth ye favor me to know the reason of your aloofness and your motifs?

Diya :---

     My man,    

           I am yours, still love you the most,

           I dont know why do I lead an introvert spirit,

          You're the one I do believe, but sometimes I feel choked on your phone screen.

           Two years you left us, for study for job, when will we meet like tides and steps near an unknown basin ?

Sabur :---

            Your verses illumine my inner soul and your tenderness love always inspire me

            To connect my anxious soul with you,my dear

            Because you are the reason of my existence's enrollment and vanity

            For be an angel in my life in so far , Why don't we build a bridge soon in our depth corner?

            I stayed away to feel you free as bird and now I welcome you in my heart

            To make you my own and to stop trembling of my inner part

            And to hear the echoes of whispers and sighs what comes in my heart as a heartbeat as a reply

            And to embrace in my chest , would you hold my hands to start our journey , O' my dear cutie pie?

Diya :---

            Oh God , What a mad child I have, on whom my whole world rely,

            The secrets of heart, the overflows of love, opens to thy bed

            without any fear.If you will can I adore you in the deep heart's ocean?

            Where problems dread to separate us again..

             How can I deny to my prince, the reason of my life, the reason of my pride?

              I am so thankful to God who sent me as my superman's bride.

             The bridge made by the Almighty, shall forever shine,

              And on that two close souls shall forever reside...

Sabur :---

              God will unite us as you and I want to be we.

              Finally in our journey of love, I've found some clues.

              Our anticipation God must grand as you've been my would -be.

              And I've felt your presence in my heart and soul anew it's true.

        In the dark and stillness night I feel your presence

        And like the moon and shooting star you illumine me from long distance

               When almighty itself wants to bind us with his blessings

               Why are we waiting for engaging?

               Though I feel your presence of your loving gesture

                Honey! My heart can't bear this distances presure

                No words want to express my longing soul

                Soon we will take a life long journey together with a great responsibility and brace role.

Diya: :---

                No words to express my Happiness,

                I always feared the distance,

               But you proved me the real one always remains,

                Now I can see ahead our happy days,

         Where 2 souls mixed with each other enjoy the world with great merriness.

         Isn't it the distance which has brought us so near?

         Depending on Trust, depending on crazy guts, which is so mere...

COPYRIGHT ©️ SABUR ALI & DIYA SINHA

12. -------: WHAT IS THE POEM? :------

A poem is nothing, but a form of Teaching,

Though it is boring but much inspiring,

A poem is nothing, but words dancing.

Though they are wrangling but much caring.

A poem but is nothing, pen picturing,

Though it is unexciting but much loving.

A poem is nothing, but 24-hours working,

Though it is slothing but much comforting.

A poem is nothing, but glory sustaining,

Though it is elapsing but never withering.

A poem is nothing, but soul reflecting,

Though it is educing but much adoring.

A poem is nothing, without reading,

Though it is gruelling but much rejoicing.