SHANTANU MUKHERJEE


Where...? i can live alive


Walking under the grisly skyscrapers of hardship
and surrounded by the edifice of blue devils
were my melancholic emotions

Somewhere forlorn and defeat
were at their own high cost, where i was restricted
as maudlin persons already paid the bribe for it
because being a middle-class person with the deficit of grief
i was kept waiting for,
the harsh latitude that i was provided with
was of second rate where i was not interested to live in

The meadow of thorns and the sculptures of pain
where the flower of happiness got withered by the winds of dolor
this is one of the rare wonder which i had never seen

The silhouette of my callous soul
and the solidly coloured inside with black and white
i am just a marionette wrapped under one clothe
having one or two colour of life on my dress
and the threads of kismet and luck are under control of fortune
i am not supposed to do what i want
i was seized under the hands of misfortune

Do you think i am still alive
A shelter yet to find where i can live alive

Submitted: Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Edited: Tuesday, May 10, 2011

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  • Mohammad Akmal Nazir (5/10/2011 2:22:00 AM)

    I like it. You have described it very well. Vivid imagery and remarkable style. Great write. I rate it 10.
    Thanks for sharing.....
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