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ritwika raha Poems

In hollow hours,
In pristine white,
Mourning, she sat,
In her lonely fight,
...

As clean, as beautiful
The mirror, I saw
The crafted grandeur
Beauty gorged of flaw.
...

The skin was pale
The eyes in rest
The resting breath
Amidst million breaths
...

The narrow strings of the shallow tears,
Runnel down without a fear,
Gliding and rolling,
Tainted with repentance
...

The wound was raw,
The gore was red
The wind was cold,
From the north it fled
...

Let us play a love story
Secretly, silently and obviously foully
Let's love each other with ardor
And with vows weighted with honesty,
...

Deep behind the curtain thick
Lies a darkened room
Dwells an innocuous silence there,
In that speechless womb
...

No chirping bird,
No blooming rose,
Blew the captive wind
And smoke arose
...

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
...

10.

I had a vision,
Long back torn
Which I still gaze at
And wish to be worn.
...

There is a populace,
Which watches and laughs,
Which soothes and mocks the wounds,
That it inflicted,
...

The eyes gaped at the sky,
At the stars so fiery
Through the casement half closed
Drooped and weary!
...

The scent that invades
The deepest darkness,
It kills and expunges
The silent guilt,
...

I could see the crests all weighted with colors,
And the fragrant air stirring the sleepy leaves,
I could see them capriciously stroking the roofs,
As they danced against the towering eaves!
...

15.

The flames were blunt,
The rage was dry
The winter hot
And the summer was sly....
...

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 languid wish,
In her stolen heart,
All cleaved desires,
In that sunken Cask
...

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,
...

The nude perfume that I wore
Was just my own
The Florets and the leaves
All did mourn
...

I stand behind those brazen bars,
Of a dungeon in those ill famed towers,
A soldier once, but now a captive here I stand,
With the living remains of my native land! !
...

The Best Poem Of ritwika raha

The Widow

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
Wailed aloud

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 summed,
The reveling souls
And dreamt of slumber,
A tragic hyperbole

She desired to love
To play once more
To embrace again
But the dreadful gore? ?

It made her love,
But love death and sorrow …
Cause wife to the Dead
Shall see no tomorrow! !

ritwika raha Comments

Sudeshna Majumdar 28 January 2013

Profound :) just went through ur new poem titled, Broken, loved it thoroughly :) I hope u keep on enlighten us more with such poignant thoughts and theme...

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Sudeshna Majumdar 29 December 2012

Great Ritwika :) I went through ur new poems, I must say u r blessed with good thoughts and ur pen do justice to ur thoughts :) GOD Bless! ! !

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Sudeshna Majumdar 02 November 2012

Beautifully weaved- the thought, the words, the rhyme, the moments...loved it thoroughly :) :)

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