Epilogue

Here I sit, No stranger to this hour

With a mind so unrestful,
With provocative thoughts in my head,

Many of which, deals with reality of life.

As I sit through this ever so friendly hour,

I ponder, what could've been. Do I wish to know?
Every part of me knows it can't be figured,

Nor do I wish to know. But what if?

As I move past the reluctances of yesterday,

I stumble upon tomorrow.

How it eagerly awaits my entrance.
How I wish I could delay it.
And yet I know, all I want is, is her.

In her rawest form, with all her prerogatives

I want her, I want tomorrow.

It tells me of the confusion, the hardship that lays

It tells me of the fruit that it'll bore if it pays

And here I sit, procrastinating,

And judging, as I choose my steps carefully.

Moments pass, when I realize that what I miss

Is the thrill of serendipity, the nature of stupidity.

As I sit here, waiting for the dawning of tomorrow

I eagerly await the path of self discovery

That stands at my door, striving towards me

To which I run in these barren land.

I have nothing to hold me back

But my own fear of failure.

But today even that won't suffice,

For I have made up my mind.

I have chosen to be different.

I have chosen to be me.

I choose to be strong, and thus I am.

I choose to be naive, and thus I am.

I choose to be weak, and thus I am.

You choose to befool me, and here I am.

Gullible, and masochistic in my taste.

In that state of conscience, that I know who I am

And yet, surrender to your wrongdoings, I stand.

I can't learn from the insanity that you provide

Because in you is all the warmth that I find.

I wish to stop my slipping tongue,

But in the inebriation of your touch, I melt.

The thoughts that shoot through my mind

Speak of the only times that I remember.

I have been there a lot of times before,

Some worth a mention

Others choose not to mention themselves.

I have been there before, I will again

And yet the only wine to my thirst is your reminiscence.

The only hope to my box, is your smile

And the only guilt to my pleasure is your touch.

In that delight of mine, where you're perfect

Nothing can touch you. Nothing can harm.

You perish with time, but your memories shall stay

For the immortality my senses wish to know.

I have hurt you in times of need, crushed you,

Hurt you, and broken into many a piece.

But you retaliated with equal eager,

And this relationship of ours is what makes us sweeter.

In good health or bad taste, we stand together.

If you choose to be alone to day,

Then we're together in our solitude.

I bid you my farewell, with the sensuous touch

May you wake up tomorrow, in that picture that I have of you in my head.

May you wake up, with that smile that outshines tomorrows sun over head.

May you shine.

Raising Hope

Once upon a time
in a far far away land lived a beautiful soul,
made of smile, hearts and oh! so grande!
and there is a story that I'll unfold!


She was loved by all
and possessed by some,
but was never away from anyone's reach
just her disguise was common to none.

Some looked for her in their faith
some searched for her in their mind,
some searched for her when in misery
and comfort was all they were able to find!


She made no bias, she had no tilt
a simple soul to lift your heart,
she'd pick you up even if you leave her alone
and decide to give her another chance.

 She gave everyone a reason to believe
that all you need to hold is a rope,
sometimes she lied to make you smile
and with love we called her Hope.


She is one, she is all
she is some and sometimes she's tall,
 for some she's an amulet for some she's a piece of gold
for she is all that to me and a part of my soul!

 When all is gloomy, and the glass is half empty
she tells me that I'm not wrong yet I'm a fool!
I ask her what she means and she tells me
the worst is yet to come, and the glass is half full!

Time has changed, so did tide
the worst will come and break us all in our mind,
for we may wait, or we may walk
what we decide will always be the trail we leave behind!

You keep your hope, and I'll keep mine
some days are Sundays some are fine,
for some its just another phase, for some its divine

but if it's winter can the spring really be far behind?

- Nirjhar Bhattacharya

[p.s. this is probably the 4-5th version of "raising hope". I initially had started off with a normal blog entry ... and well "hope" was the central theme. but it over went quite a few changes and well, I'm quite glad I held it off for about 4 months now and I'm quite satisfied with the result! 

lately, things have been quite messed up. my result (board) didn't turn out so well ... and well I decided to give up on all that I had. And among it all, I had my one last hope left. My baby! She stuck around, helped me go through it all, even though she deserved more of the happiness then my misery. So this poem is really a dedication for you honey. 

I'm sorry I never ended up posting the other blog I was telling you about. But I hope you thoroughly enjoy this. 

forever and always, babe!]

[p.p.s. that photo says "THERE IS ALWAYS HOPE" on the extreme right]