Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Monday, September 9, 2013

Mothers!

My mother believes she's Superwomen.
She thinks she can fix everything
and when things can't be fixed 
she thinks she fix that.
She knows that when she tells me that it'll be alright
I'll believe her, because we all know
nothing is better than a mother telling you that.

My mother also believes in things.
Things that only she believes in
and probably are not even believed by my grandmother
but she'd want you to work according to it anyway
she'd tell you
don't leave the house now, wait a bit longer
or get a haircut, your fever will be alright
things only she can make sense of
but it's alright that's what's special about her

My mother doesn't want much,
she wants to be just loved and appreciated
and I think I fail at that at times.
I think there are times I think I'm so grown up
that I really just start behaving like a 13 year old boy
And my mother gets hurt, because she keeps on trying
without fail, and I guess that's what makes her
the mother you need, because she'd love you
even when you're being an asshole.

But my mother knows,
that even though we're fighting
and even though we're at each other's throat
I love her. That's who I am. I've always loved her.
She taught me things that no one else has.
She taught me compassion.
She taught me that love someone. But wholeheartedly.
She taught me to forgive.
She taught me that you can be who you want.
She taught me to be better man.
She taught me, a better man doesn't mean you can't be an asshole.
She taught me, being an asshole doesn't mean you can't a good man.
She's taught me how to be strong when things are falling apart.
She taught me never to lose hope.
She taught me never to lose.
She taught me how to live.
And often times, and mostly always
I forget to tell her how much I love her.
And how much she has taught me. 
But I know she knows.


My mother thinks, she's never wrong.
Now I know where I get that from
but you see, she is 
She is wrong, and she's not perfect
and she makes mistakes.
and there are times when she wont accept it.
And then my mother and I will fight.
But if I can tell you a secret
that's us, that's who we are
we're two people who fight and love
and work in this dysfunctional way.

My mother has a very different opinion on child discipline
It mostly includes
beating the shit out of with a ruler, or maybe belt or maybe
every once in a while if you think taking shower is bitch, why not try drowning the kid.
But you see, that's most of the Bangali parents.
Hell I think that's all of Indian Parents.
So don't judge, my mother loves me.

But my mother is beyond all of that,
she's sometimes over the edge with her inquisitiveness
but I don't really mind cause I know she only wants to fit in
and bridge the generation gap
I've seen my mother go beyond who she is, to make me comfortable
and maybe I'm not the perfect son, actually I'm not
but I am a kid who does like the little things.

My mom thinks she can cook North Indian Food.
She can't. She sucks with it.
But I honestly don't have the heart to tell her.
She still can't get her chapati right.
Why burst her bubble. I don't want that guilt on me.
So maybe there are times when my mother isn't being all epic.
But there are times when she is.
And there times when she's just being "ma"

So when you come to me one day
to tell me I can't change the world,
think twice because my mother has told me otherwise
she maybe sheltered small dreams
but she never let me sleep with a sky that couldn't fit all the stars I wanted
she told me if I wanted the sky, I could have it
and if I could have it, I could work for it.
She never said road to happiness would be easy
she said it'll be worth it.
She also told me, life will get harder
and sometimes for a long long while
and I'd think that this is all that's there to it
but I should wait because things get better
because I can change the world.
So when you come to me to tell me the world's just too big to be changed
remember you're talking to the son of a Superwoman.


  

Friday, July 26, 2013

If I were Love.



If I were love,
I'd be free, I'd be exciting and happy
And be everything from a puppy dog to child with his happy meal toy
Because love is ultimately a feeling of joy and happiness
And a little Labrador and Miniom toys can fix everything. 

If I were love,
I'd know of stories of affairs and scandals
And past and history. 
Sometimes jealousy and lust,
Because love is an experience, some lessons but mostly mistakes. 
Perhaps brighter side is what we crave for,
That's why we look for lessons in our mistakes. 

But if I were love, 
I'd also be butterflies in the stomach
And the "I'll wait for him" throughout everything
I'll be looking for excuses to pass her by
And maybe even sometimes that blush from him saying hi to me.
Because love is many a thing, adulterated isn't one of them. 


If I were love, 
I'd be that first time he held my hand
And she bent for a kiss
Sometimes I could be also when he knew what I meant
Others when he wanted me all to himself.
After all, love is a summer rush we all have felt. 


What if I were love? 
Then I'd be so many future plans and everyday meetings
Unprecedented time spent, and unlimited missing. 
I could be some special night phone schemes,
I could maybe even be Facebook display pictures. 
I mean, what is love if you're not experiencing it. 

If I were love,
I'd be wearing his over grown tshirt and asking for her panties.
And maybe I could also be his aftershave and her favorite perfume. 
Because let's face it, we all love some smell of theirs. 


If I were love, I'd also be the first third base,
And some porn that I couldn't copy but tried anyway. 
If I were love I'd be the first unprotected sex and the first time she almost got pregnant. 
But if I were love, we'd probably not be stupid again and again. And again. Till we figured it out. 
Because that's what I would be. Stupid, learning and experiencing. 


But I know for a fact, that if I were love,
I'd be "I fucking hate your guts"
And "can you please shut up?"
A lot of times "god I need some space".
I occasionally would also become "fuck off"
I mean love has shades you know. I come in varieties. Why discriminate.


And if I actually were love,
Then in the next half an hour I'd be "baby I'm sorry, I didn't mean it" 
And she'd be like "No I'm sorry, you were rightly"
Always I'd end up being the make up kiss, and few times the make up sex. Otherwise I'm just sex.
I mean, who likes shades? Black and white. Always. 


Funnily, If I were love, 
I'd be some favorite couple from some movie
And I'd also be a song that describes the perfect relationship. 
I know I'd know of Zara. Even Men section. 
Or I could be period cycles, tampons and nailpolish brands. 
I could be thing, she needed me to know. 


I think if I were love, 
I'd also be extra effort, worth it feeling. 
A change and betterment too.
Sometimes even crush, build and survive a new person. 
After all, it's the progress that counts. 


If I were love I'd be all of that.
And I'm guaranteeing even more.
If I were love. 
Question is, are you love too?

Friday, September 16, 2011

I'm Coming Home.


Hurt, I'm so glad your back.
I remember you vaguely!
Amidst chaos and the gratifying peace,
here you lay before me.
 
Naked, in silence,
In abundance and absurd amount.
You hide in the open,
I look for you, and you're all around.

It's not so much of a pain,
that you cause.
But the numbness of it all,
that leaves me like a carcass.  

I remember how your smile tasted,
sweet, bitter, all alike.
Some fun, some sad.
But of 'em all, mostly alive!

Memories, how do you not come to my mind?
How do you not remind me of what I was?
How do you pretend that you don't need to be here?
Why don't you understand it's over?

I can be here, and over you.
But then again, would you?
I can be there, somewhere somehow.
But then again, wouldn't you too?

If you know what loss is, 
Then please compansate me.
Fill me up with your longings,
For I cannot wait anymore.

Hurt, I don't want you to leave.
Because I know, you want the best for me.
Promise me, you'd laugh, cry and smile with me.
For without you, I'm incomplete. 

They say we all have our places in life.
A place which defines us.
A place which holds the moment forever.
A place which is ours to keep.

I'm home.

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

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]