Your Trigger, My Sting.

Sitting still at my office desk,

I start a fiddling with my thoughts

As I gulp down a cup of brewing chaos,

My mind slits a patch

And it’s all oozing out today… 

The noisy chronicles of my mind

Your Trigger, My Sting. 

Visions of a Forest Dream

A dark canvas with the picture of a withering tree 

Its branches melt away into pink and purple hues

Light rays break down into bits of diamonds

The scattered bits mingle with the colours

Colours that dance along the wind like sea waves

Pearl droplets rise from the wet grass 

And float in the air like bubbles of dew. 

Glowworms lit up the dark alleys of the forest

Like twinkling stars on a maiden's hair 

The forest is dark and wild

Its long and twisty roads,

Like the passage to a woman's heart

The deeper you go, 

You lose your way

Once you enter her world,

You are never the same again

You lose yourself 

To find something new.

The forest is full of sounds and mysteries

She waits for those who seek them...

I felt infinite...

I sit here silently, 

Happy with what I have 

And letting go of what stood beyond me. 

The colours of nature enter my soul through my eyes, 

And in that moment,

I felt infinite...

That's when we were free...

When we laughed without a care in the world, 
Our masks let gone of; 
All our fears vanished into the thin air.
That's when we actually met, 
That's when we were free...

Only one win matters...

Fragments build up within,
A sudden surge of energy fuels my soul

The walls, they want to melt away and let out these waves, 

Is it an explosion that awaits? 

Maybe, these are just noises and mere noises.

An on and off spell of calmness;

Showers of love and harmony. 

An equilibrium, I can't keep up with,

It keeps disappearing when I try to touch,

Is it my touch or am I just chasing a bubble? 

The bubble is fragile, not me. 

What I seek is hiding somewhere in a maze.

Oh the games, there are too many!

Only one win matters...

Now, I choose between the rights and lefts, 

My choices, my moves.

Play, play, play, 

Till the master move emerges 

And breaks down this stalemate. 

  

Only one win matters, 

To crack open the heart of possibilities,

So play, till you find the key. 

Play, till you see the maze vanish away...

Audio for this: https://soundcloud.com/neelanjana-barua/only-one-win-matters

Seconds of happiness…

Only you will fight, only you will emerge

It’s your story & you’re here to make a long run.

A meaningful one, if not that long…

What you choose, is your gift or curse

And of course you knew, didn't you?

That fragile phase of ignorance you seek

Drifts you away or takes you closer to a whole new world.

You thought it’ll be green all along the way,

And that’s when your fantasy goes wrong…

The picture you sought, didn't match the one in mind

And then you begin to think, does this mismatch really matter?

Did we have to say it out aloud?

Couldn't we stay content with this one second?

Oh you want it all,

You want the magic, you want the drama

You’re trying to make everything count

But it’s only a fragment of happiness we earn out of these infinite seconds…

I am Black…

I stood behind as still as the wall,
A wall so full of puzzles and shadows…
I could never have that stage,
But their drama is flawed without my body.

I am that black canvas inside your thoughts,

One colour for many emotions…
Without me, light has no worth;
You’ll find no direction unless you surrender…
I’ll show you more than you wish to see;
And leave fine lines in your memory…
 

I am black; more than just a colour
I give shades to those blurred fragments of your mind…
Without me love isn’t as sensuous;
The Moon isn’t half stunning;
Without me, there wouldn’t be a ‘night’
 

My darkness frightens the mortals…
I am that silhouette of fears, wrath and pain;
That stranger who follows them everywhere they go…

 My presence haunts the prude,
But the poets call me their muse…
  
You can run away and abandon me…
But remember, I’m the one when you seek refuge;
I am that partial life in between your heartbeats;
The only destination beyond that ‘finishing line’…
         

He and She...

You had the pen, but she had the lines... 
You wrote a song, but little did you know,
You only sang for her...

You didn't know her,
But she was the breeze that swept away your weary thoughts;
She was the shadow when you thought you were walking all alone.


Though you never really said a word to each other 
The silence did it, in more than one ways...
So whenever you sing that old song,
Remember, it'll always echo in somebody else's heart.


You never really had to acknowledge her presence,
For she was your own from the very start.