Kolkata, India

Black and White

We arrive at black or white

After crossing the greys

What lurks in between, weaves the yarns

Black or white are the ends of a journey or stride

White is all encompassing

Black bereft of all

Stands alone in its solitude

The world is very colourful

Not black and white my friend

Everything is layered

Plumes of colour withheld

As said the old Bard correctly

Adversity has its use

Darkest of dark times 

Ignites the hearts flames

We turn and churn inside us

The dormant human states

Living a routine life of privilege

Has blinded us to many a state

The turbulent times has

at least heaved sighs in iron hearts

Darkness will also trim 

the extras from our coats

so that in compassion

we stitch others clothes

those deprived and hanging

on the edge of survival's shores

Extend your hands n hearts

Sanitized of its selfishness

let's push the dark night together

to crack a hopeful dawn!!!

My Voice

I didn’t know how to speak

didn’t have the courage to say

I am distressed listen to me

I needed to express myself

Put my thoughts to speech

Was made a butt of ridicule

Construed, misconstrued each his/her way

Judged, punished, scolded

Could neither speak nor was heard

I took resort in colours

Drawing to make sense of the world

Colours though were pale often

Alone I would scribble on floor

With chalk easy to erase

Would put my ear on the ground

Listening to the deep rumblings inside

That echoed my silent thoughts

Inaudible to the insensitive world

I was still being formed

As the tectonic plates shift and meet

And arise hills and mountains from within

No desert remains dry

No mountain remains high,forever

Nature knows the balancing act

My confused chaotic thoughts

Take shape and spring forth like nuts and blooms

As dark clouds shed heavenly joy

My ink doth birth a poem.