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Ayush Mukherjee Dec 2019
In the stream of light
I saw no end in sight,
The passing waves and the calm,
Made my mind yearn for warmth,
The dead winds killed hope,
And the sun struck my eyes and made it difficult to cope.
The nights even worse,
With the temperatures low and and winds burst.
The cool water splashing on deck,
Of the lifeboat in risk of an anytime wreck.
With thou creatures of thy sea ,
Creating a misery with mine fears and mine dreams.
With my rations diminishing,
And a hope to live vanishing,
Thy departure not far,
With fear being in power.
Thus I lie
Waiting to die,
Hoping to survive,
thy ravaging sea and strong tide
O reader, with compassion and love
Pray for my good health from above
For thy prayers be answered
With thy showers of concerns
Ayush Mukherjee Dec 2019
After a long walk through
thy mysterious road of pebbles
Lies before me with a treble
From pipes coursing in the background
With a light breeze and the same sound
Challenging me through
Thy twisted paths of youth
Thy same road
Nor narrow nor broad
rumored to have swallowed many
Leaving nothing but fear and envy
For it takes a man great courage
To walk through thy path
Treading quietly, without a tharwth
For nothing shall harm
The walk will just charm
Don't even think about running
Or try avoiding
For once entered there is no escaping
Enter traveler do you dare
Thy road of traps and snares
Ayush Mukherjee Dec 2019
Thy leaves of life fall below
From thy tree of time,
Which grows mellow
In thy woods of silence, peace and calm
Looking afar,
Looking within,
thy gatekeeper of death, with a wisp in his palm
Thy keeper  looking grim
With an extinguished lamp with a wisp on it's rim
Thy fallen leaves burn't by him
With thy hatred burning within,
With love rises,
Thy soul makes new choices
To be reborn within thy leaves of life
Or dissapear in the fire of hatred and strife
Thy leaves full of life
Always green and showing a drive
A place of hallow for young souls survive
Attracting new, giving hope to thrive
Supported by thy tree of time
Thus is thy will of
Thy lord,
Thy fate,
Thy world,
Thy mind
Ayush Mukherjee Dec 2019
The morning with the wet grass,
Started with a full blast
With the lord's name,
A reminder of the past,
A fear in the heart for eternity to last
The reminder of sorrow,
And a grim reminder of an uncertain tomorrow,
Between the burn't houses ,
With each side having it's own voices,
With the aftermath of horror,
With fires of hatred erupted around the  corner,
Streets covered in blood,
Shops which remain burn't,
Dead bodies that lie around ,
Ask in dismay about their faults abound,
Asking which side protected the lord,
Following religious guidelines word to word,
While goons, politicians and the influential count profits,
Countless lives lost in such fruitless conflicts
Such is the sweet desire for revenge,
Such is the need of my lord to be provident ,
By creatures such as we ,
Who are unable to control anything a spree,
For puny mortals who cannot even predict death,
Somehow both sides will justify this at best,
Blaming each other's religion,
Coronating murderers and hooligans,
As heroes protecting their religious strife,
While we sleep in our non-existent lives
Ayush Mukherjee Dec 2019
Never fall in love
Refrain from the above,
My friend
for your honesty,dedication and commitments,
have no meaning, no predicaments,
Never believe truly and honestly,
anything heard or your own feelings  
Be wise and look for a better meaning
for the only thing returned,
would be a tight slap with guilt and utter depression turned
Rather you will be played
And left to in array,
Beware mon ami , Don't fall a prey
from her innocence looks or paltry games,
for all this is nothing but a joke,
Your emotions,feelings and respect will not bring you any hope,
Before you even realize,
You will be traumatized,
for faults and reasons unkown,
Your beliefs, principles and values will be challenged two-fold,
Everywhere you will hear
Playboys are never held dear,
Then why do they walk without fear,
Never respect, never commit, never trust and never commit,
For these things have no meaning ,
Over something called  infatuations, lust and feelings
Trust me mon ami I have been through it all
for I got nothing but pain forgone
But I will wait , I will stand
for I am still a fool who has truly loved someone with a genuine hand
Ayush Mukherjee Dec 2019
A beautiful mind and the beautiful truth
Showers the wisdom of  youth
Takes all sorrow
Comming tomorrow
In a land where dreams
Are not just mere illusions of a rig
Where voices do not quake
With the world in wake
Where peace and harmony breaks through the great minds of wisdom
Changing the understanding of freedom
To the beautiful days
That take sorrows away
To the crack of dawn
Everything and beyond
To the world of dreams
I awake and I see
The realm of reality
Ayush Mukherjee Dec 2019
In shadows of grief I lie
In the streets of darkness I survive
In the world of pain
where you have nothing to gain
In the overall road paved
There is something that I crave
For many though life and love is just a game
It takes a lot to remain
Loyal to a name
A vision to change
With nothing in range
Mostly sane
A lion hiding under his mane
In this path of life
Through the strife
Nothing to set aside
With the future and past tormenting my sides
Don't worry I will walk and survive
For even, if I die and move in aside
I will take pride
In the belief of my ideals and values by my side
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