FEAR

As I stand at the end of the tunnel-
Surrounded by complete darkness.
I feel the emptiness around me,
I can feel the solitude gripping me.
As I see her disappear-
I can feel the fear.
The fear of being a failure,
That made me a failure.

Bruised and battered in the battle,
Drenched completely in blood.
I fight a lonely battle,
Against my immense pain and struggle.
I wish she was there,
To save me from my fear.
The fear of being a failure,
That made me a failure.

It was I who decided myself,
That I did not deserve to get her.
So I decided to be silent,
And just be like any other friend.
I had to suppress my feelings for her,
Just because of my fear.
The fear of being a failure,
That made me a failure.

Today I have no more hope,
To get her back.
Because I dug a deep hole for myself,
And cannot even ask anyone for help.
Because it was I who decided,
To remain silent against my fear.
The fear of being a failure,
That made me a failure.

I had suppressed my feelings,
Just to see her smiling.
I was ready to face the pain,
If she stood to gain.
So I could not disclose my love for her,
Just because of my fear.
The fear of being a failure,
That made me a failure.

Today as I stand at the end of the tunnel,
Surrounded by complete darkness.
I wish I was a little brave,
And thought about myself.
Then I would not have to cry,
And could have fought against my fear.
The fear of being a failure,
That made me a complete failure.

SILENCE WILL BE HEARD

SILENT WARRIOR


You shout you cry,
I will remain silent.
You complain you try to argue,
I will remain silent.
You show anger you express your grudge,
I will remain silent.
Because I am a silent warrior,
Silence is my power.

When I am sad,
I remain silent.
When I am offended ,
I remain silent.
When I feel ignored,
I remain silent.
Because silence is my strength,
Silence is my only friend.

When I am in pain,
I am silent.
When I want something,
I am silent.
When I lose something,
I am silent.
Because silence makes me strong,
Silence helps me to protest against all wrong.

When I want to cry,
I have to be silent.
When I want to shout,
I have to be silent.
When I like someone,
I have to be silent.
Because silence cannot be heard,
And I do not wan myself to be heard.

When you left me alone,
I was silent.
When you betrayed me,
I was silent.
When you broke my heart,
I was silent.
Because silence gave me peace,
Silence was the only way out from the death kiss.

But how much more can I take
How long can I remain silent?
How can I come out of this loneliness?
How much more can I suppress my pain in silence?
How can I come out of this darkness?
How long will I be shielded by my silence?
Because one day my silence will heard -
But only after I die a silent death .

GET ACCUSTOMMED TO THE REALITY!!!

FAKE

Why should we appear to be happy?
When we are sad actually.
Why do we have to smile?
When we want to cry.
Why do we have to be silent?
When we want to speak out.
Why can’t we come out of this hypocrisy?
Why do we have to put up this fake identity?

Why should we listen to others?
When they are not there for us.
Why should we suppress our own feelings?
Just to see them smiling.
Why should we think about others?
When no one is there to think about us.
Why is the base of all relations so superficial?
Why are these things becoming so immaterial?

Why should we feel the pain?
When others stand to gain.
Why should we be the losers?
Just to see others as winners.
Why should we be concerned?
When they are least bothered.
Why should we suffer?
Why should we termed as “FAILURE”?

I too am a part of this society-
Who fears to face the reality.
I too have lost my identity-
And still searching for it in this world of hypocrisy.
How much more can I take?
Am I real or actually fake………

FRIENDS

The first year passed by,
This has been one of the best years of my student life.
This poem is dedicated to my college friends out there,
Who made me feel at over here.

Thanks for the precious time you gave me,
And due regards for being so friendly.
Oh! the gala time we spent,
And not to forget the fun we had.

Thanks to all my freinds who helped me in my study,
Please always be there when I am in any difficulty.
Thanks for standing by my side,

I will always remain indebted for your support during my hardtimes.

Thanks for bearing with me,
And hearing my boring poems patiently.
Sorry for sometimes being short tempered,
And thus thanks for understanding my nature.

When I was in need,
You all proved to be friends indeed.
Remain the way you all are,
Thus lets be friends forever.

BHAROTBORSHER BOYOSH KOTO??

Ke bole amar boyosh hajar-ponchash(1050)?
Sobe to ami holam sat(60).
Aage chilam poradhin-
Ei to sobe holam sadhin.
Akhon sobai kebol bharoter,
Aage chilam golam britishder.
Hoyeche kotojoner amar buke soshon,
Koto ma,meye,bon koreche rodon,
Akhon abar sei deshe tei sobar joton.
Amar jonyo diyechen nijo jaan-
Khudiram,netaji hariyechilen nijo pran,
Tobe aaj ami sadhin,
Amar buke nei karo odhin.
Tobu aajo meteni dukkho-
Onath,bekar,gorib-der akhono boro koshto.
Tai akhono onek dekha baki-
Asha kori jano sara jibon sadhinbhabe beche thaki.

THE SCAVENGER'S LIFE

Once a boy named mack-
Always carried a rubbish filled sack,
Causing an extremely swollen back,
But still everyday ran on the same track,
In search of more and more garbage.
He is only of age ten-
But does not know how to hold a pen.
Always running about in the heat and rain-
With a feeling of pain,
In the process what are his gains??
With no idea about education.
The boy runs in search of money-
To feed his mother and brother Sunny.
For them he sacrifices his own childhood,
To fulfill the duties of brotherhood,
But still strugges to get food,
Thus it is a distressed livelihood.
The boy is filled with imagination,
And has a burning sensation,
To fulfill his daring ambition,
But the conditions are a big threat-
To do something great.
So he has to satisfy himself with the present,
Unable to make his life descent,
Surviving as a scavenger-
With the whole mean world as a stranger,
Thus with no future ahead-
The boy can be said to be alive but dead.

EXAM PHOBIA!!!!!!!

OH! NOT AGAIN!!!

I told my mother I had fever-
I thought it might be severe-
But I did not have high temperature-
Complained my concerned mother!!
But it was not normal fever-
It was examination fever,
A thought of which makes me feel bitter.
The pressure is so high-
I think I am going to die.
The books of physics and chemistry,
Filled with loads of mystery.
Oh! the circuits of electronics,
And ofcourse not to forget the sums of mechanics.
Why should there be examination?
It only brings fear and tension.
Exams are a fear for me-
Which makes me have a temperature of 103!
Let there be no examination-
And enjoy life and education.
So please!please!please!
Can't we do away with erxamination??