Voice of Hearts

  Moment of Tranquility   To those moments that remained unexpressed, That remained hidden in the deepest corners of my mind. Breathing life to everything I do and say, Things that never happened, yet with reality entwined.   Drifting away like Gatsby’s green light, Unreal and tremulous, made to feel but not to express. Beyond this place of wrath and distress, Something so fragile and yet filled with finesse.   In the warm depths of summer nights, When walls are shed and friends are made. Tales of love and those of loss, Amicably heard and amicably said.   I look back at them now and then, With this profound sense of nihility, Longing for it to someday become real, My dearest moment of tranquility… Dhrubjyoti

Met Life Yesterday With rules of a deprived and crooked society, a slow deluded march to death. An illusion of self in hope for meaning, trying to live in the space between each breath. Measuring life with what we have, fear ruling over every other sense, Draining the known for being happy, getting approvals at peace’s expense. Breathing defined as living, consumed by everything that is meaningless, Hope is a mirage of what will never be tomorrow, weighing yesterday that was lifeless. Oblivious to any form of truth, resentful to anything that’s humane, Filling the holes with meaningless material, carving a life filled with disdain. Noise of voices all around and yet everyone is afraid to speak, And one who dares to utter a word is defined by all as a freak. Believes gnawing at roots of the free, generations hammering at its head. To give in to what is acceptable, give in or be a broken thread. Met life yesterday, willed it to come with me. I...

Between hasted day and wasted night, That neverending stare of twilight, Bodies still breathing and no soul to fight, Hope of survival but not of light. Paths mettled with deserted dreams, Of forgotten sights and muffled screams, All that appears, but not what it seems, Desires torn, edges worn to unsteachble seams, Ah Love! could thou and I with fate conspire, To grasp this sorry scheme of things entire, Would not we shatter it to bits -- and then Re-mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire! Dhrubjyoti