Aritra Chakrabarti

When you hold me, When you scold me, And you mould me, I am numb. When I cry hard Like some retard, Just tears to discard I am numb. When you hit me, When you pit me, When you fit me In your can; And you beat me Always treat me As if I am A piece of ham, I am numb. Custom-made to serve you well, Never paid to serve you well, Hardly fed to serve you well, I am numb.

So late into the night, A pale yellow light, The room is all so gloomy. The sorry wreck of myself Perched on the chair, Hitting some notes On the faithful old guitar. The fingers find their way To the chords that may Drive in some fun. But the melancholy minors Are always there to  stay. Oh! A fire-fly! What a delight! Full of it’s happy light… Near the corner of the room It sits down to rest, Spreading its light all along.  I partake of the happiness And the guitar responds With such vigour and joy That the gloom of the room Seems like misty history. The fire-fly starts feeling restless. So much of joy… So hard to contain… Its job is done. It has made me feel so good. Now it can leave And spread the mood around. It takes off, hovers in the air, Goes higher, takes a swing… And oh!!The cruel blade- The return-gift from humanity… It drops down on the table, Its light slowly fading out… I keep ...

Yes we are all the same. All of us play a nasty game. We all lack the basic shame. What is there in a name? Life is but a frozen frame. We just seek the slightest scope To poke an old fool for a stale old joke. We all seek a heap of money And a soft and smiling little honey.  Just praying on Sundays doesn’t make you sunny.   I am you And you are he Look at the mirror And say “We three”. You will know that nobody’s free. But you are good and I am bad ‘Coz you are sad and I am glad. You will feel that I am mad. But I am a healthy, balanced lad Singing, “Life is nothing but a fad”.

When I looked into your eyes, I could see the pain. And I could tell That I was the cause of it. But I know myself too well. I could not apologise. I could not sacrifice that Inflated ego of mine. I knew that the fault was mine. But I was too proud Or maybe too scared To admit that I could be wrong. I let you leave without a word. I tried and I tried But the words did not come. I saw the last turn that you took. Slowly you faded away Into the distance- Far, far away… Too far for me to get you back. The distance was created long back. But this feeling was so new. Maybe I could still make amends. But I stood numb as you le ft.