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Those Eyes

noreply@blogger.com (Rhea Banerjee) — Tue, 07 Apr 2009 10:46:00 +0000

Those eyes had been my guide.

Those eyes had been my light.

Those eyes had held love for me,

Which disappeared all in a night.

Where I go wrong?

How did I end up here?

What made me deceive those beautiful eyes –

Had it only been fear?

I remember when

Those eyes had looked away from me,

Filled with a deep hurt.

The hurt had then changed to anger,

And my guiding light had disappeared.

Yes, it had been my fault –

I know this today.

But what’s done is done now,

To him I have nothing left to say...

-Rhea. B

29.03.09

Silence

noreply@blogger.com (Rhea Banerjee) — Tue, 07 Apr 2009 10:40:00 +0000

It’s a lazy, lonely, new day.

I seem to be the only one

Who’s awake...

It’s quiet.

Still.

Not a sound.

Not even a bird’s chirp,

In the background.

The sun is still asleep –

Hiding behind a blanket of clouds.

I lie on my bed

Waiting for a sound,

Any sound,

To let me know

That it is just another normal day.

But all I hear is a deathly silence.

Where is everybody?

-Rhea. B

15.03.09

Fear

noreply@blogger.com (Rhea Banerjee) — Tue, 07 Apr 2009 08:07:00 +0000

I look around this confined space,

And I feel frightened all of a sudden.

Where did the comfort, the hope, the calm go?

Why am I looking for an escape now?

I feel the warmth ebbing away,

And I desperately try to clutch at it.

But it’s gone now, vanished, disappeared,

As though it never did exist.

I try to comfort myself, like I always do,

But this time even that does not work.

I’m looking for an escape, a way out of this nightmare,

But I feel that it won’t come.

The stress envelopes me, choking me,

The pressure pounds on my head.

Too much is expected of me –

Too little I seem to give.

Torturous thoughts keep running through my mind,

Making my heart wrench in fear.

I sit back and close my tired eyes,

Willing myself to calm down.

I sit for what seems like hours on an end,

Waiting patiently.

I wait for this twisted fear to leave my soul,

To leave, and never return.

At long last, I feel my resolve strengthen.

My mind clears.

A divine peace settles on me.

And I know now what to do.

-Rhea. B

30.12.08

Death

noreply@blogger.com (Rhea Banerjee) — Tue, 07 Apr 2009 07:08:00 +0000

“You are my bride,” Death snarled one night,

And hence you will do as I say.”

I shivered in fear, staring into his cold eyes,

Knowing I had no escape.

He leaned down and whispered in my ear,

Telling me what to do.

Hearing his words made me gasp in shock,

And stare at him with hate in my eyes.

He sent me up to the surface of earth,

And guided me to the house.

I walked - my feet making no sound -

Towards the open door.

I went over to the sleeping form,

And tears jumped into my eyes,

For there lay the most beautiful girl,

No older than a few years.

I woke her with a gentle shake,

And she sat up to stare at me.

She seemed to know who I was,

For she stood up, looking determined.

I took her with me, back to Death,

Who snatched her away with impatient hands.

I turned away, my eyes shut tight,

For I knew what was coming next.

A few seconds later I heard her shrieks,

Coming from down below.

A single sob escaped my throat,

As my dead heart grieved for the girl.

She now came out, followed by Death,

Who had a triumphant snarl on his face.

Her eyes were dead now, just like mine,

And her once beating heart stood still.

She looked at me with those lifeless eyes,

And it made my still heart wrench in pain.

Death saw the pain in my eyes,

And laughed softly, coldly.

He leaned down to whisper, again, in my ear,

“You are my bride. You will do as I say.”

I shut my eyes in a different kind of pain –

The pain of knowing that this would never end.

-Rhea. B

15.12.08

Revelation

noreply@blogger.com (Rhea Banerjee) — Sat, 13 Dec 2008 07:58:00 +0000

I stood on my balcony,

Looking up at the sky,

Up at the beautiful moon

Who was shining so bright.

She smiled gracefully down at me,

Erasing all my worries.

It filled me from head to toe

With a divine and serene calm.

Her sons and daughters, the beautiful stars,

Stood by their mother, twinkling merrily.

They seemed to be playing a silent game with me,

And I played along, smiling gently.

It was in this perfect moment,

While I was surrounded only by beauty,

That I felt that everything would be alright;

That everything would work out eventually for me.

The moon seemed proud of my newfound revelation,

For she beamed, brighter than before.

The stars, sensing their mother’s happiness,

Twinkled and danced even more.

I walked back into my room,

Satisfied with everything I had.

I laid my head down on my soft pillow,

Knowing life couldn't be so bad.

-Rhea. B

13.12.2008

Reminiscence

noreply@blogger.com (Rhea Banerjee) — Wed, 19 Nov 2008 15:35:00 +0000

The tears have dried up now,

But my heart is still heavy.

I think of the past, when

Life seemed so easy.

How I long for those years now,

When we were young and carefree;

When all problems and fights revolved

Around stolen dolls and learning ABC.

When did life stop being so easy?

When did we stop laughing all day?

When did we start caring so much

About what others have to say?

I sit and ponder over these thoughts,

I know not what to do.

How do I learn to live again,

And start everything anew?

The only thing that keeps me going

Is the promise of hope in the air.

All I have to do is move on now,

And try not to care...

-Rhea. B

18.11.2008

Falling Apart

noreply@blogger.com (Rhea Banerjee) — Wed, 12 Nov 2008 15:39:00 +0000

Okay, this is a recent poem I came up with. Actually, it's more of a song, and it's from a guy's perspective. I actually wrote this for a story, but I decided to put it up here as well, as another poem of mine.

Baby, I know I was the one who left you,
But that didn't mean I stopped loving you too.
Girl, all I needed was a little time,
Tell me, was that such a terrible crime?
But baby, you had to go and break my heart,
And now I'm completely falling apart.
Why do you do this to me?
Why can't you just let me be?

You made a promise to me, your face aglow,
That you would never leave me, never let go.
I thought we'd have a future to look to,
And maybe one day we'd be saying, "I do."
But baby, you went and broke my heart,
And now I'm completely falling apart.
Why do you do this to me?
Why can't you just let me be?

What went wrong? What did we miss?
How did it all come down to this?
Now comes the hard part, where I move on,
Breaking what we had, our beautiful bond.
Oh baby, why did you go and break my heart?
Don't you see how completely I'm falling apart?

-Rhea. B
10.05.2008

A Silver Jubilee of Memories

noreply@blogger.com (Rhea Banerjee) — Thu, 10 Jul 2008 10:42:00 +0000

It's all those memories that count-
The happy and the sad ones,
The pleasant and the unpleasant,
That build the foundation of your marriage.

It's all those memories that count-
From the small things, like
Cheering Dad up by poking and teasing him,
Or nursing Mum when she falls sick;
To the bigger things, like
Helping each other out in times of crisis,
Or being the first to apologize after a big fight-
These are what make your marriage work.

It's all those memories that count-
The subtle things you do for each other, everyday,
Without asking for any repayment-
These are the memories that count,
That keep your love alive.

It's all those memories that count-
All those times when you look ready to eat each other alive,
Or when you argue over the silliest things;
And all those other times,
The times that count,
When you seem like the perfect couple.

So, through all these years
Of loving, laughing,
Fighting, and forgiving,
It will always be love that matters,
And it will always be the memories that count.

-Rhea. B
07.07.08
(On my parent's anniversary)

Letter

noreply@blogger.com (Rhea Banerjee) — Sun, 27 Jan 2008 16:09:00 +0000

It's a bright new day.
I haven't slept all night long,
And my whole body aches to sleep.
But I cannot do so.

My eyelids feel heavy,
But I cannot close them.
Something's keeping me awake,
But I know not what it is.
I drag myself out of bed,
Searching for clues around the house.
I search all day long,
But nothing triggers a mental reaction.

Then the doorbell rings-
It's a postman holding a letter for me.
It's a letter from him.
I take the letter and rip it open,
Eager to read his familiar handwriting.

He talks of his life at the border,
The flurry of activities, the constant threat of war.
He says he has made many friends,
Friends who would die for each other.
Then he tells me not to worry about him,
Because he's not letting me go anytime soon.
He tells me again how much he loves me,
How much he misses me.
He ends his letter with the words,
"Don't worry, love. I'm coming home soon."

I read the letter about a hundred times in my bed,
Running my fingers over the words,
Memorizing them.
Then, smiling, I fall into a peaceful sleep.

-Rhea. B

15.11.07

Memories

noreply@blogger.com (Rhea Banerjee) — Sun, 27 Jan 2008 15:58:00 +0000

Remember the time when you ruined my hairdo,

And got shouted at by my mother?

You had to take a comb and fix my hair,

Just as it was before.

You had no idea what you had to do,

But still you attempted your best.

And even though I ended up looking like a poodle,

I appreciated your effort.

Remember the times you teamed up with my brother,

And teased me till I would cry?

I would bawl till someone came to attend to me,

And then shout at both of you.

Achieving that, my tears would mysteriously dry up,

And a smile would light my face.

Now even though the teasing, crying and complaining

Are old and forgotten habits,

Their memories continue to live in my mind,

Like faded photographs in an album.

I look at them when I’m bored,

I look at them when I’m depressed,

And I look at them now,

As I write you this poem.

-Rhea. B

08.11.07

(On my cousin bro’s birthday)

The Wind

noreply@blogger.com (Rhea Banerjee) — Thu, 05 Jul 2007 09:58:00 +0000

The wind swoops into my room,
Unseen and unheard.
I feel it rushing through my hair
And I smile sadly.

I want it to last all through the night,
Just so I won't feel alone.
I want it to sweep away all my worries,
And take them far, far away.
But that does not happen.

Sighing, I turn my head away from the wind,
Suddenly annoyed with it.
The wind, seeming to feel my annoyance,
Blows with renewed gusto.

It tries to catch my attention,
By making my hair fly about wildly.
Even more annoyed, I shut my windows,
Stopping the wind from entering.

Now the wind can be heard, banging against the windows,
Rattling the shutters noisily.
It bangs and howls for more than an hour,
Wanting to receive my attention.
Let it howl and rage all it wants,
I think bitterly, ignoring it.

Suddenly it stops, followed by a thick silence,
That fills the room, suffocating me.
Puzzled with the sudden silence,
I get up and walk to a window.
I open it and peer outside,
Thinking that any moment the wind will be back.
But I'm wrong.

There's no trace of the howling wind,
That was threatening to break down my windows just minutes ago.
There's not even a gentle, soothing breeze to comfort me,
Just a deathly silence hanging in the air.

I shut the window, miserable and disappointed.
Then all I do is lie down and weep.

-Rhea. B
01.07.07

Control

noreply@blogger.com (Rhea Banerjee) — Thu, 05 Jul 2007 09:44:00 +0000

A few forced smiles,
A few forced laughs-
This is all she needs to convince them,
Convince them that everything is alright.

She's so cheerful on the outside,
So radiant and bright.
But only she feels the growing emotion,
The emotion of depression inside her.

This emotion threatens to take over,
Threatens to break her down.
But she thrusts it aside,
And buries it deep within herself.

Her eyes glisten with tears, now and then,
Tears that she tries to control.
They all believe its the trick of the light,
Not noticing that she's breaking into pieces inside.

She just wants to end it all,
End it and be free.
But she knows that that will be a coward's play,
And that life will get better one day.

Thus, she faces life and waits,
She waits for that day in her life,
That day when her eye's will not be glistening,
With tears and emotions ready to overflow.

-Rhea. B
16.03.07

Betrayal

noreply@blogger.com (Rhea Banerjee) — Wed, 14 Mar 2007 09:16:00 +0000

Every breath she'd taken had been for him,
He'd been her very reason for living.
But then he had walked away,
Leaving her with nothing at all to say.

He had promised her, with earnest eyes,
That he would never leave her alone.
But this promise he did not keep,
And he left her alone to sob and weep.

He had not given her a reason,
A reason for his betrayal.
He had packed up his things one early morn,
And, without a word, he had gone.

And after he left, she had wept all day,
She had wept for the man she loved.
They found her body one day, lying in the rain,
The cause of her death had been her unending pain.

He came to her funeral and wept quietly,
He wept for the girl he had once loved.
Even though he had moved on, and had met another girl,
He knew that she would always be a part of his world.

-Rhea. B
29.01.07

Life...

noreply@blogger.com (Rhea Banerjee) — Thu, 15 Feb 2007 10:25:00 +0000

I'm swimming in an ocean of confusion,
Wondering which way to go.
Should I go left, right or straight ahead?
Or should I just go back?

Now I'm standing on solid ground,
Thinking that I'm safe.
But then the ground starts shaking,
And I don't know where to go.
Should I go left, right or straight ahead?
Or should I just go back?

Maybe life is meant to be this way,
Maybe that's how I'm supposed to live-
Sometimes in an ocean filled with confusion,
Sometimes on shaky ground.
And when I'm confused or unstable,
I will ask myself these questions:
Should I go left, right or straight ahead?
Or should I just go back?

-Rhea. B
26.01.07

Midday Drowsiness

noreply@blogger.com (Rhea Banerjee) — Thu, 15 Feb 2007 10:08:00 +0000

The day passes by slowly,
The atmosphere heavy with drowsiness.
The house is quiet and still-
Everyone's asleep 'cept for me.
I tell myself to get out of bed,
But my body refuses to move.
The birds chirp cheerfully outside,
Contradicting with my mood.
The clock's ticking away on my nightstand,
But Time has come to a standstill.
Everyone's asleep- have I said this before?
I sigh as my mind refuses to work.
All I'm hoping now,
Is for a better tomorrow.

-Rhea. B
01.01.07

The New Year

noreply@blogger.com (Rhea Banerjee) — Thu, 15 Feb 2007 09:48:00 +0000

A new year has begun.
The sun seems to shine brighter,
And the day seems to be promising.
The taste of hope hangs in the air...

How easily we forget all the pain,
As the old year withers and dies.
We never remember all those sorrowful times,
We just look forward to the new year with eagerness.

Will this year bring a wave of hope?
Will we see a brighter future?
These are the questions that run in our minds,
While we celebrate the birth of a new year.

The first day of the year.
It brings a wave of laziness with it.
We make excuses to escape all forms of work,
And we sit back and relax all day.

People shouting, crackers bursting-
There's no time for sleep, a new year's begun!
We make resolutions, a hundred of them,
Not knowing if we can live up to them.

I look back at the previous year,
Which died just the day before.
I laugh, at all those stupid resolutions
That I'd made at the beginning of the year.
I'll surely make new ones this year,
And laugh again when this one dies.

-Rhea. B
01.01.07

No One Close Enough

noreply@blogger.com (Rhea Banerjee) — Fri, 10 Nov 2006 17:18:00 +0000

I have no one close enough;
Close enough to share.
All these mixed up emotions I feel,
Stay inside me.
I only use this pen and paper
To let it all out.

Anger, hatred, sadness and depression
Are all the emotions I feel right now.
The weather, even though its bright and sunny,
Seems dark and gloomy to me.

If only I could vent to someone,
If only I could share
With someone who was close enough;
Close enough to share.

But all these feelings stay bottled up,
And will not come out very soon.
For I have no one close enough;
Close enough to share...

-Rhea. B, 08.09.06

Hope [a shorter version]

noreply@blogger.com (Rhea Banerjee) — Mon, 04 Sep 2006 08:38:00 +0000

The little lonely girl sat by the window,
Watching the floating snow flakes outside.
Her eyes followed one particular flake,
That resembled a tiny angel.
She reached out to grab the little flake
And then brought it inside.
But when she opened her tiny hand,
All she saw was a drop of water.
A single tear escaped her eye,
Her lips trembled.
She felt as though her hope was gone,
Along with the little angel.

Today she sits by the open window,
Watching leaves flutter to the ground.
She reaches out to grab a little leaf,
That's shaped like a tiny angel.
Her face lights up with a blossoming smile,
For she knows that this time her hope will stay.
She gets up to put the leaf in a book,
Her hope back, her life restored.

-Rhea. B, 2006

Waiting....

noreply@blogger.com (Rhea Banerjee) — Mon, 04 Sep 2006 08:14:00 +0000

I wait so patiently, my breath held still,
I wait for three words from him that will change my life.
He gives me a lot of words to hear,
But none of them have a deeper meaning.
I'm only his friend, his pal and buddy,
But nothing more than that.
And it tears me up from inside,
That he does not want or need me.
My friends think that he's not right for me,
But I give no heed to their harsh words.
All I do is wait for those words,
Those three sweet words that will change my life.

-Rhea. B, 05.08.2006

On a Dark and Lonely Night

noreply@blogger.com (Rhea Banerjee) — Mon, 04 Sep 2006 08:04:00 +0000

On a dark and lonely night,
A stranger saw a beautiful horse
And went up to it to stroke its mane.
He whispered, "What are you doing here,
You great and beautiful beast?
Do you await someone
To mount thy bare back?
I hope that that someone is me
For I need a powerful beast
To take me back to my loved ones,
Otherwise I am stranded here.
So now I am mounting thee
For you have to take me
Back to my loved ones."
Saying so the stranger mounted the lovely horse,
And galloped away into the dark night.

-Rhea. B, 2005

The Spirits

noreply@blogger.com (Rhea Banerjee) — Mon, 04 Sep 2006 07:46:00 +0000

The wind blew on my face
As I stood in the middle of an empty field.
It was getting cold
But little did I care.
All I had to do was call the spirits.
And I did....

They came in huge gusts of wind
And it seemed to me as tho' they were whispering,
All at once, into my ear
Till I could bear it no more.

I shouted out a chant
But they did not go away.
Their whispers were becoming louder and louder,
And my chants were becoming softer and softer
Till I could barely speak...

Then, all of a sudden, everything went quiet and still,
Including me,
For I could talk no more and move no more.
All I could do was stare,
As I lay on the ground in my last moments,
Thinking of my family.
I thought of them till I could think no more,
As I felt a growing numbness
That reached my head and fogged my eyes.
And then, everything went black...

-Rhea. B, 2004

The Angel

noreply@blogger.com (Rhea Banerjee) — Mon, 04 Sep 2006 07:20:00 +0000

On a dark and wintery night,
On a night when there was no light,
I saw a breath-taking view.
I saw a beatiful angel-
An angel dressed in white,
An angel so very bright,
An angel full of light.

I looked at her beautiful and calm face,
And at her pure white gown made of lace.
She smiled at me as I drew nearer
And I returned the smile to the beautiful angel-
The angel dressed in white,
The angel so very bright,
The angel full of light.

I still had a few more steps to go,
A few more steps, to know
Why the angel had come to me.
But just as I reached her
There was a blinding flash of light;
And then, she was gone.
There was no trace of the beautiful angel-
The angel dressed in white,
The angel so very bright,
The angel full of light.

I woke to the melodious sounds of the birds,
A million birds saying a million words;
And then I knew that it was all a dream,
A beautiful dream that made me smile;
A beautiful dream of a beautiful angel-
An angel dressed in white,
An angel so very bright,
An angel, full of light.

-Rhea. B, 2004

The Flame

noreply@blogger.com (Rhea Banerjee) — Thu, 31 Aug 2006 10:42:00 +0000

The flame gave out a glowing warmth,
As it danced around in circles.
I stood there in its dancing shadow and watched in awe,
As it took control of my every thought.

Hypnotized by the dancing flame,
I stood there in its shadowy light.
And as it flickered and breathed its last,
I stood there, miserable and all alone.

We are much alike.
When we are happy, we dance around
And give out a glowing warmth.
But when we are enveloped in a blanket of sadness,
We become cold and uncaring,
Like an unwelcome wintery night.

-Rhea. B, 2004

Power of Love

noreply@blogger.com (Rhea Banerjee) — Thu, 31 Aug 2006 10:31:00 +0000

The wind blew across my face,
Filling me up with hopes and dreams.
The rain splattered on the ground,
Washing my pain away.
Mother Nature herself came down to me,
And placed her palm on my cheek.
The feather-like touch of her gentle palm,
Relieved my stress and sorrow.
And out of the gloom of this dark night,
Came a ray of blinding bright light.
This, I knew, was the light of hope,
This was the light of a life renewed.
The pieces of my life rejoined again,
And at last I knew the cause of my happiness.
It was, of course, the power of love...

-Rhea. B, 05.08.2006

My Best Friend

noreply@blogger.com (Rhea Banerjee) — Thu, 31 Aug 2006 10:18:00 +0000

Now this is a girl you should get to know;
She can be the sweetest friend, or the deadliest foe.
Riding bikes is her one passion,
And being a tomboy is more of her fashion.
Football- man! She's crazy about it;
If she doesn't play it, she's sure to throw a fit!

The most she could do to a guy is be his best friend-
This is her motto and her trend.
She loves to dance, rap and sing,
But dancing in public is not her thing.
She can be so shy when she's talking to a guy,
But no guy will ever make her sigh.
"Love is not worth it."-this is what she says;
She and love surely go separate ways.

Animated movies- now this makes her happy;
She likes no movies that are sad or sappy.
Her choice of music includes rap and rock;
She likes to laugh, and loves to talk!

We've been best friends for four long years now,
And we'll continue to be so- of this I vow.

-Rhea. B, 01.06.2006