Poetry: Sangeeta Banerjee

Sangeeta Banerjee

DREAM DROPS

For one drop the soul is a raging sea,
A drop may fall for one night’s beauty.
The moons and stars are burnt in fire,
A drop will fall for me to admire...
A drop will bow to Khaleesi and her dragon,
A drop shall sing the dark night’s dawn...
A drop will fall when the Old Man floats on the Sea...
A drop is falling when I make another shell for me.
Dylan’s Rolling Stone may crave for a drop,
And for an eternal question Prufrock will stop...
A drop will let Rachel and Ross fight...
And the Sia in my heart will cry Chandelier in delight...
A drop shall wash the shell remaining shady...
Until I become Lightfoot’s Inspiration Lady...
The eyelids move as I become the sunbeam...
Let that drop decide if I am a vision or a dream.

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A POET’S STORY

Breaking of faces, all faces smiled...
Such is a poet’s story, innocent and beguiled...
Shades of love, versions of hatred...
Finally I fly high, I smash the thread...
The postman runs, the letter is torn...
I smile with freedom; I leave the world forlorn...
Beauty is unknown, the beasts are tamed...
The soul has flown, the shells have remained...
Music brings memories, music brings rain...

But music can never be a poet again...
Bring me that rain where I scream and shout...
I brought that rain where I finally move out...
Breaking of faces, all faces smiled...
Such is a poet’s story, innocent and beguiled...

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ONE SECOND SECRETS

For one second we break...for one moment we make...
For one second you look...for one moment I die...
For one second beauty weeps...the stars cry...
Just one second it takes to break the trust...
For one moment the carriage of life stops...
That one second when our masks disappear...
Just one second when we part forever...
Just one second when we meet again...
Perhaps you are misfit...perhaps I am fine...
Perhaps you are happy with your secrets...
May be I am happy with mine...
Still I shall greet you with a smile...
Still I shall stare at you for a while...
For those secrets coloured...
For those memories... yours and mine...

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THE IDEAL

Earphones on a book...the clock strikes two...
The unfamiliar me...the unfamiliar you...
It takes one moment to make and fake...
It takes one second to let the ideal break...
Changes arrive with a wink...happily with a blink...
Let the facts dream...let the fictions think...
Reality rises...all dreams fade...
Colours of love...showers of hatred...
Beautiful is the different...the incomplete...
Unmask the unfought battle...win or defeat...
I shall count the stars again...in that ideal sky...
You float on the sea...let me fly high...
The crossroads, music, paintings...walk. sing, paint...
The canvas was there, but the story is different...

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