i me myself......

the strings of my guitar still lie broken, waiting for my fingers to play over them. to play a tune to make forget, the nights when my pillow stayed wet. the tunes you hummed with your hand in mine, those moments of the rhythmic divine. the whispering of those lyrics in my ear, no matter how much I try, brings a numb cold tear outta my eye. and when words fail to come, the lines are lost. the fingers so numb, like deep in frost, the strings of my guitar still lie broken, waiting for my fingers, to again play over them, to make a tune, to reach deep into your heart.                                                                                                Sabyasachi

there's a voice in my head surrounded by the screams so loud my thoughts they disappear amidst the dirt of the crowd people's soul burn to ashes they hide behind those masks their faces going ashen the memories of the past still endure the dump the living souls deal with hiding behind the tears of a clown are the reward of the fleet of bodies resting in peace beneath their feet if you think this is a story by the way I describe it you better open your eyes and see the road you walk on thinking to be the path of glory leads to some other tomb with your name engraved over it sabyasachi...

“NOT A TOURIST, A TRAVELLER. . .” “I’m not a teacher: only a fellow-traveller of whom you asked the way. I pointed ahead- ahead of myself as well as you.” -          George Bernard Shaw.                              Darjeeling, 2012. The days of my tour in the small town left me with innumerous memories. The special breakfast at Keventer’s, the lunch at Debby’s place, the breathtaking shots at “Das Studio” kept for display, Satyajit Ray famous “Nepal Curio Shop” window shopping, and the stoning sessions with Ari in the bathroom of the hotel (as we were warned of the risk of smoking up in the rooms, and we didn’t want to get butt kicked out), the church, the hills, and almost every possible place where we could have, we did.             ...

it's getting so closed in here where are you? want to run into your arms want to run away from here where are you? it's getting so cold and dark the roads I walked are getting old want to hold your hands and walk the same road again where are you? lost my strength to trust to believe in what I see around want to cry on your palm all night where are you? there is a deep cry  that I am holding within a scream so loud want to whisper it to you where are you? want to become a kid again want to cry when my toys broke want to breathe free lying on your lap want to sleep for a while where are you? want to feel secure the same way want to be hugged the old way may I have become a man now still I am looking for you all around miss u ma, baba where are you? missing home.........                                               ...

it seems like a mysterious way for what I do to render my stay for the willing struggle to live in the things I do in which I believe for the run of life that I desire to win with the faith and strength that lies within until all the colors turn down to grey it all seems like a mysterious way when the immature heart begins to dream till the truth and reality pulls out a scream and then the broken dreams go back to yesterday it all seems like a mysterious way from the giggles on being lifted in the air to stumbling and falling hard on the ground and then again the smile on lifting a young one the same way it all seems a mysterious way the mystery of life and living to the mystery of last sleep and demise it all has abounded pathway but still, it all seems a mysterious way...                                           @sabyasachi

i sit by the seashore knowing not where to go i write my name on the sand and then watch it wash away i see the sun rising into a pearl white glow i stand beside a river with a bridge above my head i see its shiny lights quiver on the silent water bed i lie beside a mountain and try to touch the sky i wish to run away somewhere far from the world's lies i wanna pace through the green fields with a tear in my eye i slow down to catch my breath standing beside a young tree this is how i want... ......        how i want to feel free....                              @sabyasachi