What's life for ?

What's life for ?

Life for a special occasion.

Which could be full of dramatization.

it could be depressive

or joyful as well.

Aims could be different

But the conclusion should be fun.

Some people live life enormously while

some live like snails.

Life could be prosperous for some

While a burden for others.

Life could be a heaven divine or could

be same as living hell.

So what's life for?

Let the prosperity outshine the

darkness.

Let the positivity finish 

every negativity.

Let your life full of joy.

And throw away every single sorrow.

So, what's life really for ?

Life is a beautiful playground in which we

are just like kids.

If one falls then another helps him to

stand.

Life is a enormous cycle of dependence.

But don't keep depending on others

Create your own path

which others will follow.  

Blood bound

I can hold my breathe 

And commit to death

I can hold my heart 

And vow it to you 

I can close my eyes 

And promise to see

But my blood bound organs 

They may not agree.  

                                       -Shayan sengupta

Strange dreams

I've dreamed about you a lot

recently 

you were talking and walking again

like the way used to be.

Is it only me,

or are you trying to say something ?

you've lost the ability,

and prison is the form of your now

harsh reality.

I didn't want to wake up all too soon,

knowing I'd cry again.

When will god ever spare the pain?

They all say those dreams could mean 

anything,

Yet now I'm too afraid to think.

Strange dreams,

don't confuse me.

I'm already  perplexed by reality.

Are you predictions of the future that be,

or a warning sign of what I might not

like to see?

Either way,

I'll still have to face every possibility.

This silence is killing me

This silence is killing me 

oh my dear 

hear this clear.

Why have you forgotten me,

Why must it be my soul that bleeds..

Once I knew this girl,

Let her in my world,

She smiled and made me so happy,

Then stopped it all and never got back

at me,

This silence is killing me

I wrote her many times,

Still I got no replies.

Not a single word,

Was I that unheard,

I poured out my soul to her,

Still nothing now my mind still stirs,

No reply

Nothing

This silence is killing me. 

Thought I loved you

Sometimes I wish you were here 

And that's why there is a falling tear

I can't believe I loved you

I can't believe you thought I did too.

That wasn't for real 

I now wish I couldn't feel 

I used to wonder if it would last

But now, it's too late

I am so gone and we are so done 

I can't do this 

I wish I went back to the first kiss 

I knew something was wrong 

I dragged it on too long

I swear I didn't use you

But you might have too

I don't know 

This was probably all just a show 

It's finally at it's fall

No more running for cover.

I miss you

I miss you more than 

words can describe,

I miss you more now that 

You're not in my life.

I miss you more than the 

skies are blue,

I miss you more than the 

world is true.

I miss you "oh" so much

Can't you see,

I miss you so much

but now you are not with me 

I miss your smile, your laugh

and your corny jokes,

I even miss your smell and 

your sense of style,

I miss how you used to 

get all bug- eyed.

I miss your voice  and the 

sweetness when you sand,

I even miss when we used to fight

I miss you now more than anything.

I miss your hair and that

night we played truth or dare,

I even miss how you used to care,

i miss those days we would 

ride around.

Talk endless hours about being bound.

I miss how we used to play

fight with each other everyday.

I miss those long slow

kisses in the day,

How'd you cuddle with

me in every way.

I miss you now more than 

I can express 

I miss you and how you

used to impress.

I miss your eyes for 

now and when,

I'll miss you tell the time

is thin.

So typical

This is so typical, isn't this ?

There's a lot we often miss;

a vacant space to waste

daydreaming on easy, lazy days.

There are people we often take for granted 

Being busy has kept us separated.

Then we start freaking out when

It's time for them to go.

"please, stay" ! We often beg them so.

"Stay another day,

even if you still have to go away.

one more hug, one last kiss,

Just one final, momentary bliss?"

This is so typical, don't you think?

Oh, how many regrets and much

despair it brings.

Will there always be that little chance

for us to only repent and make amends?  

                                                            by Shayan Sengupta