I FOLLOWED

Into the slippery silence she walked,

The walk seemed to be endless.

And in captivity of her elegance, I followed.

Now into the woods she deviated,

Engulfed into the darkness she made her way.

And in captivity of her charm, I followed.

The blackness was tough,

Yet not enough to beat down her radiance,

And in captivity of her grace, I followed.

A subtle, unreal lament encumbered me,

She quit her robe in the cold night.

And in captivity of her temptation, I followed.

The tall spruce seemed divine,

With their boughs bestowed upon us.

And in captivity of her fragrance, I followed.

She stopped and I did too,

She turned to me with teary eyes.

And in captivity of her blue eyes, I followed.

I soaked her tears and watched motionless,

She turned away and departed.

And in captivity of her innocence, I followed.

Nearing the cliff, on its edge she stood.

She gave me one last glance and let go herself.

And in captivity of her love, I followed.

-Karan Ghosh

SCENE OF A NIGHT

The calm and the lush green lawn

Is moaning at the advent of the dawn

It hates to see the light

Overcomming the haunted night

Theres no way to delay

The arrival of the day

The past night will never be back again

Neither will this world ever see such men

The wind is lost in this thought-

"Was there a way to avoid the battle fought?"

The helpless damsels are crying,

As in their arms, their beloved is dying.

The battleground is soaked in blood.

As earlier it was, yet in clay and in mud.

The corpse of the dead will forever live,

In the midst of the primitive.

To the enchanted souls and their death knell,

Bids the silent morning- A farewell.

Prayers for the dead will be sent above,

In the honour of their maidens' love.

The memory of the people will hold tight

Onto this scene of a night.

-Karan Ghosh

NEVER AGAIN

The pain remained concealed in her blue eyes

She was donning a masquerade of comfort

She used her warmth as deciet

Her love was so forceful that I lay helpless

Had I known that this was the very last time

It would'nt be the same

I have hot tears in my eyes

When I recall her silken tresses

That she flung to my face so often

I help her arm and it was warm

Warm, as warm as her love for me

And then kissed her under the haunts of the nightsky

The songbird sang to us

The song seemed to be the sweetest ever heard

But it was my obfuscation to find it sweet

With each chirp of the songbird

My beloved was nearing her end

The song was not in honour of her grace but her demise

With the closing night we closed our eyes

When I woke I had her sleeping besides me in the splendid moors

But she was never to wake.. Never again.

-Karan Ghosh

LAMENTATIONS

In the deafening silence,
Lamentations of the forlorn
Could be heard.

She let loose her auburn tresses
And the winds fiddled.

The moon beat down the stone,
The gleam though emanated 
From her cold, cold face.

Engulfed in a sorrow, 
Our eyes crossed to meet.

Helplessness unconcealed in dampness

Her robe fluttered to me...

There she stood- daintily

Elegance before my timid dignity.

Amid the roar of quiet, 
Nothing to be said
Just and only but to hear.

Her limbs reached 
Out to soak my tears.

I wanted to return the favour

But she rendered a comfort,
One that I couldn't leave.

My face in her cold, cold hands
Lost somewhere in an eternity

-Karan Ghosh