Global Poet : Kaberi Mukherjee

Poetry by Kaberi Mukherjee

My Verse

What can I offer you this day, Sweetheart!
A poor wilted heart
Impassive, impregnable
Living with fistful of nostalgic reminiscences
Perhaps some broken pieces scattered all over
That might inflict you like shards!

Still, if you love me the way I’m
Accept me with all my despondence,
I shall give you some verses
That might gladden your soul
Liven up your days
Some are like night jasmine
To soothe your sleepless nights
A few might tell tales of that tender gal
Once lived in this frame of mine.
O’Dear! If you get to hear
Do let me know,
Overjoyed I shall be
For I lived a life once
With gladness and bliss in abundance.

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Stop By Me!

Stop by me for sometime,
Listen to my story once!
Yes! It tells of heartaches.
You can read my verses too
They tell some stories, true;
You might learn something,
Some experiences you might earn, if nothing,
You might get some solace,
Your weariness might assuage.

I live on those distant hills
No, no perhaps by the rock
Beside the stream
Sometimes in that tiny hamlet
Amidst those happy faces
For I lost mine long back
But I don’t want to live in flashback
So I wander here-and-there
To weave them in verses with great care.

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By The Sea

My unruly thoughts drag me,
To the seashore
Waves thrashing on the sand
They take me with them
I float with them, like a dead man
Going up and down.
I can’t swim, still ain’t engulfed
I could feel my garb
Wet and puffed up
For the water went inside
Waves lashing my face
I ask them, ‘Are you playing with me,
Or putting me through pain?’
The sea smiles
Perhaps, I’m too tiny a being
To be answered.
The water enters my eyes
My lips get bruised
Yet I ain’t pained
The masochism in me enjoying
The torment.

My tiny being blends
With the unfathomable, vast sea.

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Tired Of Growing Old

O’ life! I’m tired of growing old
Tired of seeing your mysteries unfold
I wanna go back to those early days
Exhausted I’m finding the way out of the maze.
The initial days, I started toddling
And fell again and again
It was fine though
Now I’m stout and tall
And not always I fall
Still, I regret a lot
For the fall isn’t always physical
And there’s none to hold my hand.

Those starting years,
When I communicated a few words
And blabbered day in and out
It hardly made sense, though loved by all
Now every word I’ve to weigh
Some truths might break some hearts
And some men though not liked
Yet a synthetic smile I’ve to wear.
Yes, I’ve to be wary of enrobing myself
Some attires might reflect my inner self
O’ life! I’m tired of growing old
Tired of seeing your mysteries unfold.
I wanna go back to those early days
Exhausted I’m finding way out of maze.

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Dance of life

Dance, Oh grieving heart
Keep aside your baggage of hurt
Enjoy this hour of merriment
Till soul resides in this tenement.

Let’s dance to the swaying of trees
Let’s dance to the humming of bees
Let’s dance to the glittering shower
Let’s dance to radiant mayflower.

Let’s dance to the streaking rainbow
Let’s dance to the fields of mellow.
Let’s dance on the shore in full moon
And deliver all oddities into oblivion.

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