Last night...today morn…

To the rage of thunderstorm I awoke.
Way past midnight, but hours before the sun would rise.
I brushed my hair aside, rubbed my eyes,
Peeped through slightly parted curtains,
To see a light, inviting, shower outside.
I wore my flip-flops and took off,
To be one with nature.

I love walking in the rain, to cry while walking in the rain,
So I can detox from my body all the pain,
Yet not let anyone know of the same,
That I cried in the rain.
Then tears mixed with raindrops,
Wash down to the ground,
To seek shelter under the veil of 'Goddess Ops'.

But, I went out last night…today morn…
Just to take a walk, not to mourn.
To celebrate life and the new sun,
Which promises a new day, a new conundrum.
I sat on the wet slushy ground,
Watching the sky adorn herself with dabs of purple.
No longer is it last night…it is today morn…

Copyright © Ambalika Banerjee, 2006

[In the last year and a half, two of my very good friends died. One committed suicide, the other died of jaundice. I wrote this this poem for the both of them. They should know that they are in my prayers every single day. I also hope that all my friends always be safe and healthy.]

Rest.in.Peace

It haunts me now,
To think that you were a part of my life.
It haunts me now,
That you aren’t anymore.
It haunts me now,
That no matter how badly I want you back,
You’re gone forever.
You don’t live with your smiles or eyes.
You’re the wind that blows,
You’re the river that flows.
You’re the flower that blooms,
You’re the blazing fire’s fumes.
You’re the song of a bird,
You’re my every word.
You’re the laughter of a child,
You’re the nature, so wild.
You’re all around me,
still I miss you.
I miss talking to you.
When we were continents apart,
We were in touch.
Now you’re in everything I see,
Yet so far away.

Now no one calls everyday to ask me how I am.
Now no one takes my side, no matter what.
How will I go on like this?
Smiles no longer seem real, even though they might be,
My vision is blurred from all the tears,
Please come and wipe them for me,
Or I beg you to come and take me with you

Now not just my eyes, but my heart bleeds too.
Come back and take me with you,
Or stay a li’l longer and just help me through.

Copyright © Ambalika Banerjee, 2006

[This is a poem written by my good friend Jaishree or as I call her JJ. I thank you JJ, for being there, being there when i really needed a shoulder to cry on, for being there when i needed a friend, for being there when i was so sad and suicidal.. thanks JJ for just being there.]

Oh! My darling friend..

Why do you weep my darling friend,
in stony silence?
What happened my darling friend?
It isn’t worth your dew drop tears,
Thou shall not weep my darling friend, I beseech thee.

Recognise thy enemy my darling friend,
as sharp as thorn bushes.
For your ally my darling friend,
turned upon you sly.

Oh! My darling friend, my darling friend,
Do not cry for evil outside.
Thou art too sweet my darling friend,
Surrounded by bright light.

Do not let the dark light, my darling friend,
Engulf your angel heart.
Look around my darling friend,
For people who care about you.

In this circle of life, my darling friend,
Do not shy away from evil.
Face it! My darling friend,
with your inner strength.

You know it, my darling friend,
deep in your heart,
You are too precious to cry over betrayal,
Oh! My darling friend.

~Jaishree