Trap

Those blue eyes
which she once appreciated
taught her love and hate

It was sharp and steep
like a trap
and she fell on the ground
wounded and hurt

She slept day and night
couldn't count the countless time
missed classes and sent a letter of regret
with full of guilt...

She lost all her strength
couldn't live at her cozy place
walked side by side with her friend
In a November night
and sobbed while sipping a cup of coffee

Those blue eyes
which were once warm and alive
slowly turned out to be COLD and DEAD. 

 Kolkata, West Bengal

She

She never knew what poetry is or could be
She just cooked food
             cleaned house
thought how to make some money
so that she can run her family.

Now she got me;
who was aberrant and weird
half-mad most of the time
passionate and uncontrolled
intense and insane

She got someone 
whom she never understood
As she never understood this insane "me"
She never understood poetry and love. 

Kolkata, West Bengal.

Flower Girl

I know I won't be that BIG
                        or that GREAT;

I will just pick a bunch of tulips
and sell those
in this tall city that never sleeps.

Kolkata, West Bengal.