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Best Poems From
ANIRBIT MUKHERJEE
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The Voice
I was walking away from the mirror,
I was walking away from my shadow,
I wanted to fade away in terror,
I listened to my sky and its bellow..
It was an epiphany from within,
Born beyond my mortal self,
It was from a crescendo of hopes,
Which untill now had lead me nowhere.
I heard a voice,
As if from the mirror but floating from far away,
A quaint music from far way lands settled into my flute,
A clear dictum set in sincere tune,
A verdict in the winds of the lonely afternoon
Floating down the rolling hill and valleys,
A voice that tore,
through the quagmires of insecurities,
A voice that rebuilt,
the forlorn mansion of reason.
A voice that supported,
the despondent recluse.
I walked back to the mirror,
The echoes of that voice still resonate,
As I walk on this dreary path,
The voice sings on its own accord,
And I walk along, And I walk on.
The voice sings on.
Anirbit Mukherjee
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Uncertainty.
Every time i think that this is the destination,
Everytime i think that this is the end....of my search,
Everytime i think that this is here to stay,
Life reminds me that its all a mirage that i see.
This time around i again thought,
That this is here to stay,
But only to realize in a short while,
That life is far from such assurances.
That this might all be transient,
That this might again be a visitor in the inn of life,
By the side of this long road on way to nowhere.
That a candle lit in my darkness to burn for a few moments,
And then vaporize as if it was never there.
The quaint tune that floated down the hills,
Might just stop to play oneday,
Leaving the vaccuum of existence silent as before.
This stage is set for the ballad,
That might never be played at all,
But the echoes of the rehearsals and the forlorn decorations,
Shall tell of the earnest efforts of the playwright.
Can the playwright try to get it staged again?
Anirbit Mukherjee
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