Shoumika Ganguli


WHO AM I?

I wanted to be a wanderer
But ended onto become an engineer
The unfathomed saga of destiny
Or a social malady

I am a perfect example of imperfection
But perfection is more of an incantation
I am a complicated answer to the easiest questions
Or am I a red-herring to mystery lessons

I am an embodiment of opposition
Or is it that people fail to see
I may be a weird ramification
That’s why we cannot see the end of a sea

I may be the pinnacle of infinity
But then it is unattainable
Or do I lack the vivacity
To retrieve the irretrievable

Am I a lone survivor of a battle?
Or is it just another fable
Am I the face of a faceless emotion?
Or are emotions pure contradictions

Am I a composer's sweetest symphony?
Or is it that I can’t make out the difference between great music and cacophony
Am I a dark mystery?
Or am I a repercussion to a revolt from the pages of history

After so many years of self confrontation
I fail to understand my demarcation.
May be human intellect never reads oneself
And so probably I can never be pellucid about myself.



LIFE AND DREAMS

A life full of miseries
Trying to find hidden treasures
Internal quest made me venture
Hidden corners of life beyond measures

But still bores deep in my heart
A story with unanswered moral
How human emotions torment and part
And turn dearest things lethal

The war between present and future
Dreams which are growing wings and some already flying
Life comes as the best preacher
To incorporate the feeling of vying

To separate dreams and reality
Stepping into both worlds for answers
I discovered the lost ray of light for practicality
Learning the most important answer at the end
That amongst all the biggest blunders
The unanswered are deciphered by life’s myriad thunders.
 


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