1 - Journey

Tripping, falling and rising.
Basically, what life is all about

But there is more to this journey,
Which makes us laugh, cry and shout.

Some moments of grief,
Some of pain.

Some moments of joy
And use of our witty brain.

That is not all,
There is even more to it.

Some moments of broken trust,
Some finding their one true love.

Yet, it has it's own special effects,
Perhaps in the form of an app or a best friend.

A journey that goes on life long,
With a little surprise at every end.

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Rajashree Sengupta
(6th May 2017)

2 - The Mountain Edge

Swinging my feet off the ledge,
I look over the mountain edge.

How deep is it?
Would it hurt a lot or just a bit?

Can it ache more than my heart?
Which is now shattered apart?

How will I ever face the world?
How will I ever get over Richard?

I have never been so insecure,
He has torn me apart to the core.

What would my family think?
Would they break our chaining link?

Would they accept me with my sorrow?
Would they be able to fill up this hollow?

I look down again,
Upset with all the questions in my brain.

Should I just end it all?
Give up and take the fall?

In my head, a voice mild,
Said - Think again, my child.

No, I can't just die!
No one will know about his lie!

I have to live again.

Punish him for this pain.

I will do justice to my heart,
No one will ever break me apart.

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Rajashree Sengupta
(6th May 2017)

3 - Blooming ||Haiku||

Among swaying grass
In the meadow of flowers,
Is a blooming rose.

Among the thick crowd,
Has been waiting to be heard,
A voice, not so loud.

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(First attempt in haiku)

Rajashree Sengupta
(8th May 2017)

4 - Into Her Eyes

As I look into her eyes,
I see the tears she has been holding back.

As I look into her eyes,
I see the struggles she has been through.

As I look into her eyes,
I see all the pains that she faced for me.

As I look into her eyes,
I see her heart, pure and holy.

As I look into her eyes,
I see her love, flowing in waves.

As I look into her eyes,
I see all that she sacrificed.

As I look into her eyes,
I see my love for her reflecting back at me, brightly.

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Happy mothers' day! Tribute to all the mothers out there. Thank you so much for being there for us. ♡

Love you all.

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Rajashree Sengupta
(14th May 2017)

5 - Boredom

Boredom.
Engulfing each and everyone.
In a world where everything is easy.
Everything is achievable.
But yet we're bored.

How do we fight?
How do we know what's right?
How do we not get bored?
How do we explore the unexplored?

Creativity.
That's what we need.
Learn new things!
That's what we require.
Be creative. Be learning.

Fight the boredom with a weapon.
Weapon consisting of -
Pen, paper,
Or paint, paintbrush,
Just what you want it to be.

Cause creativity is the only weapon,
To fight Boredom!

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Rajashree Sengupta
(25th May 2017)

6 - Insignificant

A person.
Alive and breathing today.
A smile on their face.
Or maybe a tear on the cheek.
But alive by the God's grace.

Then suddenly one day,
The heart doesn't beat.
Everything they had to say,
Locked away — unspoken.
Their body devoid of all the warm heat.

We are all insignificant,
Yet we have the power.
Power to bring a change,
Just by being yourself.
You've been given the empowerment.

There is a vast space and outer space,
It's still undiscovered.
But, we have the power,
To push our limits.
'Cause we have imaginations just like the universe — limitless.

So, buckle up,
It's time to change.
To oppose your insignificance.
To challenge the boundaries.
To get out of the zone of comfort.

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Rajashree Sengupta
(4th June 2017)

7 - The Perfectionist

This world has it's flaws.
Every man and woman do.
But yet I'm trying to make some laws,
To make them all perfect.

One day, strolling down the street,
I saw an old man,
Smiling widely at a burnt, withering tree.

Curiosity gripped me,
I asked -"Why are you smiling at the tree?"
With a wise smile on his wrinkled face,
He said,

"That tree, my child,
Is as old as me.
When I was young, it was mighty.
With fresh green leaves and a strong brown bark.
As I grew older, it became even mightier.
It seemed to be perfect.

Little did I know, that it was empty within.
Termites had made it hollow.
It was then that I realized, everything that looks perfect,
Is not, it's all just for show."

Frowning, I asked again,
"But why were you smiling?"
The old man chuckled at this question.

"Because, I, as a perfectionist, have been doing everything I could,
To heal the tree,
Feeding it with plenty of water,
But one thing I never understood.

All the green leaves that appeared,
Withered away in moments.
Until yesterday night,
It got burnt by the lightning strike.

I caught sight, of it's emptiness within,
And I smile, because I learned,
I could not change the course of nature from the way it had been."

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Rajashree Sengupta
(17th June 2017)

8 - Wild Flower

A tiny wild flower,
With unique beauty,
Has got the power,
To defeat the nature, mighty.

A puny human,
With a will too strong,
May fail again and again,
But will win to make what's right from it's wrong.

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Rajashree Sengupta
(16th July'17)

9 - Life Is Like A Rainbow

"Life is like a rainbow..
Isn't it?"

The little girl asked me.
A smile spread across her cheek.

"I'm afraid it's not, dear"
I thought I'd tell her.

But her big blue eyes were too innocent,
And her heart too fragile to be broken.

"It isn't a rainbow, I'd say.
It's more like the clouds, you see?"

I replied.
Her smile wavered, but again she smiled.

I knew she imagined the bright fluffy cotton candies floating in the sky,
Her mind was just too beautiful to think of the dark stormy nights!

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Rajashree Sengupta
(10th October 2017)

10 - The Cave beyond The Fall

Walking up the hill,
I imagined what lay beyond me.

I waited, and waited,
There was nothing I could see.

A gurgling rhythm swam in the air,
Making me know, we were close to the fall.

The clouds were descending into the valley,
A misty moisture covered us all.

Soon, I saw a swarm of men,
Gushing their tales of what they saw.

There was a fleet of stairs going down,
Where they all were coming up from.

Another fleet of stairs led to a balcony,
Looking down from which, you could watch the river flow!

I ran down the second,
And closed my eyes to listen..

To the peaceful rhythm,
The flowing stream made.

A moment later, I realized,
I was here to see the cave!

Drops of rain was starting to pour,
We had to hurry to take the tour.

The first fleet of stairs led down to the hollow,
Lit with colourful lights.

How magnificent and beautiful it was,
I can't seem to be able to describe.

It would be better to go during the day,
Because I'm sure it would be very scary at night!

Gripping our way through the slippery cave,
We heard ourselves wowing in delight.

There were cold drops of water inside the cave,
Which had given this hollow such a shape.

A hundred and fifty million years old,
This cave was unnoticed beyond the fall.

Until in 1807, a geologist,
Who wasn't just fooled by the beauty..

Looked beyond the mesmerizing water,
And discovered this hiding cavity.

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Rajashree Sengupta
(23rd October 2017)

11 - Non Believer

I didn't believe it to be possible!
Never did I see myself here.

Oh, I've been very reckless,
But, it's still quite unclear!

I don't understand the reason,
I don't understand my feelings.

I don't understand why,
They'd like me for me?

Yes, I always believed, 'being you',
Should be encouraged!

But never did I believe,
The world would really accept!

Oh, how much I've cried over this thought,
How many hours lost!?

The sudden confession took me by surprise,
I was shocked, would be how I'd describe.

Happy? Yes I was!
Confusion was bigger than that.

But then again, I did say - be you!
And somehow they liked me.

I am in an unknown territory,
Can't really explain this feeling.

Is it Joy or is it fear?
Both seem probable, still very unclear.

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Rajashree Sengupta
(20th September 2018)

12 - Heartfelt!

Fluttery butterflies filled me,
As I leaped forward towards the little meadow.
A beautiful flower, as I saw it to be,
Was hidden in the shadow.

I went towards it to take a closer look,
It was still waiting to bloom.
So, I waited and came back there with a book,
And chattered away to it about my merry and gloom.

One day, I decided to do the needful,
And picked the flower out the dark.
It must have been hurtful,
Because it soon lost it's spark.

I nurtured it and cared, as much I could,
But, the flower and I grew apart.
I narrated everything I felt as I thought I should,
And let the flower know the intent of my heart.

The flower was surprised, it didn't blossom for some more days.
But, there I stood, waiting for it again.

Finally, the flower said that it belonged in the woods,
Though it appreciated my heartfelt gesture, it could not bloom like I wanted,
And then fell silent again.

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Rajashree Sengupta
(1st October, 2018)

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