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Farewell and Fare Thee Well

Posted by thebengali on August 17, 2017 in Self, The Arts, Poetry |2 Comments

My life is winding itself down And I know my time is coming soon I have been blessed to have lived such a meaningful life I have been blessed to know so many people But I won’t be here any more I have done all I wanted and more I have no regret or desires […]

Ansh

Posted by thebengali on August 13, 2017 in Poetry, Self, The Arts |No Comments

The parts of me I had locked away. Are they still alive? Still breathing? Are they still Me? And the parts of me that I lost along the way? The ones I abandoned? The ones I hated? The ones I loved too much for my own good? The ones that left me? The ones that I […]

The Lines Have Blurred

Posted by thebengali on March 4, 2017 in Learning, Mountain Walking, Poetry, Self, Society, The Arts |No Comments

The Lines have Blurred The Blurs have Lines And somewhere therein Lies Life. Boundaries, Rules, Grays, Rights. It’s all a bit Black but White Hell yeah, that’s Heaven I see In every single moral victory But then I see, And I see again The Moral seems a-moral from Here But Here is Here And When […]

I Will Take Affection

Posted by thebengali on February 20, 2017 in Learning, Poetry, Self |No Comments

I will take affection where I get it. I will take love from whomever gives it. I will eat food at whichever hearth offers it to me. I will accept respect, advice, wisdom, quality, support Any Time, Anywhere from Any Source – And be grateful for it all. A life time is all I have […]

Across The Sea, Water

Posted by thebengali on February 17, 2017 in Learning, Nature, People, Poetry, Self, Society |No Comments

You cross the Sea And need a drop of Water to Live If You are Child of God And I am Child of God Can a Religion Separate Us? If You are Child of God And I am Child of God But I am Black or Brown Am I less of a Child of God? […]

The Anatomy of Sadness

Posted by thebengali on December 21, 2016 in Learning, Nature, Poetry, Self |No Comments

It is a debilitating feeling that is clinging to me Making me inert, rendering me unstrong. I find myself in a languid state of unravelling The pace of unravelling so slow That I am not falling apart nor alarmed But am suspended in between action and inaction Between melancholy and dispair Between life and the […]

When My Eyes Can’t See

Posted by thebengali on December 21, 2016 in Nature, Poetry, Self |No Comments

When my eyes can’t see I’ll still be able to smell and hear and feel And my eyes will see without seeing When my ears can’t hear I’ll still be able to smell and feel And my eyes will be seeing without seeing And so my ears will hear through them When my sense of […]

Nobody is Listening

Posted by thebengali on December 21, 2016 in Learning, Poetry, Self, Society |No Comments

Silence. Cacophony. Silence. Chaos, din, noise. Clutter, clatter, incessant chatter. No respect, no structure, no coherence. Just noise. Defeaning noise. The silence is because I go deaf in between. Deaf when I am not speaking, that is. And it is at such an impasse that the world stands today. The day when everyone would be […]

Loose End

Posted by thebengali on December 10, 2016 in Poetry, Self, Society, The Arts |No Comments

One day, walking down this road You’ll see all the roads you’ve ever traveled All the crossroads, all the turns And you’ll meet all the different you’s you’d left behind There’ll be mirrors at every corner Who will you see then? All the little ghosts will walk with you Hold your hand and remind […]

A Verse on Time

Posted by thebengali on December 9, 2016 in Poetry |No Comments

What’s an hour more or less In an endless stream of hours? As day gives way to night And night blossoms into day, There is only a mist of conscious thought Hiding the reality of sub-conscious awareness. I see visions, people, objects. I hear sounds, words, voices. I wake and sleep not knowing one from […]