by thebengali
Good Morning World: The Anatomy of Sadness
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Categories: Learning, Philosophy, Poetry, Pune, Self, Society • Tags: existentialism, India, Learning, Life, Poetry, Pune, Sanjay Mukherjee, Self, Society, thebengali
by thebengali
One day I will pass on And all that I hold dear Would cease to matter For they were dear only to me. The world, shall go on Lives would continue Family, friends, relationships Would change. And there would be new relationships, new pathways, as usual. One day these roads will cease to exist And all those destinations they connected Would find new avenues to communicate The World, shall go on People, nations, seasons Would change. And there would be […]
Categories: Mountain Walking, Philosophy, Poetry, Self, Society, The Arts, Work • Tags: existentialism, Life, People, Poetry, Self, Society, thebengali, Truth, Work
by thebengali
It’s Never Too Late To do the right thing Some times worlds must collide For new worlds to be created Some times worlds must collapse For a new beginning to be possible But it’s ’s Never Too Late To do the right thing It’s Never Too Late To let people know they matter Some times an individual must conform For the sake of protecting the integrity of society Some times a society must embrace an individual’s diversity For a stronger […]
Categories: Mountain Walking, Philosophy, Poetry, Self, Society, The Arts • Tags: Art, existence, existentialism, individual and society, leadership, Poetry
by thebengali
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 But I won’t be here to see you grow I look at the spirit in your eyes I feel the strength of your hands In […]
Categories: Poetry, Self, The Arts • Tags: India, Learning, Poetry, Sanjay Mukherjee, Self, Society, thebengali, Truth, Verse
by thebengali
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 living of it. My heart is beating slowly Ever so slowly: it is almost still. It is a peaceful almost-stillness Except that the gentle rising […]
Categories: Learning, Nature, Poetry, Self • Tags: India, Poetry, Sadness, Sanjay Mukherjee, thebengali
by thebengali
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 smell goes I’ll still be able to feel And my eyes will see without seeing My ears will hear anyway And so I’ll be able […]
Categories: Nature, Poetry, Self • Tags: existentialism, Poetry, Sanjay Mukherjee, thebengali, Verse
by thebengali
When you look into my eyes Is it me your seeing Or a reflection of your own self? When you listen to my voice Is it my mood you hear Or a resonance of your own feelings? When you hear my words Is it my thinking you recognise Or a vibration of your own thoughts? When you touch my hand Is it my energy that you feel Or a two-way flow? When you come to me with questions Is it […]
Categories: Learning, People, Self • Tags: Conscience, Conversation, India, Mirror, Poetry, Sanjay Mukherjee, Soul, The Mirror, thebengali, Truth, Verse
by thebengali
My Days are deep, dark nights Deep, dark nights of pain. Pain gained from misplaced trust In the frail constitution of the human name. My Nights are long, lonely vigils Vigils on account of pain Pain earned through day-long labours On the hard knock school of earning daily bread. My Weeks are a string of Days and Nights Strung together by sheer belief Belief in the resilience of the Spirit And the lack of sense to know when to quit. My […]
Categories: Learning, Self, Society • Tags: India, Learning, Poetry, Sanjay Mukherjee, Self, Society, thebengali, Verse
by thebengali
Where are you brother? Where is your work? The Dam lies broken The river beyond is dry The Land is parched The People are hungry, thirsty, and bewildered Where are you brother? Where is your work? Where are you Sister? Where is your work? The River has breached the banks Its progeny, they run The Land lies devastated The People are frail, broken, and dying Where are you Sister? Where is your work?
Categories: Mountain Walking, Self, Society, The Arts • Tags: Conscience, India, Poetry, Sanjay Mukherjee, thebengali