My Only Love

Hey guy, don't you feel ashamed?
You're not letting me study,
You're not letting me laugh for real,
You're the cause of all my fake smiles,
You're the one who's not letting me live,
But still you're my only love.

When you're present, I wish you weren't,
When you're not with me, I wish you were,
You define confusion,
You define pain,
You define a bad boy,
But still you're my only love.

When I confessed my love for you,
You were shocked and said you weren't single,
But all your friends said you didn't like any girl.
I always stare at you from my room,
And you always stare back,
I don't think it's a staring competition,
It's just that you're playing with my heart.
Yet you're my only love.

My friends say you're too old for me,
You'll break me to a million pieces,
They point these out as if I don't already know them.
I'm too innocent, I'm too blind to see,
That you'll never be mine, you'll never love me the way I do,
But I just hope that you know this,
No girl will ever love you like I did,
I still do, and I will forever.
You'll remain my only love forever and ever.

All Those Things

When we were small kids,
When we had little drops of water on our eye lids,
When we were best friends,
When our wild imaginations had no ends...
Yeah all those things,all those minor things,
I miss them, memory of them stings...
When we used to fight over toys,
When we had innumerable joys,
When all we had to do was play,
When a sweet candy used to make our day...
Yeah all those things, all those minor things,
I miss them so badly it stings...
When we cried over nothing,
When we laughed over everything,
When everybody didn't point out my flaws,
When everybody loved me as I was...
Wasn't it beautiful when you believed in everything and everyone believed in you?
Well..Everything has changed.

Lies

My life is a lie,
It makes me want to die.
Everyone asks, "How are you?"
I say, "Yes I'm fine, you?"
But you know what's true?
It's because of you. Yes, you.
I wish I could ignore you, hate you,
Like you do with me,
Forget the pain that no one will ever see.
I wish you hadn't entered my life at all,
Between us there wouldn't be an invisible wall.
My world was so very beautiful indeed,
Before you entered and made it bleed,
Now that there's blood all over,
Why do you behave so innocent and sober?
Yeah you always see me smiling and laughing
But I'm a liar, that's why I don't admit that inside I'm dying.
I'm sick of trying, I'm afraid of crying,
Stop asking if I'm okay, I'm tired of lying.

Young

Us, the new generation,
Must be provided with a solution,
To our several problems,
And how to deal with them.
Our elders always go on about how it was in their time,
And that teenage education is the chance of a lifetime.
They expect us to be flawless,
But don't they understand, we are already in so much stress!
Coaching,school,parents,friends,fame
Oh wait, with so much to remember, I'm afraid I may forget my name!
I'm confused, at times I'm told that I'm a child,
And then I'm told I've grown up, I shouldn't be wild.
What do they mean actually?
Thinking, thinking thinking calmly...
We are kids,
We are grown up,
We mess up,
We get into trouble,
We have best friends double,
We have lots of intakes,
We have heartbreaks,
We make some mistakes,
But please don't stop remembering,
We are still young, we are still growing.

My Secret...

Want to know a secret? She's dying. Every day, every hour, every minute, every second. A little by little. She has an unbreakable smile, but a broken heart. She acts strong, but she cries herself to sleep at night. She's losing the battle within, but no one notices it. And this secret, is killing her on the inside. But she pretends that everything is alright on the outside. She's dying on the inside...She's losing the fight...She's fighting to stay on the right side...She's trying to be alright...

Precious Moments

Each day I spend,
Has a very precious moment,
When I lie down each night,I know it's the end,
One more day has went.
But do you know what gives me happiness?
Those little, precious moments...
Class bunking with friends,specks of naughtiness,
Kicking and hitting each other,criticizing our mother.
I want to fly,I want to run,I want to fall,
But I do not want to stop,because,for anyone,time doesn't crawl.
I want to live my dream,I want to have fun,
Indoors with friends and out in the sun.
All these wishes fulfilled,makes me happy,
But that's nothing compared to the fun I have when chilling out with my friends,having an Appy.
So I decided,I will live every precious moment of my life to the fullest,
Everything has its time,now it's my time to enjoy and I will,
Being bored to death by studying, this thing I will kill!

POEM BY ASHMITA DASGUPTA INSPIRED FROM THE BOLLYWOOD MOVIE "YEH JAWAANI HAI DEEWANI"

My Dream

My dream is to be a girl, who is perfect,

In anything and everything and every aspect.

My dream is to become a fashion designer,

Partnership with beauty, dresses and eye liner.

My dream is to become an author too,

Writing away interesting stories, with princes and fairies and “I Love You!”

My dream is to have infinite friends,

Watching movies, having fun and shopping for trends.

My dream is to have popularity and fame,

Everyone would admire me and know my name.

My dream is to fly like a fairy,

I would fly past everyone, my head held airy.

My dream is to be someone who can be loved,

Rest is p to the people to realize my worth.

My dream is to live long forever, till the end,

And ‘the end’ would come only when a message I send.

My dream is to have whatever I wish,

But it will always remain an unfulfilled wish.

All of this is just a big, an adorable dream,

Which will gradually flow away with life, like a stream...

                                                              --ASHMITA DASGUPTA

This Is Life

Dreams are nothing but illusions stretching till infinity,

The dreamland seems like the largest city.

Dreams will come true if small steps are taken everyday,

And you are sure to be happy and gay.

But sometimes a dream will seem like a precious gem, you will never get,

You will just cry silently and then you have to forget.

Sometimes you will soar into the sky,

As high as the birds fly,

But sometimes you will be so low on yourself,

You will feel that among the giants,

You are a poor elf.

Sometimes you will be too proud,

You will be someone distinguished in the crowd.

But sometimes for yourself you will not care,

Being present, you will be lost everywhere.

Sometimes you will have happy emotions and will be on an emotional ride

But sometimes you will just be hovering over a fight.

But whatever happens just take it light,

Because this is practical life.

                                             ---ASHMITA DASGUPTA

Murder Day

Usually I would stay inside today.Well, usually I would stay inside everyday, but today,on this day of all days,I would normally want nothing more but to stay out of the way-to stay safe.

This year is different though.This year I've finally decided to take part in the celebration.

Celebration....ha....that's what they call it anyway, but we all know the best word for it is horror.

I remember last year, after I'd locked my doors and windows, as i sat alone and terrified,trying to block out the screams and disgusting laughter that came from the street.

"My sister! My sister!" One man screamed.I could hear his sobs but knew nobody would help him.

I listened to music, I painted still lifes of the things I owned and practiced my yoga.I did everything I could think of to keep my mind off of it, the horror, the celebration.

As I struggled to clear my mind, my arms opened wide for yet another sweeping sun salutation,I heard her.Agnes, the old lady from upstairs.

I don't know what she was thinking.The old bat probably forgot what decade it was.She was always telling me about how it used to be...

As she screamed I ran to the window just in time to see it happen.The blood spurting from her tattered neck, like a fountain, the man responsible revelling in his misdeeds.

Like me, he knew nothing of the time before Murder Day, he grew up knowing that evry year it came and went like any other glutinous holiday.Unlike Christmas,Thanksgiving or Easter though, this day was meant for feasting on violence and death.

I sat in my window and cried for Agnes,I imagined reasons for why she would go outside and wondered about the man who killed her.Was he an avid Murder Day participant?Could he be found out in the bloody streets each year, taking part in the celebration?Was Agnes just another hole in his belt, or was she his first?

This year, things are different.This year, there is no music, paint or yoga.All I can do is think of his face, bathed as it was in her blood.Though in my mind it's his, in my imagination the red stained fountain comes from his own exposed and ripped open arteries while I'm the one dancing in the bloody rain.

And so I suit up;good running shoes,dark clothes,an old rusty knife from my rotting kitchen drawer.

This year I will celebrate.

I'm quiet and limber,I keep to the shadows.Alleyway to alleyway,I ignore all else.Men and women everywhere are screaming and rejoiciing in their bloody violent revery.

I notice the people peering from their dark and covered windows.They aren't watching me though, they are looking at the streets.Some hide looks of excitement,fear or contempt while others show their smiling children what waits for them in the years to come.

No matter what emotion's showing though, I know what's deep inside; a hungry curiosity, a thirst for blood too frightening to quench.

I hear a scream come from the street, a woman flails and bleeds.I see his face and run for him, my blade held high above my head and just before I make it-BANG!

I didn't see it coming.A sharp pain and then I'm down.Warm blood pools around me and before I know it..................

I'M DEAD.................................

The Silence-Part II

Sequel to THE SILENCE

THE VICTIM

Amongst the cold valley,

Lies something unknown to all,

The Victim of innocence...

Is dragged slowly, painfully,

In the darkened depths

Of its very soul.

Its teeth;

Like those of a venomous snake,

White daggers, glowing mist-like in the darkened tunnel.

Piercing its fangs

Into the new Victim; The Innocent.

Poison courses throughout the body.

Excruciating pain.

Cries of anguish,

Lost in the grey skies of a storm.

Numb.

Rain falls heavily,

And the innocence is washed away,

Along with the victims of blood.

A cold corpse lays lifeless.

Defeated.Dead.Gone.

Innocence was given away to Darkness.

That cold, dreary day.

                                        ---ASHMITA DASGUPTA

The Silence

There's no doubt she's coming for me.

The eerie silence is deafening.

Her footsteps, loud, drawing near,

I muffle my cries.

I run off into the blood red dawn.

I feel her presence,

I can feel her dreaming of me,

Falling to my death.

She finds me,

Coming closer.

Inside my head

I'm screaming and trying to run.

I find myself frozen in place.

She draws a knife,

Piercing it into my side.

She kills me slowly, letting the blood drip.

My feet, soaking in blood,

I begin to fall onto the cold ground.

Immense pain clouds my thoughts.

Suddenly, I'm staring into a mirror.

There is a girl, clutching a knife

Her eyes meet mine,

They hold me like a distant light on a winter's night.

Familiar, does the light blue eyes look.

The silence; the pain,

Driving me insane.

The mirror cracks; shatters,

Into pieces....

Pieces that will never be put back together.

                                                                                     ---ASHMITA DASGUPTA

I Am

I am the one who is the key to your heart,

Always choosing the perfect path.

I am the sun, I am the moon,

Whom you are trying to reach very soon.

I am the one to guide you way,

I am the sunshine to light your day.

I am the one who makes your day,

Whether in cool December or in hot May.

I am the one who is never noticed,

Always in the crowd my name is missed.

I am the one who helps you to reach success,

But do you ever remember to confess?

I am the one always giving you hope,

When you are trying to win over opponents rope.

I am surely the ultimate one,

But in the crowd I always remain as someone.

                                                         ---ASHMITA DASGUPTA

Dedicated to a person named Aishwarya, my best friend, whom I love even more than I love myself, but who never realizes that and the fact that she couldn't live without me....*sigh* SOMEONE PLEASE TELL HER!!!

Ever Yours

It doesn't mean I can never try,

When tears come out as I cry,

My tears build a memory lane,

I keep walking....just to meet you again.

As I stand alone in the courtyard,

Everything in life seems so hard,

So I ask God, every time I pray,

"Give me strength for just one more day!"

I'm living with an empty and hollow heart,

From the time we are apart,

My heart may not make it through....

But it just can't stop me from loving you.

I wonder why I didn't confess,

It's all your love inside, I possess.

Don't know if I'll ever smile,

I just want to be with you for a while.

I can keep everything aside,

But your love is something, I can't hide.

I don't know if things can be the same,

Though I know someday you'll call my name.

I don't know if I'll ever be free,

But remember one thing darling-

YOU ARE EVERYTHING TO ME!

                                            ---ASHMITA DASGUPTA

Being Alive-Isn't Living

This is what you do.if you feel low, you stand tall.You mess up, you move on.You want to try something, try it, and if it was a stupid thing to try, you look it in the eye.There's no turning back.You apologize if you're sorry, but know that the nimblest, strongest hands can't rebuild a bridge out of embers, so cut new wood.If you can't talk yourself down from the ledge, have a good time up there, looking down on the world.If you have to lie to make everything true again, lie as you mean it.If you find yourself in a cage, reach out through the bars for the key, unlock the door and run away.If running away gets dangerous, run home.If home doesn't mean what it used to mean, decide what home will be in the future.If your best friend says she/he doesn't trust you, hold her arm in your hand, and make her face you.If you think you love a guy/girl,see how his/her hand looks in yours, that's all it takes.If you get exiled into a new land, then go discover it.And if you feel like you're drowning,try going swimming.NOTHING LASTS LONG,SO LIVE IT UP,DRINK IT DOWN,LAUGH IT OFF,TAKE CHANCES AND NEVER REGRET WHAT YOU DID BECAUSE AT ONE POINT,WHATEVER YOU DID WAS EXACTLY WHAT YOU WANTED!

Loneliness-A Boon In Disguise

I was thinking of writing a parody,

A parody on my loneliness, my precious loneliness,

That would be my dark room's soliloquy.

In my room i burn my 69 mm cylinders,

Lately I have realized loneliness can be a curse,

I have heard people calling it my addiction,

The essence of that smoke kissing my nostrils gives me great satisfaction.

Competitor of my ambitions is now that Nile,

I have even noticed darkness giving me a wry smile.

If we always measure our moves, life will become another meaning of frustration,

So now I try to trouble my troubles and from this darkness I draw inspiration.

With the looming darkness of my small room I am quite complacent,

In this silent world I find my room the most eloquent.

Follow you heart, obstacles you may face.Life is too precious to waste.

But do not ever offend this loneliness.

My little room helped me in making darkness so dear,

                                              BUT FRIENDS BE AWARE,

                         IN A MORTAL'S LIFE LONELINESS CAN BE THE BIGGEST FEAR.

P.S.I am not the author of this poem.I took it from my school magazine because I liked it.

Bored

I am twelve and I am bored

And I've nothing to do

I'm fed up of watching

This ant on my shoe.

The big game has finished

My brother wont play

My dad says he won't let me

Watch"match of the day".

I don't want to paint

Or to make model planes

Or to help mum in cooking

Or to stroll down country lanes.

I'm bored with my school

With my books on the shelf,

And most of all really

Bored of being myself.

                       ---ASHMITA DASGUPTA

Live Each Day To Make Wishes

In this world when you expect the unexpected,

The question changes before it's attempted.

I've seen love change into hatred,

Best friends turned into soul mates.

God is unfair:for every time the forlorn child

Misses his mother and dines.

For every little eyes shut for prayer,

And each broken star that twinkles there.

Are too many hopes that shatter instead.

And plenty sleep without a bread.

The little mistakes we make everyday,

Some are forgiven, some we need to pay.

Times we need to spend alone,

To this biased world,we're acquainted and prone.

Some depart, and some we leave,

It's the almighty that ends it,we all need to believe.

We regret when a person dies,

Till he is alive,he only tries.

Tries to hold back the one he loves,

'Cause life is short,everyone dies,

YES, everyone has to,everyone does...

                                                  ---ASHMITA DASGUPTA

The Alluring Beauty

Delighted with fantasy,

It's a world of your supremacy.

Amalgam of the extreme variations,

The difficulties in all situations,

You make them all ameliorate

Our negatives do deteriorate

Your heart is a heart,

Where no one can part

A matrix of your strength,

In front of you my head does bend

I swing between the two roads,

The road not taken can be the one which is mistaken! 

I laugh,I cry,I sing,I dance

To meet you I don't even want to miss a chance

Obsession increases my love for you,

Surrendering myself completely,

That's not anything new!

The vigour and the radiance you exhibit,

I love the way you sit

Just like my prince charming

For your eyes to meet mine,I'm starving!

Sitting back,to the infinite sky,I see

I don't know what God filled in me

The inner virtues,shaped my outer glamour,

And with every passing day,you become superior

A thousand times you are missed

It's a scene os complete bliss

Though we are miles apart,

You're always close to my heart

Then as it was,then it will be

Though they change their course,

The rivers will always meet the sea.

                                      ---ASHMITA DASGUPTA

The Fallen Angel

Like it fell from the sky,

When the heaven got too high,midst the earth

It's beauty too much for the mortal eye

Unreal,unbelievable would be a creature so fine

it unfurls its wings to get away from the showbiz.

Discovered by the monster who made

Devils look like tamed lions

Yearns to go back to the place of serenity,peace,

Selfless was the sun,the wind was untouched

By the black shadows,love was ecstasy

Where the heart fell right beating on the left

Trapped it remained at the back of the angel's mind

While it was caged under the human eye,

Looked upon like the moon was dumped into their arms,

The media would flash at it the way lightening would shine

And grieve in despondence for its departure of the beloved,

It knows that one day she shall have her angel,

Who would take it away from being a sight?

Far,far away and far too high...

                                       ---ASHMITA DASGUPTA

Sailing Through

A friend is like a flower,

A rose to be exact,

Or may be a brand new gate,

That never comes unlatched.

A friend is like an owl,

Both beautiful and wise.

Or perhaps like a spirit,

Whose presence never dies.

A friend is like a heart,

That throbs strong till the end.

Where would we be in this world,

If we didn't have a friend? :) :D

                                ---ASHMITA DASGUPTA