Heartfelt Poems By A 16 Year Old

By Sucheta Chakraborty

They sure scattered me,

Made small, profound cuts in all of what I am

It was a harsh onslaught to my beliefs, my trusts, my learning

It was as if I am disintegrating into thousands of repulsive pieces

Then dissimulating them under most dismal corners

I would call it torment if it were an obloquy or a simple discredit

I would have succumbed to your solace and would have survived

Alas! I have nothing to grasp on this time

Not a soul to pull me out from the well of contempt

Though my eyes shut I can still feel a gleam

Warmth from a diffident hope.

dilemma

Its like looking at two shores of a wide ocean

The beauty of crimson autumn and pastel spring

It is the most thrilling, intriguing yet very eerie

I wonder how beautiful it seems from the outside

Drifting towards the clouds languidly

Sadly, the heart is heavy enough to drown me

Not because it’s tied to two venuses

But because it’s the guilt and grief in it

Not past nor future but two presents staring

One almost enjoys it until unpacks and stops

A mere moment before, it seemed overwhelming

Now its not very changed but not yet the same

Giving this a bit much of thought

Knowing painfully the decision was never mine.

OBSESSION

First, it was just a string of thought

fueled by curiosity, driven by fascination

I remember it being a harmless hobby

For a while, until it became a habit

Convincing didn’t help anymore

I had to study the oeuvre

Do what I could to preserve it

Talk, think, write about it everywhere

Cause it had started engulfing me

Consuming my existence

The infiltering phase was over

It had claimed its rightful place

My whole body, every corner of my brain

Little tiny crooks of my heart

And finally conquering my soul

Nothing made sense anymore

Yet everything seemed simple

It seemed I had lost my motives and goals

But it never let me forget it for a single moment

It was a scary feeling in the start

But I had trust in time and the sky

Worst part was when it didn’t leave

Like it did the last time.

TRIUMPH

- By Sucheta Chakraborty

An equation that condenses a lifetime of work

A sculpture so faultless, one can’t help but question if it’s truly inanimate

A composition so ethereal that intoxicates even the indifferent

A verdict so just that even the gods applaud

Literature so enthralling that the author wouldn’t dare change a single word

A harvest bountiful enough to feed the most ravenous

An existence meant to induce the extraordinary

A triumph so great that destiny itself is conceited of its decision.

CITYSCAPE

The city lights are so blinding

The showrooms and buildings so grand

Silks and wines, delicacies and lavishes

All desires and whims at the drop of your hat

Everything so full of felicity and bliss

Leaving all this seems so idiotic

But sadly, time goes on and I had to return

On the way to the airport my eyes betrayed me

Garbage and litter cramped up with bricks Children digging garbage, grey with dirt

Tin sheds barely suppressing screeches and cries

To name, this too was the same city

Just its outskirts but barely even given pity

I guess the city lights weren’t bright enough

Couldn’t compensate the dull in the girl’s eyes

BELOVED SWEET PAIN

Let’s not clean everything just yet

Let’s leave the attic alone

The basement full of boxes

Old or new, known unknown

Don’t open the albums please

Don’t touch the VCR

Dare you touch my mother’s radio

Or the dollhouse my baby sister made

My father’s college books and my childhood toys

Throwing out my school projects?

All our pictures, posters and prizes?

At this moment I know how it feels

All of it seems like such a waste of space

But don’t call for the pick up just yet

For some fall or rainy day

You will fondly look at them with teary eyes

Open each box and touch each surface

They will feel like treasures buried

Under the gift of time

By Sucheta Chakraborty