The Thursday

The Thursday

The night lay still and dark,

Deathly silence prevailing,

Not exactly silent,

But only two dogs barking,

It was Three at night and I woke,

Putting myself under garments,

 Fumbling for my decanter,

And searching it with success,

Headed for my path,

In my car,

I lit a cigar and puffed in my lungs,

And took a smoke

Drove away fast from the dust-studded and congested area,

Entered into a vast-area of plain,

Looked at the shining moon

Trying to find its ways amongst the shadowy clouds,

I gave a faint and cold smile,

And went on my way,

Gulped a drought of the whisky I brought,

Crushed the extinguished cigar with all the disgust in my mind 

While cold breaths kept coming on my way,

And kept on driving further,

After reaching the ugly grey and rocky valleys,

The threatening and menacing cold,

Made me clench my jacket closer to me to intake warmth,

Taking another gulp of the whisky,

I sat down on the edge of a weathered rock,

Looked down in the deep rift,

And kept gulping,

Thinking of the distance, which I could have covered from my house.

I went quietly to that place where I had shot my dear friend,

As we drunk, gambled, and fought and I with my gun,

Moreover, Alas!

I will never forget that day when I committed this sin,

The last year and this day it had been,

I was quite unstable and my heart seemed to ache with some unbearable pain,

I knelt down on my knees and touched the blood studded soil,

Moreover, a tear trickled down my cheeks,

I cursed myself and I wished that God sent me to heaven after death,

But instincts and common sense come in different quantities.

I presently feel so bad about that day and I cannot forgive myself,

Because I did not only commit a sin by killing a human,

But even a greater one,

By taking away the life of a special person,

No one but my own best friend.

The moonlight shone brightly upon me, where I sat kneeling down,

As if highlighting my sin in front of the whole world,

Still touching the blood-stained soil and that empty decanter in the other hand,

And kept looking at the dark cloud studded star.

          By,

Aranyak Bhattacharya.

The Star

The Star

(This is my 2^nd poem of my life and I was merely a fool to write it before my physics exam. Although I feel this poem may not express its emotions at its full  peak…but I wish you may like it and I would be soon expecting a feedback from you guys. Thank You. You may not like it but do tell me without any fear that you don’t. Thank You.)

A little boy saw a star at the night sky,

That twinkled in extremities of bright,

It seemed as to be the only diamond in the night sky,

And the majesty of the star made him rejoice.

It twinkled and shined so beautifully,

As if it were an innocent child,

The more it twinkled; it expressed its mirth and happiness,

And now the child’s mind was in the peak of its curiousness.

The brightness, calmness and the silence prevailing in the star,

Had a great impact on the child,

So the child asked inquisitively,

“Who are you, my dear friend? Please do not mind me asking.”

The star did not answer but shone more brightly,

Expressing its happiness more vividly,

But the boy got very angry and chided at it softly,

No sooner than he did that, then he fell asleep.

The night lullied him to sleep,

To attain eternal peace,

The night went by,

And morning arrived.

When the child woke up he was disappointed,

As the star was nowhere to be seen,

He felt sorry for his action,

He felt the star might have been angry for the last night’s act.

He waited all day fixing his gaze at the sky,

Did not eat all day and did not move from the bed,

Waited for the night,

So the star could come to his sight.

At night the star arrived,

And the child was angry as well as sad on seeing it,

The innocent child asked, “Were did you go yesterday night?”

And retorted, “I am very angry upon you at this moment”

The star twinkled more dimly,

As if it were sadder,

The bright shine disappeared,

So did fade its happiness.

The child remained silent for some time,

And seemed to be in some sort of confusion,

He thought why does this happen,

And came to a very silly conclusion.

“As the stars lully us to sleep at night,

And for that we can work fresh at morning,

The stars also require a time to sleep,

So that they can make us sleep.”

And hence he made this thought,

Smiled at the star and thanked it,

And went asleep,

And the star kept shining more brightly.

 By,

Aranyak Bhattacharya