Category: Blog

 

 

 

 

She was a nice girl,

The innocent kind of attractive,

In whose jet black eyes –

One can delve and forget,

Of the moments that whizzed past,

Pretty fast!

 

The kind,

Who speaks more with looks,

 Than words,

But trust me,

She is quite good,

At whatever she does!

 

Lost –somewhere deep,

In fairy tales, love stories,

And happy endings;

Someone who didn’t really hate wild make outs,

But, was more,

Into romantic dates and picture perfect weddings.

 

Honestly,

She wasn’t strikingly hot;

Rather, she fit in more into,

The elegantly beautiful kind of genre;

In whom, you just might,

Rediscover yourself.

 

And then,

Into the scene,

Enter me.

 

Well, me –

I was different.

I preferred adventures,

Over fairy tales;

Chose random make outs,

Over romantic dates!

More into guts and butts,

Than I was into faith and trust!

Ah,

I could never even differentiate,

Between love and lust.

 

In a world, where –

Everyone wanted a perfect match;

We were, but –

A flawless contrast!

 

Well,

Love was what it was,

Or so we thought,

So, we decided to go on,

Against all odds;

Ignorant –of the stakes,

That we risked losing,

If we ever tend to fall!

 

Initially,

It was quite smooth,

Almost magical.

I fell for her eyes,

And that tantalizing smile,

Also the shy smirk,

That you try so hard to curb,

Always failing –miserably so.

 

I totally loved the conversations,

As she expressed in soft whispers,

And sharp shrills;

Or the way,

She bit her lips,

Pulling up a perplexed poked face,

Trying to fool her jack,

For aces!

 

Everything was as impeccable,

As a fairytale,

And then…

 

And then,

Hit the desperate desire,

Creepin’ in,

As in a slow poison,

That seeps into the bloodstream,

Numbing all the senses out!

 

Her touch,

Began to take me places,

Charging me up,

With sensations,

That I hadn’t felt,

In ages!

 

My past,

Came crashing on me;

Dragging me back-

To the desires,

That I had buried so deep.

 

Over time,

My interests changed.

Her curves took priority’

Over her words;

It got harder for her,

 To keep pace with my rush!

 

To keep myself going,

I lied;

We fought,

She tried –

To set stuff, right.

Yet, it only kept,

Breaking down;

Over and over again!

Driftin’ off a lil’ more,

Every time we did;

Until we were,

Two known strangers,

Trying hard to keep afloat!

 

And then,

 I let it go!

 

It did hurt, yes!

But, atleast –

We made it out,

Alive!

 

I did have a chance,

As fate made me,

And this Unintended Utopian –meet;

       Yet, I lost the love,

That I intended to keep!

•                                                                                 – Ishaan Phukan

I,

Faithlessly fallin’-

Tumbling downwards,

Sans control,

Into a void of lost hope and tragedy.

 

I,

Fadin’ in,

And out,

Over and over again;

Into the flickering light,

Of uncertain change.

 

Looks quite dark,

Doesn’t it?

Atleast that is what I try,

To portray!

For negativity,

Is what they crave,

And their likes,

Is what I need!

This symbiotic affection,

Has surely got me gripped!

 

These social media emotions,

They are in my head,

Rooted deep,

Into my system!

Slowly –pushing,

Everything out,

Growing on me,

On my thoughts,

And shrinking –my world,

Into a suffocating dungeon!

 

Filling me in,

With so much of myself,

That it is almost,

Gratifyingly addictive!

 

Yes,

I do know,

Of the depressing low that would follow this high,

Pulling me deeper into this puddle,

Of self-obsession;

Yet,

I can seldom resist,

The desire,

 That tempts me alluringly;

Being to me,

What the calling of the bottle is –

To every alcoholic!

 

Being irresistibly hooked,

Yet socially accepted,

I can’t even scream for help

Cause nobody ever listens;

So it is only for your sake,

That I voice my call,

Trying desperately to save you,

As I fall!

-Ishaan Phukan

 

 

 

“It was never my fault,

It was yours;

But then –I know,

You’ll never accept it, of course!”

 

Ain’t this what you said?

Putting all the blame on me –

At the thirteenth hour,

After all the mess was made.

 

‘O’ blamer, ‘O’ blamer,

So easily did you put all the blame on me;

Of your own faults and mistakes;

Never once did you try to see.

Now, maybe I’ll be punished for a sin I never committed,

In the eyes of all unknown shall my image turn bad;

But I, who were a friend to you for years,

Shall lose all trust on you I ever had!

 

‘Yes, am a warrior,

At the dawn of the new age –was I born;

And fighting till the last ounce of my might,

Ahead, onto destiny shall I storm!

 

I wield my emotions as my armor,

And the weapon of silent ignorance –firmly in my arms do I hold;

Barging ahead onto the line of fire,

               I let yet another legacy unfold.    

 

In my foresight, lies a battlefield,

Smear’d with a tragedy so tragic an’ cold;

Of men, women and children,

Whose dignity –in dollar a dime were sold!

 

They ain’t hitting me with bullets,

Oh no! Nor grenades neither swords;

Only mere gossips, rumors an’ small talks,

But trust me, it does hurt a lot!

 

Sometimes, I do think of hitting back,

Of returning a blow by a blow;

But I do know –an eye for an eye ends up makin’ everyone blind,

So, ne’er will I let myself stoop to standards so low!

 

Hence, holding my head high with wounded dignity,

And my proud soul, ripped by sarcastic knives,

Wearing each scar as a badge of honor,

Shall I walk this walk of life!

 

I am a wildflower,

All around places –in every nook n corner do I grow;

Everyone can see me blooming,

But only the ones who care –notice my magnificent glow.

 

Growing beside a thousand other’s,

A few true friends must I make;

For my heart’s an exquisite mantelpiece of fragile emotions,

Which , at the slightest of faults might break!

 

If you don’t like –trample me under your heel,

I shall be hurt but without grudges be gone;

Gone to someplace far away –where people care for me,

And in their gardens, like a precious crown shall I adorn.

 

For am a wildflower – too minute to be noticed, too non-descript to be cared for;

But then, you either like me or you hate me –that is all that matters the most.

 

 

Rushin’ adrenaline,

And the heart of yours, beatin’ fast;

The exaggerated thoughts and fears,

Of the sins of y’or past.

 

But time’s an athlete,

Sprintin’ through a straight track;

Once gone,

Shall ne’er be back.

 

 

So tell me, my friend,

Why waste the present,

Thinkin’ about ‘em past;

Live for the moment,

Cause you ne’er know,

Which is yo’r last!

 

                      -Ishaan Phukan

 

 

We met for a moment,

Talked for a minute or so;

She came to me, like a flash,

And as quick as a ripple did she go.

 

In me, she ignited a spark,

Lighting a lamp of love,

In my lamenting heart;

Pulling me out,

From the solitary dark.

 

Among the billions,

She was just one;

Except that she lived by the river,

Of her existence,

I knew none.

 

So, with hope in my heart,

And faith on fate:

I sit by the river side,

Writing letters in loads;

And sailing ‘em down,

 Folded as paper boats.

 

Someday,

If she gets ‘em,

Shall my paper boat love be found;

If not, then like a million others,

Into the soul of the mighty river,

Shall the tale of this lovelorn lover drown!

 

                                         –Ishaan Phukan

 

 

Gossips and whispers,

Whispered ear to ear,

The moment of joy,

And those of heartbreaks and tears.

 

The sizzlin’ crush talk with your friends,

Or the bitchin’ of your foes;

Shall someday all come back to you,

As fatal blows!

 

Cause no matter how hard you try;

Believe me, my friend,

The whispers never die.

 

Past the twists and tangles,

Through the iron gates and grills;

One way or another,

Shall the whispers slip through,

 

 

 

Bury ‘em in the deepest corner of your soul,

Or enchain ‘em in cages of lie;

But no matter how you try,

Shall the whispers never die!

 

                              –Ishaan Phukan