Anuj ✴ poet.dark
|Armature rapper,lyricist. Workaholic, ink lover and most important out of his mind. Insta- @poet.dark www.poetdark.com|
She has an aroma of bottled wine
I smell like, well, A freshly rolled joint.
I am stoners destination
She, Hors d òeuvers platted for the royal session!
I admit I walk like an artist lost in his train of thoughts
still mediocre, never made it through.
She sits on the top floor of high-rise building
lost in presentation, giving her view!
I flaunt my ink on paper and skin
While she hid behind the words of her favorite author.
Strong but paper-thin. Motivational but only halfway through.
I press shuffle listening to a playlist
of "Somebody who meant everything.".
She reads my work from a fake profile,
Liking it all, As if I am killing it!
I sit on the corner at the ...
I lift my head from your lap
I feel lost and before I felt trapped
In circles, I find straight lines now
and in solitude; paradox
So tell me why do I seek to be alone
when I hold your hands
and why do I need you
when I let it go.
With time we realize
That all the "Good morning beautiful",
have changed to "Morning"
and on the outside, it may not look much
but caterpillars became butterflies
and snakes shed their skin
and Winter isn't the same anymore
I used to be your superman
and now I feel paper-thin!
All the, "I love you"
became abrupted, "Love you"
Coming in variations of "Love u" and "Ya love you"
with decreasing rates
of I love you per day
I used to be your diary
now I feel the binding in between
just filling your space
and how do I not understand you anymore
when it was just me and you against the world.
In the end, we carry scars like taboo,
hiding it under our everyday masks
as if sunlight will only septic the wounds from the past
and people will only misuse our vulnerabilities
Unaware that we all carry it in different forms
and the only one who is out of place is
one without any scars.
Leaf after leaf
You shed who you be
In the barren land
And one fine day
when birds pay homage
with the first visitor
You realize you are growing again.
And then comes the snow
Birds abandon their home
once again leaving you
with the hope of summer
and lessons of winter.
Year after Year
You go through the same pain,
and I wonder why every October
forgetting you for the rest of the year
Only if you could speak
You would ask the same thing to me.
and here we are
thinking about each other
trying to understand
the meaning to our lives.
October - Anuj Dasgupta
Do you know why most people run away; when they know something cannot be fixed?
They run away because they can't take it, they can't see something so meaningful end and become something meaningless. Cause, they have devoted time, felt loved, and spent energy to create something which wasn't there before and now it is about to end. So they run! They run before they witness the end of something they connected to; like their extended part. They run for so long until the memories start to fade. And I am not saying it is the right thing to do but some people aren't that brave you see. So, tell me what do you do when you realize something is about to end; you thought would be forever?
Would you ...
I love science because in a way on fundamental level it's very spiritual!
For years, man have tried to divide spirituality and science. In the end they are study of energy and how it works around and within us .
I'm man of God for I'm man of science.
There is no two way to that.
"Do you see the pattern? All the great people, well most of them, were entangled with some sought of misery, hardship or born in a time when suffering was practically inevitable. Anne frank, Haruki Murakami, Subhas Chandra Bose. And here we are, Middle child with no great depression, no war haunted by the fact
Our greatest tragedy is to not have any tragedy."
The watch on my wrist cost me three months and twenty-one days
Can you tell me how this is a fair deal?
When it couldn't even give me back a second of my time
8 years apart
Every year, on this day in 2 minutes and 20 seconds the glass of our bedroom bay window shatters in pieces, some fall eight-floor below on the concrete and some inside. The smell of your perfume lingers then throughout the room. For years I thought its a sign. Now that I rest my body perpendicular to the window and look below at your translucid corpse, I see past, present and future much clear now,
I was wrong, its an invite. This time I am coming home.
I intertwine with complexity every day and then seek peace;
Hoping I, to be my superhero, but end up being the archnemesis.
My better half has a weird obsession
she collects toenails if she finds it somewhere,
and God doesn't play dice with humans
because somehow she finds one too many, often!
Like it is scattered everywhere!
It scared me at first but Intrigued me later,
It makes me wonder and I dreamt bad things seldom;
But I am proud to say, with time I gave my negative thoughts away.
I have made peace with it in the end, anyway!
Unlike her family and friends who don't understand her
and the neighbors who constantly outcast her,
I tell her one day It all will change!
One fine day, everything changed
sirens played music and the police took her away
there was a serial killer and my baby was ...
My Lettrs timeline
have an uncategorized list of warriors
doing their artistry, living with invisible battle scars.
On Rarest, happiest days, with exceptional, steller phrase
in the most alluring ways, they line themselves one after another in my Inbox.
My epistle act as a catalyst and I'm honored we all connect.
To whomever, it concerns and motivates
Happiness is a warm puppy
and I am not sure if it's warm cause it's fresh dead
or the other way around.
You and I walked the path
with hands held tight and
dreams in our eyes.
The hands got cold;
The eyes lost its soul,
but the heart stayed warm
cause You walked by me.
Broken clock and time machine
You are 365 days in the past
when the sun shined upon us
and we ate cheesecake from the same plate
I am 2 days ahead of the present
memorizing the perfect excuse
to not do this anymore
Drinking a beer, Dreaming of the coffee date,
165 days back in the unseasoned rains,
when the city stopped for a few hours.
You are 5 minutes of conversation
which sent euphoric feeling to our brains,
and I am 23 hours and 55 minutes of melancholy.
We are on the same plane in the same dimension
but in two different timelines.
You, in the past and I, thought of the future.
Both stuck, unable to decide
which one of us is carrying the broken clock,
Cause 4 year...
One death Two murderers
I wonder how I am in this hole again?
While you scream from the above that
I dug it myself as you fill it with dirt.
Cause your actions are like wildfire
You burn everything that comes in the way
But your words are like snow,
And you burn me down then cool me down
And, I don't know who to trust anymore.
There were days I used to talk a lot and not communicate at all.
Nowadays, I end up conveying messages without using a single word.
I stand here in the middle of Ordinary and Excellence inside a black hole
Invisible to those who pioneer brilliance
Disappeared to those who seek them.
Like the color black
I absorbed all other pigments of life
Incomplete yet so dignified
I was the very essence of the darkest night
yet my knight in armor came with the morning light
She, like the sun rays, perpetuate through me
I am more of yellow than black now, no more incomplete.
He found love and drugs on the same night of his life.
Suprised to find both being fundamentally alike in nature.
On the next day heartbroken and hangover, he wrote shabbily on a note 'Love and Drugs are destructive in nature. Both are very volatile if taken with each other or without.'
Every time we touch we send shivers through the fabric of time and space. As a reminder to the maker, what it felt like to be in the form of singularity again. Every atom of ours transcendence to the moment the universe is made. We superposition ourselves and coexist on both planes,
and let go of ourselves in the making of The Big Bang again.
- We give orgasms to the universe.
Do you dream of
empty spaces and hear
hums in a lower frequency,
undetected to human ears
Do you seek colors
and words not yet invented.
Do you speak in a foreign dialect
You haven't heard
to people you haven't met
in a place, you don't recall
until you fall
and wake from your dream?
Do you wake and reminisce
The vivid and recurring theme
and wake again to realize
you were yet again in a dream,
within a dream.
Yet the strangest part of your day:
When you are wide awake
is trying to make sense of textbook
finding solitude in modern art & memes.
When you take your eyes off
from the wristwatch
and in seconds
It is an hour
Like Schrödinger's cat,
we exist and we don't
until one of us break
or breaks the chain of thoughts
we are two humans
floating in the ocean of nothingness
in a plane with no time
in a state of paradox
waiting to be entitled
in two parallel universe
merging into one
wanting to be solved
curious, to make it
knowing curiosity may
kill the cat.
Dictionary and Microscope
My better half had a witty smile.
She looked fascinated every time she gazed the Sun with her naked eyes,
As it radiates the glory within.
I knew She was taming a Universe inside; Were I needed the weight of her shoulders.
My darling, I was paper-thin.
An Incredible illuminate, Purest form of free energy She was.
Well, I ran from library to library running low; finding a Plug point.
She was never-ending syllable and I ended up immaturely at, ‘The.’
Her eyes contained all remains an archaeologist trying to find.
An ancient human; DNA unclassified.
Her hair to knee-length, containing encrypted lullabies.
No one could read her. Actual...
Sometimes people draw a cage around and convenience you that you are trapped inside.
You are limited just cause they have limitations.
She is a volcano filled with Art.
At the peak about to erupt the lava from her eyes
but then she blinks and one more time there is nothing.