Anuj ✴ poet.dark
|Armature rapper,lyricist. Workaholic, ink lover and most important out of his mind. Insta- @poet.dark www.poetdark.com|
distance between the identical duplet universe
embedded temporary inside of two human bodies
Distanced by the law of nature but
connected by the enactment of the souls
How did we miss the signs?
isn't 411.4 a Palindrome?
Why is there a distance between the duet of the psyches?
Maybe to be on the safer side!
coz once in a while, the blackhole emerges
and distance shed when the heavens are aligned
The two souls they collide
and gods experience the dance on the Stotra
in the closure of singularity called boudoir
as their naked skin chant the ode of lust
and sounds in wavelength, moans, and queef
their soul outbursts supernovae of love
A few million galaxies...
She looks at me
like I look at the sky
on a clear night
captivated with al the stars
trying to make sense of the universe
I ask her what is she looking at and
she replies, "The stars inside of you!"
My soul, entangle with the karmic footprint of yours.
Every step I took rearwards
the universe pulled you one step back;
And though years I wasted taking steps back
thinking you were distancing yourself from me
I am spinning towards you.
Let us dance to the rhythm of our destiny,
her atoms are of the same stardust
I am made of,
and in this vastness of the universe
with billions of galaxies
and billion trillions of stars
we existed in the core of the same orb
our universal DNA match
How cool is that!
- Universal soulmate
Under the pink sky,
we held hands,
and when the purple haze arrive,
we let it go.
Somewhere in the spectrum of violet
forever stays our story engraved in the sky.
Once in a while, we would look up and smile
while the world around calls us mad.
We smile, they can't see what we see.
They all are color blind.
And one fine day
the ink dries away;
and Filofax crumbles
with the weight of your phrase
but the fire in rage
and you rip your heart out
Use pain as ink,
and all the sorrows as parchment
You no longer need Paper and a Pen.
These quotes are to blame
at least partially.
They tell us what to do
When we stop seeing hope,
And they tell us who to be
When we look at the mirror
and don't recognize ourselves anymore.
But we forget they are written
by people like you and me,
completing their circles,
themselves feeling incomplete,
going through their share of pain and anxiety.
Writing their hearts out,
hoping one day it all would go away.
But we are stupid and
these ttts make fool out of us,
Connect like they are written by or for one of us.
Every other snippet about, love gone bad,
depression and heartaches;
Of not trusting anyone anymore and feeling out of love and out of place.
So, we read po...
Our story is magic
But it's been long years
And everyone has accepted.
We had our tales
shout out at the bars,
we sold like hotcakes
even at funerals,
and we were small talk in cars.
We were tales at the parties
and recited at get-togethers
We were wasted at anyone
who would listen
Until no one would.
It was bright yellow decor
Now light seems coming off from the far
New relationships are crazy
And they keep changing their better half.
They have a new story every week,
and we sit back contemplating who we are
Darling, we didn't lose the magic
Just coz we stayed and they couldn't.
There is nothing wrong with us
but the world has grown so cold,
with everyone usin...
The winter finally arrives
clouds depart, raining ends
Disruptive lives come to a standstill
And old scars heal,
And love birds fly back to their home tree
We mend, broke, mend each other
And make peace with the indifferences
Learn, grow and change,
and realize these seasons are temporary
So, here are we
At the end of monsoon
making the best of winter and
waiting for summer again.
Standing amidst the change
with battle scars and love bites
Imprinted on canvas of our skin.
Look what we made of us.
What a masterpiece!
They labeled you with adulterated words that will never be part of your story but labels sell fast and darling you are all organic, but no one buys that. So, you laugh it off and agree with the masses, forgetting your story is embedded deep in the fabric of your soul. Tell them to unstitch that off you, they cannot!
- The fabric of your story and mine.
Tired eyes searching for
broken pieces of two hearts
the floor of time
doors were always open,
doors when they were slammed shut,
doors when they got closed,
doors that do not exist anymore!
What happened behind those doors;
to a room between nowhere
only you two could visit;
now only you know.
Where the world outside didn't exist,
where time was obsolete
where it was always chilly,
and comfortably humid.
Lights always dimmed
hands clutching tight,
bodies comfortably naked,
mouth chanting the same name
over and over again.
Hearts filled with love, unbreakable,
eyes never tired of seeing each other.
The doors which always led to
He wore a black suit and a tie.
Shabby, jobless, headphones always on
but no songs, rhyming on forgotten lullabies.
Poet, comprehending his failed life.
She Worked 9 to 9, 7 days a week; sous chef
wearing a white coat over her Stygian heart
personal life almost non-existing, No end, no start.
her achievement? The 3 Michelin star!
They spent on average 11 minutes
on the back alley near the dumpster of the restaurant
Sharing Marlboro light and small talks
of weather and what they could have been!
He could have drink less, Agree on his mistakes
and She could have spent more time with him.
Every day, in the end, they would conclude:
They could have settle for less!
I place random objects in arbitrary places. Like an Apple at the door, Basketball in the kitchen, Mirror at the garden, guitar in the woods. Most of the time they are ignored, sometimes lost and never found but once in a while, someone would look at it and then look at the surrounding and ask themselves, "This does not belong here, what is it doing out here?". They would keep thinking about it even when they are out of the woods. The growing curiosity in their brain will engulf them soon. They can't comprehend it anymore and in time of feeling out of place they end up with something completely profound yet utterly stupid in their mind.
What would you do Anuj, if you find a sculpture in betw...
I am a big boy now,
not sure if I can call myself a man
but I am a big boy now!
There are demons beneath my bed,
and I am sleepings alone now.
I used to sleep with my fingers,
embracing my mom
just so that I know, monsters can't kill me
and somehow, It worked!
She used to be there
Now that she is gone;
I still work it out with different
Yes, mom, I am sleeping with strangers
so that I always have someone to hold
in my warm embrace,
but my heart is so cold.
I know there will be a day
and now it's knocking on my door
but I won't open. I am bottled up somehow,
and now I am sleeping all alone
There are demons beneath my bed
and they scream they want to pl...
You saw the world through the broken lens
Content, everything is in abundance
With haze view, you let go of what's broken
And sit with the last of what's left.
Grain by grain falls the time in the form of sand
To the nothingness below from my tightly clutched hands.
Look what I made with all the time that I let go!
Now I have to walk through this desert to the get-go.
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