The Great Deception - Adulteration They say food is life, a sacred thing, But poison’s hand has touched every spring. From fields to plate, a wicked game, Where greed is god, and health a flame. They grind our bones into flour so white, And water down the milk of night. With every bite, a death knell rings, As poison seeps into our very beings. No longer nourishment, but a slow demise, A silent killer, with devilish eyes. We’re cattle fed on tainted grass, Doomed from the start, a hopeless mass. ©Saurav Banerjee

Saurav Banerjee

Blazing Shadows (Rhyming Version) Clouds made of suns are again around me, I was trying to be relaxed, they don’t let me be. They make their visit when I least expect ’em, Burn my skin with their ruthless flame. I don’t like these clouds that are circling around, And turning into a cyclone to drag me down. I’m losing my vision, my breaths are falling short. To continue this fight, I of’n lack my forte. Pretty distractions can't shield my head, No umbrella for the dread. Morning comes, and they're still there, With flames so hot, too much to bear. ’Twas after so many days I was feeling alright, Turned out I flunked to escape, maybe in’t I’m a neophyte. ©Saurav Banerjee

Saurav Banerjee

Blazing Shadows Lately, I am struggling to face the clouds They are not the ones I love, floating in the sky These are the burning clouds, made of suns Cruel in their nature, they always roam above my head Pretty distractions I rely on, ain’t capable enough To become an umbrella, protecting my head It’s just the morn, and they are here Weighing me down with their flames, too hot to bear They drag me to the places I don’t want to visit, Now I am bleeding again, with no first aid available Feeling like my breaths are also falling short, My vision sometimes becomes blurry Because of the smokes of the clouds inflame It’s a painful cycle I often get trapped in, No escape is able to save me for long Is there anyone hearing, The quiet sound of my gradual falling? ©Saurav Banerjee

Saurav Banerjee

White Failed to Impress I wanted to impress you, Tried a few times, but never knew, I would fail each time and rue. You may not believe’t, but ’tis true. Every time I tried, deterrents came. My love for you, I couldn’t claim. I am irresolute if all my attempts were lame, And impressing you was ne’er my game. Once I saw you at a lonely place. I tried to reach you, and embrace; But I fell flat, couldn’t take my pace. ’Twas dumb of me to think I’d succeed apace. Then, one day, you suddenly showed up on my way; I looked at you with glee, and whispered a “hey!” Thought I almost made’t, you’d hold’nd take me away. I failed again, you didn’t accept me; left me in dismay. I failed to impress you, dear Death! I felt almost accepted when my health deteriorated, And I was lying in a hospital bed; I was waiting and wanting to be dead. But you didn't let it betide, Just came to make your visit and deride. Tell me, dear Death, where you went to hide? When will you return? I am waiting for you, this side. ©Saurav Banerjee

Saurav Banerjee

Detached I was reading a blog on the website of Psychology Today, “Sense of belonging is a basic need,” it did say. Got thoughts while reading, and thought to write this poem, I’m growing in a different way, it seems, I don’t feel like I belong. ’Twas fun Friday going on at workplace, involving all office-people, I didn’t participate, indulged scrolling desktop screen, sitting in my cubicle. Ze often ask why I’m so non-participative, And suggest me to participate and become active. None of ’em understands I ne’er get the urge to participate, Socialising is something I always negle’t. I enjoy readin’ books or listenin’ to songs, And prefer enjoying company of my own, With others I don’t get along. I’m all detached, to nothin’ & none I belong. ©Saurav Banerjee

Saurav Banerjee

Options Unavailable I don’t have options, I go to a home where I don’t feel at home. Right after reaching there, I start to think about leaving the city again. I don’t know why I don’t feel any connection, Post 2017, if I’m remembering it correctly, I stopped feeling good there. Bus journey to the city is more beautiful and pleasing, Than that so-called home. I don’t know what they mean, When they say about excitement of home comeing. I can guess why, but don’t know how I’ve become this way. I try my best but all I feel is cold, And it feels depressing as fuck. I’ve my whole life ahead, Now I am just 22 years old, damn! ©Saurav Banerjee

Saurav Banerjee