Glory of Autumn

I watch the trees shedding leaves

As I silently shed my old self;

Reinvention is a necessity

From time to time.

I let go of my old beliefs

That're inhibiting my growth;

The glory of autumn enthralls me

The absolute magnificence in pain

Inspired, I mirror the season

Unafraid to let go.

-Purba Chakraborty

21.09.2016

Linking this poem with Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Equinox, Equator

Also spare a moment and read my candid and personal interview on Poets United: BLOG OF THE WEEK ~ AN UPDATE WITH PURBA CHAKRABORTY

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Like a broken guitar

Like a broken guitar,

I lie mangled and overrun

In the labyrinth of life

Amid the sea of people.

My melody has fallen between cracks

As I gave myself to people

Who couldn't hear my music

My chords are broken

And I lie numb and soundless

Amid the charring noise

Seeping life out of me.

Like a lost child in a fair

I run from people to people

Asking countless questions 

As the questions multiply manifold.

Defeated, I close my eyes

Listen to my heart beats in silence

My broken strings gently collide

I hear some music; faint and delicate

Perplexed, I take a deep look within

Where I find an ocean of melody left

Although I am apparently broken.

-Purba Chakraborty

19.09.2016

Linking my poem with Prompt Nights by Sanaa : That which we seek; deep within will find – “IDENTITY”

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