I think that I am beyond repair!!

I think that I am beyond repair

What I want is also what I fear.

I thought your chapter from my book was over,

yet you appear in one or the other character.

I thought the existence of you, will not affect me

yet your face reminds and scares me.

I think that I am beyond repair

What I want is also what I fear.

Now, I want to write a new chapter

where your existence will not matter,

where I will be free, free from your holds.

But, I think that I am beyond repair.

 

The path, alone

 Stumbling and falling, I had found my path
only to lose it to you.

Mending myself back together, it took a lot of time
Healing all the wounds, it was a task too sublime
However, I did it. And I was whole again.
Then you came and made me dream again.

Amused and amazed, I opened up my heart to you
only to realize that my trust in you, was a miscue.
Now I am back to square one
And I must walk the path, alone.

The hurt and pain, I must once again have to surpass
My mind is. however, still in your grasp
God, I wish, There was an easier way
to stop myself from going on a path, astray.

Now I am back to square one
And I must walk the path, alone.

A Stormy Night

And she sails again,

with thousand broken pieces and a shallow stride,

with garnered courage and an open heart,

it embarks on a new and unknown ride.

The rudderless ship sails on a new voyage.

Mending itself along the way, it thinks it is ready to face the world.

With an open heart and fake courage, 

it stumbles onto a beautiful island.

The rudderless ship thinks, " Maybe I can rest here for eternity".

With an elevated exuberance, it plans for the future ahead,

unknown and ignorant, it settles for a piece of calamity.

An open sea to wander!

Out there in the open ocean, a rudderless ship wanders unwary
With no one but the stars to guide, it sets its own course of glory.

Ignorant of the impediment ahead, it glides on the waves of the ocean
Before it could gather its might, it suffers an aggrandized collision.

Stranded alone on a deserted island, it ponders over its current situation
With thousand broken pieces to mend, it looses its only conviction.
While hanging on a sporadic hope, it stops itself from breaking down
Shifting the tone of its mind to more optimism, it gives life an another try.

Piece by piece it mends itself by gathering timber from the forest
With garnered courage and hope, it is ready to set on a new voyage.

                                                                                                                                    

                                                                                                                        - Manish Mandal