Neelanjana Sarkar writes

Twin tale

College days and the coalescing ways,

But she seemed far and distant.

Made new friends, wishing a single one stays

Yet she was aloof and constant.

Friends, could we ever be?

Hope I did never see.

She had set on a voyage, single.

Good Lord would she ever mingle?

Time was on its course,

Got to know of her source .

Silly as it might sound,

Our thoughts resided on the same ground.

She could write off what I felt

Words seemed to be her wealth.

I always wanted a friend like me,

I could never imagine that was she.

She loved the nature like I did.

Maturity was our common feather indeed.

Stories of life were the same.

Boy oh boy, that’s a shame!

Moments when I felt that we had the same soul,

Realized both were burnt coal.

When I wondered where had she been all my life?

“In a different school, on the other side of the city” was the vibe.

Always and forever never really worked.

We wished to be together till life would get us forked.

Words were many but feelings had the absolute worth,

In our twin-tale never knew when the twins took birth.

Neelanjana Sarkar writes

What if she took a stand?

Polite, she was much. 

In a world so cruel, she was lovely as such. 

Couldn’t have loved anyone more, 

Yet none to take care of her when her throat got sore. 

Complained she never, as if she could ever.

 

Friends she had some, 

Way too busy in their sum. 

She had that heart, 

As if an angel just took birth. 

You would never meet someone calmer, who needed to be firmer.

 

Life was on its go 

Throwing troubles at her to and fro. 

Bore them with grace 

With an ever smiling face. 

It might just seem surreal, I know she was for real.

People left her like one leaves a toy. 

She led a life which was less than joy, 

Where a scratch raises hue and cry, 

With the heart broken, she just remained dry. 

Her big bright eyes would just stare, she knew it wasn’t fair.

 

Ruthless times had changed her barely 

But it was a must really. 

Then, new friends she met, 

And the old ones, they would hate!

They loved her like none ever, she knew they were forever.

 

With her goodness intact 

She stood for herself in fact. 

The world complained, “She was rude!” 

She did the best thing she ever could. 

She loved others like the old self but managed to save some for herself.

 

No one bothers to care

As long as you do the ideal fair. 

She got her self back. 

Her friends looked for a gunny sack, 

Wished to put all the harrowing  people in, off into a bin!