Shades of tears!!

That is how it ends,
one bright sparkle,
then cascading silver.
Unabashed, unlimited.

Holding in its saline stream,
Words unspoken,
Pangs unredeemed,
Dreams unwoven,
Anguish hushed.

Or, perhaps in....
Honour retained,
Pride reclaimed,
repressed innocence, revealed,
a fond caress, amidst unyeilding barrenness.

That is how it always ends...
In varying shades of tears.
I am glad for that tear, that I can shed.

Too late!!

Is this the right moment,
to pour my heart out?
Or is it too late?

Can I hope to make you believe,
that we will realize our vision someday?
Or is it too late?

Can we finally make an effort to
walk those few extra steps?
Or is it too late?

Can I still make you glance back,
for a last look, after moving on?
Or is it too late?

Can the silence between us,
still answer all our emotions?
Or is it too late?

Can I let go of the sunshine, the joy,
breathlessness, anguish, tears?
Or is it too late?

Author: Jayeeta Sinha Roy

The Journey Within

The journey within
Through sparse and dense
Retracing steps
Back to innocence.

Retrospecting,
The exceptional and mundane
The zenith, the nadir
Surges of love, pangs of pain.

Reminiscencing
Simplicity, inability and acceptance
Failing, learning, unlearning
Yet, unfaltering perseverance.

Recollecting
Dark alleys of fear, abysses of despair
Nursing bruises, looking up again
Moments, frozen in a tear.

Reaching my genesis
Now, the entire show in a frame
Resolving to plan the future
But, there is destiny to blame.

Author: Jayeeta Sinha Roy

We The Women - Gen Ex & Gen Why.

Our parents lived in a generation, where they managed to find happiness in small and simple things in life. They ardently believed in the values taught to them, without even a single doubt crossing their minds. Perhaps, they were not as logical and analytical as we are today. But they scored over us in one very important aspect. They were tolerant and they accepted - easily.

Our mothers trusted blindly, followed loyally and were returned the same trust and loyalty on most occasions. They never felt insecure by the fact that they did not have their own money to spend. Neither did their ego stop them from asking for money, from their husbands. They believed in simplicity, innocence, the simple pleasures, and in the slow pace of life.
They did not think twice in reprimanding or showering with love, all the children in the extended family. They savoured life to the hilt and were at peace with themselves.

We the nex-gen, strove to change the lot of women, and we succeeded in exceling in every field, becoming financially independent, having our say in almost every issue under the sun, and proving to all and sundry, our prowess.
In the process, however, we overlooked something precious. We lost our peace of mind and we had to do without the sense of mental security.

Ultimately, it is an issue of, 'we gain some and we lose some'. But I really hope that the price we pay, is not one, that is too high.

Author: Jayeeta Sinha Roy

Lessons not learnt

When you let go of your guard,
and want to be 'you' again,
When tentatively, you allow your spirit to roam again,
with abandon
After eons of observing, calculating, judging,
when you are finally done with putting each face,
in a preconcieved cast,
When you are convinced about the permanence of unwavering solitude
and your unrippled existence...

That is when love sneaks in,
breaks your hallowed fortifications
and stays...
till the time, it can unsettle you again.

Author: Jayeeta Sinha Roy

You Changed Me Twice Over

You changed me twice over….
Once with love, then with pain
My heart rose to ethereal heights…
It barely could trust again.

You changed me twice over…
I begged, cried, reconciled then.
lips cold, spirit confined…..
Contentment – I learnt to feign.

You changed me twice over….
From adoring, all-believing eyes,
And soul dipped in softness…..
To clenched fists and severed ties.

Scaling heights of passion….
Then numbness regained.
You changed me twice over….
There's no trace of pain.

Belief Realized

In a moment of slumber....
Of a sleepless night
In layers of dreams....
A streak of light

An endorsement
of a belief held.....
Not by logic
only felt

That all's not lost
Its never too late
To learn the trick
that'll twist the fate

We all know
Deep down inside
What all it takes
To turn the tide

Its only love
and love alone
In its purest form
If it is shown

A barrier of ice
It is bound to melt
None of your logic here
It has to be felt.