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Still Alive

A river
a beautiful mirror
once a free spirited clear sparkle
now a stagnant green and blue
gullible and naive she was
smiling warmth back at every leer
and sheltering
all the odds and evens
abused and left
look at her lust for life
for she still hopes
for some footsteps
 of love and care
to kiss life in her
and resurrect her dreams
 the torn body
still with a soul alive
oh how hard she tried
 to keep her wounds hidden
from the smirking eyes
but sometimes even the pride refuses
to hide the pain any more
and the breeze
she never makes any promises
 she can’t be customised
spreads tranquility and stench
with equal fervor
some old ‘loyal’ followers
still talk about her
often reminiscing
the beauty she was
but then there are the things
as should and could
often overpowering the done
hope the sun shines
before she closes her eyes

About Soma Mukherjee

I often say things that put me in a jam, Jams go well with Buttered Toasts, Toasts are great hosts, Ghosts not so much, Although they can dance, Not all dancers are serial killers, Serial killers do not use Body bags that often, body bags aren't leak proof, Proof is in the Pudding.

13 responses »

  1. Powerful and beautifully penned 🙂

  2. Blood-Ink-Diary

    Poignant and resilient, capturing the heart all at once. The layers of emotions peel gently and surrenders without a combat. Such a stunning composition — how can pain be stunning one may ask — the blood-ink knows its way to the paper…..Soma, keep penning. Cheers & love.

  3. There is a deep metaphor here, as I read it. Haunting.

  4. As always your comments are beautiful and add so much to my work thanks Govind 🙂

  5. The river mirrors the moral lassitude
    a decadent society’s attitude
    one which lacks the basic gratitude
    Everyone feels the same that it has
    become a rhetoric or a platitude.

    Superb verse Soma.

  6. Wonderful,It’s like a mirror.

  7. Lovely and sad. Whether it be about a person or river, care should be taken with both.

  8. I can’t help but identify with these words. They are deeply moving.

    “often reminiscing
    the beauty she was
    but then there are the things
    as should and could
    often overpowering the done”

    So true. Such a perfect way to put it. Thank you for sharing! Very lovely in a tragic way


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