Dancing on a Thread

It's fun and feels so good to write love, a love which is so good, green and red, with flushed cheeks of heroine, and strong chin of hero, where beauty lays, where love is often showcase as in poetry, as I write. Maybe not all the time love is like it?

Maybe sometimes, it’s sounds better, to show the love, as it is? Raw and Fragile? Maybe Vulnerable too? They say when pain is written beautifully, it becomes more captivating than love itself. And if my words touch the reader’s heart, that is the greatest gift an author can receive.

Maybe sometimes, pain is written in a way which turns into a joy itself? A joy, a rare joy, where readers cry but deep inside, they are grateful to read such a work, which has touched their heart. Maybe that’s what the pure and raw emotion is?

In this Poem Collection, Dancing on a Thread I have tried to explore the raw emotions, which may touch reader’s heart.

A Pain Written in a Such Beautiful Way, Which Turns into Joy

Ah Man, you don’t know the meaning of my words, it holds a huge blank page inside, waiting for me to be written. Now, it became like, when I close my eyes, I see you, and when I open my eyes, I want to see you.

That’s in another book, but for now, read my third Poem Collection, Dancing on a Thread and tell me, did my words touch your heart?

If it could be a novel?

By - Somnath Bhattacharjee

I want to call your name, tonight,

I want to scream, and tell you,

How much I love you,

Even though today, I want to snuggle with you,

Smell your neck, still, moon is taking you away,

I don't know how long I'll try to keep you with me,

Your smell is making me addicted of you more,

It's like I'm seeing blurry, if you aren't holding my hands,

As I'm watching the end of my movie at my TV,

If it could be a novel?

I can hear sound of your payels,

Tonight, I want to dress you up as my bride,

I want to call you by the sweet names,

I want to show you the ring I've bought for you,

Yes, not all dreams are true, but,

If it's just a mirage, can't I watch it for more a while?

Even though it will make me smile, while in tears,

Blurring my eyes more, making me deaf,

As I can only hear my own screaming, in an empty room,

If it could be a novel?

The day we meet, our tears came out,

Seeing each other in screen for years,

Then seeing in person, watching your beauty,

Memorizing looks, beautiful fragrance,

Your blushful eyes, flushed cheeks,

Desire to live together in heart,

Love for me, unconditional,

Your soft spoken voice,

Your love and love,

If it could be a novel?

I wish, it could be a novel of mine,

Where I could be the hero, and write as I want,

Make us love, cuddle, snuggle, without a fear,

Where they wouldn't tell us to separate,

Where there's no fear and in pain in our eyes,

But, it's not the novel of mine,

If I knew, I might read a little, hoping, not to be addicted,

I would have kept the novel in my heart, safe and securely,

But it's too far away now, tomorrow won't be much different, but,

If it could be a novel?

I see your smile, in a hundred darkness,

I see a fresh red rose, in a hundred dead rose,

I get the hope, everything will be better again,

But the novel is already written,

I know tomorrow I'll get the same hope again,

Trucks filled with hope will come,

Drive me crazy again, make me addict,

But we both know, it's not possible,

Tomorrow won't be same, nothing would be different,

If it could be a novel?