Poetry on Art

  DARK CORNER There's a cold dark corner In the back of my room, It speaks to me And knows all my secret. Sees me fighting with myself, So down and blue; I can't explain the way my tears run blood along my veins.  My eyes close. I'm holding onto my memories and hatred.  If I let go pain, I'll be ending into the plague... Storm clouds are gathering The wind is gonna blow  As the corner gets closer and takes me in, my soul starts to burn as so does my skin. I feel so alone and scared. As I fall, I wonder, "Is anyone there?" No one knows how I really feel.  As the days and nights pass by, I count on myself; Falling from faith, falling from love. A darkness which blanks my mind.  Am I afraid? I don't think so!  A place full of sadness, a place full of pain. So there's anything to live for, no future, no past, So there’s the end of this life at last.                              ...

  Start a New I don’t want to, But I must start a new. With no one to trust. You are now gone, Will never come back. Happiness and love, What i now lack. Help me from Wherever you are, To start all a new. I don’t know where to start, Don’t know what to do. I hate to live Without you here But can’t with you either. Why did you have to lie? Why must I shed another tear?              Written by - Nayanika Pal.  Background photography - Ritaban Chanda.  Date - 23rd February, 2021.

  Unreachable Hope Sitting in the dark corner, Hope of light burning in you Far, but waiting for a closer look; Hope to get out of dark, Hope to be free to fly again, Hope is just a lighted candle in dark. Get up and catch the light, Burn with the light; But the fear is much deeper. It is not simply cold or hot ; What makes me a weeper, Is the fear of loosing all I've got. It's the fear of fear itself, That keeps me up at night. The fear of fear itself, Is what keeps happiness out of my sight.  How much I try, The light seems to be unreachable. At some point I give up, And like watching the hope of light From the corner rather than chasing it...  Written by -Nayanika Pal Artwork - Sayani Karmakar  Date - 19th February, 2021.

  SHADES The moving world meets us with persons so many Some stays with us, some goes leaving memories of any We justify all from our instinct of thoughts Thinking about their presence in life's subplots. Some we bless as good, and to some, curse as bad But is it right? Are the logics not wrong that we had? None of us are good and none are bad It's our perceptions that makes us happy and sad White for good and black for bad as we give the grades But none are if any colour, they are the shades.                                                                   Written by  - Ayan  Background photography : Ritaban Chanda.  Date : 5th February, 2021.