One year went by in such a rush

Countless hours of listening to instant crush

The dirty dingy mess of a room

All reminds me of you


The endless cycle of crush and roll

Left in the hostel a gaping hole

Tra and tri, words to live by

The guy with an infectious smile


The disco light gathers dust now

Waiting to adorn another room

Even 124 has become boring

Without you


Gaming with you while life sped fast by us

Sometimes slower in an endless loop

Damn, where did you go Datta

The glue of our group


The man who could eat anything, For food he was never shy,

It’s not weird that he would eat raw coffee,

The guy was epic, calm, peaceful,

And forever high


Conversations are incomplete without your epiphanies

36th, 37th order and the kaenchi, cuts me like a knife

An annoyed chavan and the home of 3 rats,

That’s the Datta way of life

Anish Ghatak

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The streets follow me around,
Like a tedious argument,
It doesn't end with a destination in mind,
or with a crossroad of choice

We work in vain, for the pain of success,
Leads less to the bed of roses and more to the agony of thorns
I'm not a pied piper, to make people follow my word
I'm just a man with no home in mind
Let others lead me to where their emotions don't follow behind

A drained rose, devoid of color,
A dried leaf nestled between pages,
Hundreds of visions and revisions,
And grief in stages and stages.
He remembers and keeps keepsakes,
Memoirs of sweet nothings turned bitter,
Whilst the swinger turns the heavy hitter

She's gone my friend, two months don't make,
You're more than what you bring to the take,
Dust up , brush down, toast till healthy brown,
At the end, bring that cheque,
Finally it'll be ready, your deck



Woke up to a dirty mirror ,
Hasn’t been wiped in a year,
Woke up to an unused mirror,
Hasn’t been seen in a year

Stained, cracked ,punched and stacked,
Hidden away ,dusty , musty and old,
A once shiny ,prerequisite to present ,
It’s a mirror ,nothing more could it represent

Used my finger, drew a heart from dust,
That lay upon the glass, like an ocean,
The glass in itself , stained with rust ,
Shiny no more , a valid notion

A year past, it was my favourite mirror,
It showed me truths and I accepted gladly,
A year later, it’s unused , covered with layers,
While I ask a new mirror for the truth, madly

Foundation Of Answers

The mirror is a reflection of us ,
It shows the truth in every form ,
why is the mirror a reflection of us ?
Why aren’t we , a reflection, of it ?

Many possibilities crowd over me ,
Like a mob , watching yet doing nothing ,
Pointing at me and making assumptions,
I reach , no hand reaches back , no contact
Just thin air and ignorance allow that .

Can love be loved by a lover ?
Can love be a feeling that has feelings ?
Time , the ultimate guvnor ,
Can he/she be measured in meanings ?

The sea is blue and so is sky ,
The cosmos is new and so am I
What is old may never die ,
What is young may never fly
A world we’ve built upon answers of questions,
That never mattered at all

Anger drives us , primal mode
Smiles drive is in other loads ,
We are machines yet we build robots
To show we are more evolved than before

Biology is a cloak , we hide behind again
We’re human , we have feelings
Created by us , they all have meanings
So if we created humans and almighty created us ,
Who created him? Discuss😀

Anish Ghatak


A post on a wall, transparent for all ,
Views posted like childs play ,
Meanings brought out,
we’ll draw blood today

A debate it starts , ends with a view
A true face i can put onto you ,
A phoenix of fire that you burn in your soul,
On social media you’ll be Dr. jekyll,
In reality, Mr. Hyde shall show

Lonely is the world devoid of emotion,
lust for logic begets more views of hate,
Slight strong language ensues anger between friends ,
It turns into a bloodbath, instead of an innocent debate

Tread carefully my love , this path is wretched to the core ,
A man looking for logic garners no respect,
His knowledge is useless, he’s a whore

To be shunned by society is a goal not forseen ,
Yet it happens , ever so often again,
Dont look for logic in keyboard warriors ,
They’ll drive you insane
They’ll drive you insane…

Anish Ghatak

Thandi Chai

Bohot din ho gaye , main gaya nahi aapke paas ,
Bohot din ho gaye , main gaya nahi aapke paas,
socha tha aapko hoga, thode khalipan ka ehsaas,
Dekha tha aapko , Dard se muh mod liya,
Parantu aapne to apne guroor ko chun liya,
Jaise ek bachha khilauno ke saath khelta,
Apne masoom man ko jhat se badalta,
Aapne waise hi hume badal diya,
Koi lamha socha tak nahi

Socha tha boodey honey tak rahenge hum saath,
Dosto yeh dosti ke man se keh raha hu,
Pyaar nahi tha mujhko kabhi,
Koi aashiq nahi, jo bhaavnao me beh raha hu,
Socha tha zindagi me safar me, mujh jaisa koi humsafar mila hai,
Koi saathi, koi dost, koi rahi mila hai,
Lekin aapne waspis chai pe bulaya hi nahi ,
Aur main bas gupshup ki yaadon me reh gaya

Gaur farmaiye,
Main galat nahi Hu , mere liye,
Main galat nahi Hu , mere liye,
Duniya chahe meri burai karey,

Main bas nadaan tha, jo soch liya,
Ke dosti me sachhai hoti hai

Chalo maan liya guroor tumhara ,
Bacchey hi reh gaye tum , bada ho gaya main ,
Naadaniya ki tumne, aur khafa ho gaya main,
Lekin ae dost , ae dost , yeh bata
Tu kaisa hai re , ke tereko kabhi,
Mere kami ka ehsaas tak nahi hua ?

Anish Ghatak


A rainy day brought a smile to my face
Memories of paper boats and puddles
Shining through faded photographs
Simple childhood of mine

Those evening strolls with dadu
Bargaining for a lolly , sometimes a kit kat
God how I wish that paper boat comes back ,
And sails me back to that time

Dadi’s stories of princes and kings
Her brushing of my hair , a distant memory so missed!
Feeding me rice with names for every bite
And the sweet at the end of a meal

Dad coming home to play cricket with me
Stressed at work but still grinning happily
Mom chasing me round house
While I hide under the bed , like Jerry the mouse

The family photograph that was rare for me
Dad racing with the camera , trying to catch me smile
These memories etched in me, rest forgot
Only photographs will remember till the end of time

He’s no one

Closed eyes , feeling every breath ,
Only his voice resounds , rest is noise ,
Took one step at aqua point ,
One last drag of his favourite joint ,
And he fell .. and he fell

The fall was short but was enough ,
The jump was hard , but not tough ,
As he fell, he felt his worries alleviate ,
His mind cleared , no more hate

He blamed himself before his fall,
He blamed his life , after giving it all,
He blamed the hill that drove him mad ,
And now he blames no one

The fall was different , from the rest of his works ,
He felt weightless , the hill was his burden and now he is free ,
A stand taken by him, the last stand if you may,
The fall is short , but it’s his longest till date

No more of judgements by kids playing god ,
No more arguments over petty things , or not,
He isn’t cool or loaded like many ,
So no one will miss him when he’s gone

His Cocoon

He’s different , not the same you’d remember,
As tame as he was, he’s gone now,
He’s put on a mask , to hide away,
What name he had, is gone now

You caused him to turn away, from humanity and innocence alike,
You caused him to burn ,
It’s you who caused his soul to die,
Yet you helped him learn

Pain doesn’t drive a man, anger cannot kill,
Vodka won’t distract him, after he’s had his fill,
So roll another one , for he’s has to get high ,
It’s better to see him fake a laugh, than to see him cry

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