Noren

Edition XXXVIII

Nocturnal Musings - by Tirtho 'Noren' Banerjee (Photo by Tiko Giorgadze)Photo credit: Tiko Giorgadze

Nocturnal Musings

By Noren

The weariness of the relentless night
beckons relics of a memory
that stab at my loneliness.
An old, crushed desire
stings an inward dying impulse,
a restlessness blazes
in the abyss of a buried agony.
A desperation long tamed
blurs the sight of my thoughts.

The strange disquiet in an aching silence
yells to be heard.
A tear swells up in my heart,
sighs sob without a voice.
The hurt seizes my vulnerable breath
and charges at unsaid feelings
that can’t be felt in words.

I want to be taken away by sleep
I want to fall into the lap of numbness
but haunting vestiges poach on
my innocent solitude
and despair of an irrevocable loss
drags the reluctant feet of my helplessness
into a darkness where dead passions
turn into phantoms and perpetually slay the soul.


Edition XXVI

Can We - by Noren (Tirtho Banerjee) (Photo by DJ)Photo credit: DJ

Can We?

By Noren

Can our adult hearts stay apolitical
with leanings injected into our babyish blood?

Can our undying souls be spiritual
with distorted interpretations of religion swaying our faith?

Can we really love with that selfless devotion
when building a wall of ego is deemed as strength?

Can we want less and still be at peace
while greediness branches its roots into our psyche?

Can fame teach us a lesson in modesty
as it slips out of the hand? 

Can we feel the thrill in beauty
as we try to outsmart nature with ugly means?

Can loneliness become solitude
which doesn’t cage us, but liberates?

Can the truth of an emotion be unveiled
amid hypocrisy of all those masked words?

Can we live a moment of glory
without thinking about the end of an eternity?


Edition XXIV

The Urban Truth - by Noren (Tirtho Banerjee) (Photo by Clem Onojeghuo)Photo credit: Clem Onojeghuo

The Urban Truth

By Noren

We have become cities
Our dreams high-rises
which feel the morning haze.

Our hearts swanky malls
which are always abuzz, but lonely.

Our ambitions crawling cars
which pollute innocence.

Our thoughts metro trains
which run only between fixed destinations.

Our bodies are urban landscapes
which are eroding
our souls.


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