poems for aesthetes

𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍

1) 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌
-I sat on that lonely balcony,
looking at the mighty sun
bowing down to the serene reign of darkness.
The sky was filled with iridescent combination of orange and pink...
for a brief moment,
the sky suddenly lit up with the brightness
of the setting sun,
and then the tranquil darkness took over.
It was as if a person took his last deep breath before going in an eternal rest.....
The beautiful moon, shone brightly in the pool of darkness,
just like a lotus blooms and
shines in stagnant water.
The merry moon gleamed up this
weary world with an outfit of silver-white rays of light.
It created a kalopsia for a temporary peace of mind. For night is the time
when all souls tries to keep aside
the wars of the day
and sleeps like an innocent child in the warmth of their beds.
-Debayan Das

2) 𝑳𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒆
I sat in that foggy cemetery in the forest,
I could hear the faint chirping of the birds,
and the gentle splashing and burble of water
from a nearby waterfall.
It was a blissful selcouth,
my heart was filled with a mysteriously peaceful vibe.
I looked around, there were tall pine trees,
their stems and branches covered with moss,
the forest floor and the cemetery were covered with layers of fog,
as if it was hugging and hiding the hallow grounds.
I could hear the buzzing of crickets and insects
and faint cawing of some crows from far away. Soothing winds blew now and then,
making the pine trees sway from side to side,
the rustling of the leaves contributed to the spooky and eerie kalopsia.
I was sitting there, resting my back
against my dead girlfriend's gravestone
with my head down holding her favourite pink orchids in my hand....
-Debayan Das

3)𝑫𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔
-I was driving through the lonely forest road, the sky was dark and overcast.
the road was neat and black and wet with the drops from heaven's visage.
The bright yellow headlights of my car, penetrated through the mystical fog that covered the road and the rest of the forest. I could smell the petrichor of the beautiful afternoon rain.
the dark green pine trees stood confident in the rain on the marshy lands.
The sound of the car's wipers
and the rain drops on the roof
of the car and the light vibrating grumble of the engine was creating a uncomfortably peaceful ambience. There were no other cars on that road, so i gently increased my car's speed...
i noticed the green mosses on the
dark brown woody trunks of the pine trees. As i entered the small town called "Belle",
i heard the faint sound of the
church bells coming from a distance. the rain started to slow down,
the sky was filled with golden rays of the setting sun...
-Debayan Das

4)𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔
-A cloudy red sky...
it was drizzling mildly,
it was almost three am,
i was sitting on the balcony
gazing aimlessly at the lightning between the clouds.
I then remembered the first time
i fell in love...
things were so unpretentious,
no complications, no ego, no cheating,
just simple innocent desire to be with that person.
But as time passed, complications increased,
love transformed into a collection of insecurities and petty jealousy.
i thought that she made me happy,
and twas true,
but, i also thought that,
that in her absence, was i just a sad depressed soul? who am i without her?
I was afraid, what if we made all the memories that could be possible, then what? what about us? do we pretend that our love is over?
that the spark is gone?
i wondered back then,
what if she would find someone better than me? would all the promises and commitments

fall apart and get scattered like the dry leaves of autumn,
getting mashed below people's shoes?
But my "pointless overthinking"
did proved to be true,
you did find someone else
whom you thought is "better" than me... and you left me stranded all alone,
on the road we've travelled so far, together.... with all the memories we made
striking my vulnerable soul as bullets.
All the precious and good memories became my worst nightmare when you left.
The thunder grumbled, i realized
it was almost four am, and i need to sleep to get the energy to keep up my fake facade of being "fine" in front of people,
because i was too tired to explain them
the reason of my sadness.
-Debayan Das