four poems by Prosenjit Nath
Today’s post feature four poems under the title Buried, But Breathing by Prosenjit Nath. He explores the inner landscapes of thought, culture, and identity with clarity and passion in following pieces where personal experiences are transformed into evocative prose
1. “Echoes That Refuse to Fade”
You walk past me now
As if silence erased your footsteps,
As if the nights we built
Were never carved into bone.
But memory—
It is not dust.
It does not scatter so easily.
You wear a new smile,
Soft, effortless, rehearsed,
And the world applauds
The version of you
That never knew me.
Tell me—
Does peace come so cheap?
Or did you trade it
For the weight I carry still?
I speak less these days,
Not because I have healed,
But because pain
Learns to sit quietly
When it is ignored too long.
And you—
You chose distance like freedom,
But distance remembers
Every direction it ran from.
One day,
In the stillness between breaths,
You will hear it—
A whisper you cannot outrun.
Not my voice,
But your own reflection
Calling you back
To what you buried alive.
And when it does,
Do not search for me.
I will be gone—
But the echo
Will remain.
2. “The Weight You Left Behind”
You left like a season changing—
Quietly,
Without asking
What it would destroy.
And I stayed,
Counting the ruins
As if they were stars
That once meant something.
You speak now of moving on,
Of brighter days,
Of lighter hearts—
But tell me,
Did you carry none of it with you?
Because I did.
Every word unsaid,
Every promise undone,
Every fracture hidden
Behind your easy goodbye.
Time did not heal me—
It stretched me thin,
Pulled me across days
That refused to end.
And still,
I learned to stand.
Not whole—
But unbroken enough
To breathe again.
You think distance is mercy,
That forgetting is grace,
But some wounds
Do not ask for remembrance—
They demand return.
And when it comes—
Not loudly,
Not in anger—
But in a quiet collapse of certainty—
You will feel it.
The weight
You left behind.
And in that moment,
You will understand
Why some goodbyes
Never truly leave.
3. “When Silence Speaks”
There was a time
Your name felt like shelter,
Like something I could rest inside
Without fear of falling.
Now it is just a sound
I avoid in crowded rooms,
A memory
That refuses to sit still.
You moved on like it was simple,
Like love was a page
You could turn without reading twice.
But I stayed—
Between the lines,
Tracing meanings
That no longer belonged to me.
They say healing is quiet,
But no one speaks of
How loud silence becomes
When you are left alone in it.
I learned to live with absence,
To breathe through the hollow spaces
You carved into my days.
Still—
There are moments
When everything stops,
And I feel it again.
Not you—
But the absence of you,
Heavy,
Unforgiving,
Unfinished.
And I wonder—
Do you ever pause?
Do you ever feel
The ghost of what we were
Brushing past your certainty
Because I do.
And I know this—
Some stories do not end.
They wait.
And one day,
In the quiet you cannot escape,
Silence will speak—
And it will sound
Exactly like me.
4. “The Debt of Tears”
You walk so lightly now, As if the past was never yours—
As if the nights you shattered me
Were swallowed by the silence of time.
But listen—
Time does not forget.
It only waits.
People say, live in the present,
But the present is a fragile lie.
It cracks under the weight of memory,
It trembles with every buried scream.
You may laugh today,
You may build your world on new hands,
But tell me—
Can happiness grow
On soil watered with someone else’s pain?
You left me with storms in my chest,
With words that still echo in empty rooms, With a heart that learned
How to bleed without making a wound.
And you?
You chose the sun—
But forgot
You cast a shadow behind you.
Remember this—
Pain does not vanish.
It transforms. It waits.
It returns.
Karma is not a threat,
It is a mirror.
One day, in some quiet moment,
You will meet yourself
In the reflection of my tears.
And when it comes—
When your chest tightens for no reason, When your nights refuse to end,
When your smile feels like a borrowed mask—
You will understand.
You will count every tear
The way I once did,
You will hold your breath
The way I once did,
You will break
The way I once did.
Not because I wished it— But because time demands balance.
So go,
Live your present.
Build your illusions.
Forget me if you must.
But know this—
The past you buried in me
Is still alive.
And one day,
Without warning,
Without mercy—
It will find you.
— Prosenjit Nath
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Introduction
Prosenjit Nath is a technocrat, poet, and storyteller whose life bridges logic and lyricism. A lifelong lover of literature, His work reflects a rare fusion of analytical precision and artistic depth, marking him as both a visionary thinker and a compelling voice in contemporary writing.
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