Sadness is Beautiful*

I always stuck in that one emotion every time,
Where everything goes resilient in my mind.
Sadness is something called reality,
A situation in which I am able to call my loved ones, truly.

Sadness is poetry,
Every word that carves in the paper,
Shocked in ink of sadness.
A time when you feel others' condition,
Others' pain, others' mission.

I lived in that moment most of the time,
I recall every moment of you and mine.
A first day of school,
My first cry, that I recall.
Your hand behind the seat of my bicycle,
My cake to be cut, placed in your mouth so typical.

I always wonder what will this happiness be about,
A kaleidoscope of my emotions, no doubt.
Every color, you are there in my eyes,
My eyes don't have words to say, only sighs.

I always remember that day I was lost,
In that very last evening, I hugged you tight first, no cost.
I only regret not doing it again,
I’m afraid of something, I don’t even comprehend.

But still, I want to say thank you,
I never became worthy of you, but you are always true.
Priceless to me, like a rare gem,
Sadness is the only thing that helps me see when.

Sadness is the way to see you in my presence, forever last,
All types of emotions are with you, yet sadness makes me laugh.

By Mayank Tripathi or just a MISTAKE

O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN!!

My past is something like no one care,
A beautiful childhood,
Where morning is just begin,
Rush to open television
In the sharp morning of 5
A world where I get my peace to reside.

BY VEDANTA ANAGHA

O CAPTAIN!! MY CAPTAIN!!

Before the Sun die,
I know you never going to cry,
I know you never going ask me why,
Before the Moon die,
I know you never going to say me Hi,
I know you never going love as I die.
Before the Poet die,
I know your words never going fly,
Never going to write about me lie.

O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN!!
By Vedanta Anagha

What I heard was complete silence.
I recently saw a man with no words—
A quiet admirer of this world.
Phone in his left hand,
Pressed gently to his ear,
Standing as if talking to the sky,
Standing as if hearing the heart.

I stood behind him, lost in myself.
My call was full of words,
The air offered soft, gentle love.
I didn’t hear the voice,
I didn’t hear the whispers.

I try to join him in the peaceful crowd.
I try to understand—to hear what silence is about.
He is quiet. He is honest.
My words cut through the edges of recovery.
He gives all of himself to the voice he hears.

What I learned today was just a mistake—
One I make every day.
His calm gaze pierces the world.
His zipped lips speak every truth.
To me, He is now a teacher.
And I call him–

Good Evening, Sir!

O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN!!

Wolves have tears—so true and divine,
A drop of water—but you are blind.
Tears are regret for being like others,
Tears are faith to prove, I am real.

Eyes tell the truth of the story untold,
A monster is kind-hearted in veins of gold.
Born with someone who cares,
Forced to become like others' snares.

By Vedanta Anagha

O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN!!

I try to wish, but I stop.
I think back in time—
Which wish of mine ever came true?

When the one who loves beyond the sky
Hears my thoughts, hears my grief,
He grants only a single wish:

Finally, I know how to cry.
I know how to hide in the crowd.
The thing I was incapable of—
It has finally come true.

He is the real God,
Who makes every bad thing come true.
Finally, I know how to close the door.
I am a grown man,
And men don't cry.
Finally, I know how to leave in silence.

By Vedanta Anagha

When she call
O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN!!

She said she likes my simplicity.
She said she calls me everything.
When I told her, “Go home—just stay on the call,”
She turned back—on your call, back home.

I said, “Don’t come, it’s far away.”
She said, “I care.”
She said, “I know you well.”

I am the brother—
And I love it when she calls.

By Vedanta Anagha/Mayank Tripathi

Dear Anagha,

In a crowd full of people who know you, who admire you, and who try to be seen by you, I’m the quiet one. I don’t stand out. I don’t shout. But I’m always there — silently watching, silently walking out, with a kind of affection that doesn’t need attention. Just kindness. Just presence.

You’re beautiful — not just because of how you look, but because of how simple and genuine you are. That’s what draws me in. Your simplicity is rare, and it makes everything about you feel so real and honest.

Sometimes, I find your thoughts drifting into mine. It's strange, how even without knowing everything about you, I feel connected to the way you move, speak, think. I feel like I’m the one quietly hidden behind your eyes — unnoticed, but always there.
I see your eyes, it is black at night, brown at the presence of sunlight, and when I look into it, I only see myself.

Your voice… the first time I heard it, it stayed with me. It’s not just beautiful — it’s powerful, Like Haven in the air. And every time I see you, I find myself falling for you again. I can’t help it.

I try to make you laugh. Maybe it’s just my way of feeling a little closer to you, of hoping you’ll see me. Hoping, maybe, you’ll smile because of me. Thinking, if you smile, you fall for me, but whenever you smile, I am the one how fallen twice as hard as I find.

You might never know all of this. But I just wanted you to know that somewhere in the crowd, there’s someone who sees you differently. Quietly. Completely.

The stars above seem to know,
The secret words I dare not show.
Their light dances soft, pure, and true,
Echoing my silent, "I love you."

Yours Mayank,
Someone who cares more than you know.

O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN!!

A cigarette in my hand,
helping me to understand.
I say the words with no regret:
“This is my LAST CIGARETTE.”

By Vedanta Anagha (Mayank Tripathi)


Note: Title is poem, LAST CIGGERATE. This two words are alone able to create whole poetry in it.

O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN!!

Today I saw, oh, quite the sight,
A man on a pole, dressed in black-tight.
Crowds gathered, police gave a shout,
“What’s your name? What’s this about?”

He stood tall, his voice so deep,
“I am Batman,” made the crowd leap.
A silence fell, then laughter grew,
Till another yelled, “I’m Batman too!”

Each man then puffed their chest in pride,
“I’m the hero,” they all replied.
From pole to street, the claim was grand,
Each one a savior of this land.

Yet as the scene turned to delight,
We all forgot the true dark knight.
For Batman isn’t just a name—
It’s every man’s secret, heroic claim.

By Vedanta Anagha (Mayank Tripathi)

O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN!!

A piece of mine, that looks so fine,
Yet I never mattered in the fragile line.
Let them paint me cruel, unworthified-
A villain crafted by their own design.

They tell the tail in the black and white,
While casting shadows in the light.
But I just want to say goodbye-
No exit applause, no final bow, no crowd-defined.

I murdered myself to end this night,
Just to see you happy, see you smile
-even the cloud cloud feel it right.
I'm not wrong, I was cast as the  villain,
Because it's easier to call you divine.

The truth unfolds, still lost in time,
And maybe it's simpler-
To be the villain than explain what's behind.

By Vedanta Anagha (Mayank Tripathi)

O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN!!

I am a god and this world I made,
Where light once danced and dreams once played.
There's a house where a little boy stayed.
A little boy called out my name,
Wishing for more than just normal worldly game.

I held his hand while he lay asleep,
I called to him from slumber deep.
I saw his face, so pale and still,
When he opens his eyes and saw me,
And asked, "Are you the god who will?"

I simply nodded, lost in graze.
"Can you help?" , He softly said.
A voice so faint, so filled with dread.

But I, the poorest of all-
I can't bestow what mortal call.
A piece of soul, or gift of gold,
My power faint, my hand grown cold.

He hoped in me-I let him down,
A god in shame, without a crown.
Tears ran wild, I gripped his hand,
He asked again to understand:

"Can you help me, make me sound?
A picture of me music around."
But I stood silent, weak, and torn.
The second passed; his eyes grew still.

I stood in silence, felt the chill,
I turned away, my heart like lead.
I could not steal him back from dead.

No breath to give, no life to lend,
Not even comfort at the end.
A fading god with empty hand.
Too weak to help, to understand.

I am the poorest god who holds no power,
To give his own soul in that final hour.
I am that God who failed the boy's last plea,
To change the script and set him free.

By Vedanta Anagha (Mayank Tripathi)

O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN!!

Walking under the moon, wishing for you,
In the still of the night, my heart beats for you.
You may be my house, a shelter so strong.
But I am your home, where you truly belong.

By Vedanta Anagha (Mayank Tripathi)