One more time

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I flared a smile,

Met by contempt

 You looked down at me.

I did everything

Explained you frantically

You didn’t believe.

You said things

I was hurt

You were hurt.

Did things end?

Yes,

One more time...

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ps: To my Bestest Friend.

Fountain

I rise from you
Up, ecstatic
I fall back to you
Rejoiced, rippled
Collected in a pool
Tranquilized, possessed.


I am finding myself
After losing 
Into you.

I Am Home.

Grim air

To light spirits.

Thick accent

To endless chuckles.

Last minute cramming

To laid back readings.

High on caffeine nights

To many coffee tables.
A bunch of greets

To greeting slangs.

Pleasing allies

To hailing sidekicks.
Victory after victory

To relishing life;

I am here,

I am home.
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ps: For Thakur & Virus.
pps: Blog begins at home. 


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Divine Puppets. 

Anonymous

Disheveled in mind

Thoughts;

They born, they break.

What pained was

When I didn't reach them

For they had reached me .

And the ones which remained unattended

Were the ones which were amply me

Scattered everywhere

Ranting hard, such a show-off !

Docilely now

I very much stand here

Don't I?

Then succumbed to anonymity

Who was it?

DURGA

A familiar fragrance grows on you
the light smoke
sketching an aura divine.
The vivid vermillion around
spreads strong.
And walking through the string of diyas
Intense.

I stand before her;
Ablazed.

Image by: Anirban Chakraborty

Gift?

The silver box is packed
In the hope to see a smile
The folds pressing love
Layer by layer...


The silver box is opened
In disbelief
And numbness creeps in
With each fold.


That smile slowly fades away
And instead
A tear is dropped.


Wouldn't you love such a gift?

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Diamond

Undiscovered, rare.

And just the rough they saw !

How do I blame them?

For

It needs to be me

To see you.

Utopia It Is…

Today he’s laughing

Today’s he’s enjoying

Full of life, full of love

A day of his puppets

Reflects his verve.

A perfect day planned for them

A classic you see begins;

They yearned for it

So out of reach it seemed

But today they are living their dream.

The subtle fragrance of incense and flowers

Gently wafts in the breeze

Yes truly this is

How it begins!

Purity of hearts

Serenity of minds

That’s how the utopian mates

Were puppets divine.

Gurgling water splashing over stones

The bubbles dance, sings that song

Of the joy that each moment holds

The endless tale of eternal bliss

Putting life to lifeless

Utopia it is…

Making way through those slippery stones

A quest to capture moments so fine

Those cheers and floating laughter

Gawd! It’s all so hard to define.

The melted chocolate

Slaking the souls

Both of them

Enjoying the luxury of their roles

The air of togetherness

Raising the spirits

And those silly attempts to startle, amuse and tease

Aah! Utopia it is…

The master rejoices

For putting up such a fine show

With a heavy heart he drops the curtain

And his tears of joy begins to pour

But the magic of this day will never cease

That’s why we say

Utopia it is

Utopia it is…

Wonder

Ecstasy

is to find 

what you lost

ages ago.

What you dreamt today

can still be lived !

But

to live

a day spent

years ago is;

Wonder.

Someday...

My contours ripple

neatly combed by waters

gushes smooth

will soon be carried by the billows

miles away...

You sit there

gazing strongly

where in depths

I lie...

And again

you smile today.

I meet you here everyday

hoping that the stream

would flow back

someday...

Here & Now

Life @ SVL...

expressions of a member

"The depth of a relation does not depend upon the length of acquaintanceship."

                                                - Rabindranath Tagore

It will soon turn out to be an year of glorious association but the fond memories and experiences I'll take from here are profound and worth cherishing.

It goes far beyond the connect of being a reader and books to a level of being a member and a family. The latter though primary is still uncommon.

And I feel so lucky and blessed to have experienced it all.

Study groups, passionate quizzers, objective clubs, enthusiasts of various- it serves not just to be a pool of many but lets the interests of few also survive.

Education workshops, quizzes, debate, book releases and other such events help establish a sense of awareness. And not only this it also gives an alarm to one's own interests.

I've seen myself grow inside out here, an extreme difference both individually and societally by the platform it provides to its members. 

It has upsurged wide array of my personality and has groomed me gradually.

Now that I move on to next level in my career, I know I have a mentor and friends here who will be the plinth when I have a journey ahead. Swami Vivekananda Library has given me a mentor that moulded me in the best possible way.

My sincere thanks to this place. I love to be a part of it.

Regards,

A proud family member.

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Sometimes you need to go unguarded

To face the world

At times you need to be raw

To be apart from the herd.

Things have to be forgotten

To start new ones

Things have to be remembered 

To reload your guns.

Whatever you desire

You rise up to reach 

But midway you might feel 

It's not exactly what you seek.

Then what do you do?

Fall back disheartened!

No, there's nothing wrong anywhere

You just had your realization.

I'm in no mood to preach

Just want to say

That the best things in life

Cannot be found by incessant scour

But best when they are self- realized.

ps: I leave it to you all to connect the above two. 

pps:Million Thanks to Laxmi Sharan Mishra Sir.

LIFE

Something prompted me to share this poem with you all which I wrote during fag end of my school days.These lines appeased me when I actually couldn't enucleate them myself. And now that the bequeathed wisdom is coming to fruition, I have to say this about life. The little I understand of it per se...


Good times, bad times
Come and go…

Love and hatred
Yes and no…

Dreams and nightmares
To and fro…

Black and white
Hawk and dove…

Yes, its life
Off-off, glow.


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ps: Thanks a lot Thousif   for the lovely award.

A bit of Tulika...

Hello Friends,
I realize that it's about time I should share something with you all. I just received  a reminder that it was time for my next post. Having read this reminder my gaze fell upon my cupboard which has a paper pasted on which some lines are scribbled in my handwriting. So I thought it would be delightful on my part to tell you something that I've always cherished, that something that marks the inception of my passion for poetry. I used to read various poets till then but they were more like happened to come across reads. But after I read this poet it really made me passionate about poetry. Fernando Pessoa, one of my most favourite poets had actually broken  the mould with those lines and  the very demarcation established was endless.A few lines from this verse are etched in me and I'll post it marking them in bolds. It's one of the most beautiful verses I've ever read.

THE KEEPER OF SHEEP II

My gaze is clear like a sunflower.
It is my custom to walk the roads
Looking right and left
And sometimes looking behind me,
And what I see at each moment
Is what I never saw before,
And I’m very good at noticing things.
I’m capable of feeling the same wonder
A newborn child would feel
If he noticed that he’d really and truly been born.
I feel at each moment that I’ve just been born
Into a completely new world…

I believe in the world as in a daisy,
Because I see it. But I don’t think about it,
Because to think is to not understand.
The world wasn’t made for us to think about it
But to look at it and to be in agreement.

I have no philosophy, I have senses…
If I speak of Nature it’s not because I know it
But because I love it,
Loving does not mean 
What they love, why they love.

To love is eternal innocence,
And innocence is not to think of it… 


I hope you all like it.
Best regards,
Tulika

Dusk

Blades golden brown
crisply stretched around
popped up goats out of nowhere.


Faraway a vast velvet green
lay over a giant
into one deep sleep
enticing dense fog and
a crescent.


Pellucid waters
volatile of vision
changed a course there
and made it  here
gushes in 
exploring calm...


Disappearing into night 
trees grow dark and
there's a spirit
light.

ps: Thanks for telling me to look out of the window.

Rose

Neatly pressed in those pages

Turned golden

Is my red rose

Turned golden

Are the days of yore.

Carrying soft fragrance

Of some old world

Still preserved in those petals.

Takes me to a place

Where winning some silly game

My cheers grow loud

And your eyes gleamed

I didn’t know

Why!

A smile collected

On a page

A page etched

Of a rose.

Red.. yellow.. Gold..

My life nothing

But  strokes

Of  few fond colours.

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As I hold these grains of sand

It aches to see them 

Slip away.

A curtain specked

Unfurled through my fingers.

Away...

Away it goes...

And then a smile escapes.

I know one day

Each one would come back as
Pearl.

ps: Cheers to gorgeous moments..!!

Reflections...

The alchemist picked up a book that someone in the caravan had brought. Leafing through the pages, he found a story about Narcissus.

The alchemist knew the legend of Narcissus, a youth who knelt daily beside a lake to contemplate his own beauty. He was so fascinated by himself that, one morning, he fell into the lake and drowned. At the spot where he fell, a flower was born, which was called the narcissus.

But this was not how the author of the book ended the story.

He said that when Narcissus died, the goddesses of the forest appeared and found the lake, which had been fresh water, transformed into a lake of salty tears.

“Why do you weep?” the goddesses asked.

“I weep for Narcissus,” the lake replied.

“Ah, it is no surprise that you weep for Narcissus,” they said, “For though we always pursued him in the forest, you alone could contemplate his beauty close at hand.”

“But…was Narcissus beautiful?” the lake asked.

“Who better than you to know that?” the goddesses said in wonder. “After all, it was by your banks that he knelt each day to contemplate himself!”

The lake was silent for some time. Finally, it said:

“I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected.”

--Excerpt from Alchemist by Paul Coelho--

I have always been enchanted with these lines. 

And with this beautiful thought I bid you all adieu as exams are just around the corner. But I'll be right back next month and will surely catch up with some reading in between. I will miss you all. I mean it.

Warm regards, 
Tulika

Me Verses You…

Gaze pressed against frozen window pane

And humming some long forgotten tune

Spawning corn fields 

Of thin air

That slowly turn golden

Of your warm memories.

Reminded of a familiar scent

Taking places

Glimmering our happy faces.

Snowed for years

But a spread of sun over it

And pellucid cascade

Bathed in own soul.

Gush pristine

Of a quill possessed

Overwhelmed

Words few

Is me verses you…

Rare Sojourn…

Soft breeze,

Endless water,

Pondering …

Yeah, what else!

Waves combed to your contours.

It seems the world has fallen in love with you.

Forgotten rains, melted crests,

Gushing past me.

 The cool calm reminisces,

Gushing inside me.

Your numerous smiles,

Of forgotten origins fly across.

Aah...You,

One elixir,

A paragon of love unleashed.

Some agitation…

The Adam’s ale brewing,

Intoxicated, dancing to some wild tune,

Disturbing my impassioned thoughts.

The small swirls swell bigger,

And up comes one beauty.

Astonished, afraid,

 I retreat.

She sits by me,

Drying her tresses.

Myriad questions, tongue tied,

I gaze in disbelief.

And when she looked into my eyes,

More surprised she seemed.

Staring at me,

She made a brief greet.

I uttered hard:

Oh Mermaid!

Does water spirit really exist?

Those great tales of yore.

Vague chimera, another fantasy.

But now I see.

 Nodded delightedly,

 And then she bade.

Calling her back I asked,

 The purpose of rare sojourn we had.

To my curiosity

Of being at the brim

Heard of late,

She sang this hymn,

Oh Gal!

Does Love really exist?

Those great tales of yore.

Vague chimera, another fantasy.

But now I see.

One’s life,

Another’s folklore.

Smiles, further smiles,

And both plunged into life once more.

Waves combed to your contours.

Yes, the world has fallen in love with you.

Arm around my shoulder

And softly you say,

Come, let’s go home

Getting dark by the bay!

~Possessed by Artist~