Bride

Crimson hues
Trickling down from the very being
Fresh it is
And growing deep
Intrinsic... Pure...


The silvers chime
Striking melodies
Of numerous joys.
The ornate attire
Depicting the bliss
Is a display of patterns within.


Infinite emotions sprout
From a restless soul
Yet tranquilized by a magical silence around
That leaves no space for words.

Amidst everything, I get old.

Random steps

Nowhere they lead to

A journey alone

And destination unknown.

The birds there

Must have told you

With them for so long

But to them you don’t belong…

Walking for years now

On same path
I’ve made a mark

Of my presence

…persistence.

No, I’m not complaining

I was made for you

(To be ruined by you).

You have not forgotten me

Just can’t

I believe in it

I believe in the silence around.

--x-x---

The tiny little droplets

Slowly drip away

But remember one thing;

Amidst everything

I get old.

Window

My small window

I had thought

It was to

Bring in some light.

But I failed

To realize

It was also to

Pour out some.

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.

Disoriented

Opening a book

That I know I would never read

Scribbling on last page of my notebook

Amongst a frantic crowd
Earnest discussions
And one nonsense

Walking the longest stretch at marketplace

With nothing to buy

Ominous silence

And an old friend

Declaring defeat

To avoid further trial.

Never to be visited again…

I won’t write me anymore

It’s as if I pretend

Scribbling unnecessary mirth

Or pouring down exaggerated woes.

Such a show-off

Drawing attention

I make you laugh

When I’m overjoyed

Agonized

I inflict you with same.

I describe things

Metaphorically

That leaves you stuck

Pondering…

I complicate things

Leaving it worded

Entangled in close knit of ideas

I put forward a brief state

And that is;

Never to be visited again…

ps: This blog isn't shutting down ! Paradoxical you may say.

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?

He loves me/ He loves me not !

A parchment lying

In corner table there

A thin film of dust

Has yellowed it a bit

The corners curved

Frictioned by thick air

That flows

To settle.

A closer look

And the two eyes

Looked straight into mine

Just the eyes there.

Jinxed,

I listen the bitter-sweet-bitter tale.

It's been a while now.

He's not here yet.

---

What shall I call it?

Somber eyes

Or unsketched face.

And it's

Both.

He Says...

She's in a deep sleep.

Not everyone knows it.

But trust me,

She's in a deep sleep.

LOST

Cupped your hands

plunging it deep down

you bring me up

to drink it

to your soul.

But

you stopped and pondered.

What happened then?

I fell from the spaces

Trickled down
where I came from;

Not to be the same forever.

Untitled

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.

Never go away…

They said-

It was over.

Yes, why shouldn’t it?

It had to.

But it didn’t.

They said-

It took away everything.

Everything.

Yes, Isn’t?

No, it didn’t.

Something

Kept safely in a corner there

Still lingered.

Growing through a window

Where prospects were born inside walls

It lived.

Why they wonder?

Aah! Yes…

Someone still lived.