Been all that and more…

A sincere 12^th player

A silent observer

A stalker

A lover

Cared for and cursed by

A loner

And a seeker.

Been there

Never belonged

Judged, criticized, slapped

Compensated cruelly.

If the stray curls close to the door

Where does it belong?

Image Courtesy : Anirban Chakraborty

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.

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.

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?

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.

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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.

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.

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.

Nothing

In a small room

all dark, all dark.

In some centre

I sit

shackled

convicted...

God asks me

What did you do?

I say-

Nothing.

Untitled

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..!!

My Verse

From the blood of pinched veins

We need to draw

Still many lines

Those words yet to be spoken

That torment somewhere in silence

All the confinements

Of illusionary being

Has to be crossed.

In wretched obscurity

As line of fire

My verse.

Untitled

I want to shatter
Hit the floor hard
Breaking into a thousand pieces
The trivials I'm made of
Let loose...

A shrill loud

In dampened silence around
A flash strong
In dull skies.


Walking out of the crowd
Reach at a point
Where identities warp;

Strike the strings.

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

QUIT.

Once upon a time there lived a man who was disturbed by things around him. He was unhappy with the system. And he decided to call it quits. Today we know it as Quit India Movement.

Yes, you can quit. Be in the system and quit it the right way. And change is inevitable.

Enemy

He awaits me
But when I'm there
I'm ignored.

He awaits me
Hence, he still stands.