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A few days back, it was cold and stormy night. Torrential rain had made the weather even more frigid. We heard the moan-like sounds of an animal. Some animal was hitting at our gate with his paws. My grandfather came out and saw that a bitch, all drenched, was begging for help. He put his overcoat and in site of our resistance, he let the animal come in…and to our surprise, she was not alone, she

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Hey Friends!  Coming soon with random  pieces.. Hope you read them!

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I was not alone a minute ago,  This sudden gusts of wind Have made the season really sick in Autumn.  Yes, I was not lonely,  Because the sparrows chirped and were gay,  The ducked played and waves swayed  Until it conspired -  And made them flew back to their homes.  Here, I create ripples in Time, smiling at my loss, Harsh judgements passed and silences unrhymed make me desperate though -

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Hi there! I hope to come back soon. Till then, Enjoy! :)

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Time has spiral shutters They flap and I see it moving. There is somebody I point to, But I do not see. It flaps violently, I seeIt becomes a compass- As I step ahead, it stops and slowly, opens like petals.Quickly I turn back- Now, I can see that ‘Somebody’.

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I had written a long post to mark this day.. but then deleted, I suppose, these lines are sufficient to tell the outcome of this year-  "There is a divinity that shapes our ends   Rough hew them how we will..." welcome new year ! 

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They said, It was the final call I knew that the train would, soon, depart.And would leave only an echo... What else!Among the strangers, a deserted platformAnd choice of a track to follow!

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Long Nights, restless minds With nightmares and tremors,Unraveling a new undercurrent of time She often wakes up suddenly -    With a sweaty countenance. What has passed - what remains Her lips could hardly translate Her long deserted look - Watches  her ships in the sea Almighty ! And I,in my dream,             watch sea-tide on the prow of Noah's Ship.  Sweet voice, they buried under their

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 Black out -  And  he became all aware of it.  In delirium,binging on thoughts  Something pinned him down and put around              A sense of blah... He doesn't  lament  As he had himself,            with a deft stroke of words,   Slaughtered a dream  which was killing from inside. yet can't  deny -  That he feels himself to be rooted out From his depth of piousness and his dream sublime.

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There is not just change in title and layout of the blog, there is also a sea change in my attitude towards life. Until now, It was mainly a poetry blog but now onwards,I will write fiction and my other observations as well, though sporadically. So wait, I will be RIGHT BACK.

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I wish I could tellHow hard it was to breakSoft feeling of your pearly presenceAnd to spill the vermin of distanceBred out of necessity. Though life moves on -But sometimes, I have feltA sweet twinge of separation bearing hard on meTo dip me into all regretsThat why I refuted a new meaningSprouting itself outIn the old deserts of propriety While sitting here - Just longingI can see you, blowing

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What's It?When I recall -I regret why I recallWhen I try to forget -I regret- I can't forget. Nostalgic face !Engrossed - back on old roadsOr In Astro-projectionCatching a star, feeling the other selfI watch from the far - Unbearable!Sometimes it seems, Seems a dull bay.Never cleaned, never traveled againAs if a lake - still watersa forgotten face...

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                 Baptism, like this, is purely inexplicable...words fail...again dilemma time and Prufrockian diffidence...Amidst such an applause,I looked at myself... and asked who I am, Prufrock was still thinking in me but somebody got the vibes and answered " A Powerful Poet"(my first compliment in the festival), She was none other than a famous Bengali Poet, MandaKranta Sen, winner of

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I have words that mean nothing to them They have sweet sounds,I understand not. Something is slipping underneath - "Oh!Our Feet -" And heavey lash of wind and rain from above Yes,I am one among this human lot. They are Others who were on the Ship Their eyes being turned inside - "Is there anyone Listening to me?" "What is scratching my back?" "Oh mind! Unbearable !!" Flood divided us.By

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Under the monochromic life, Fluttering wings of unpenned thoughts Lost most of their feathers. And now crawls bare skinny shade of morbid ugliness. How many times, I wept , I cried Well, with gusts of wind, all dried Leaving my eyes swelled up and with screwed up face, tried To enjoy and play the game of fuzziness. How many times, I enjoyed the perplexities - With patience Living upon

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It flickers-  Dissolves all the world into water  And makes salt in the sun. It flickers-  Meets its aged spirit of understanding  Long ago! abondoned or suspended in the vacuum. It flickers- Finds the king Fisher, still, fishing and repenting over his loss of virility. It flickers - Makes all Philosophies its mistresses And ravishes them one by one.. When it does not flicker  It

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This thunder and contaminated sky- Are we dying or left behind? ...Again clutch at the towerside Like mulching leaves,Abusing Vacuumed words- meaning denied.               **** Among us attack, Among us die, Among us try to decode And send proofs,Among us allege and deny. Yet, We don't understand what we do We are a game or a part of game                     ...I don't know!               ****

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This evening longs to meet me. In her dusky countenance, Conceals a maelstrom of my own darkness. And I, a docile child, spreading arms, Hoping to survive or metamorphosed. Hazardous journey now Palpitates me not- What havoc the roaring store in? I've given no thought. How many centuries have died undone? My procrastination  Even to take a barbiturate -To have a wink;

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(A grove where Philips and Maggie used to meet) Mill on the Floss Why men mummify their past ?Build mausoleums in their minds and heart ?Why they nurture the ashes of time?And always breathe hard and fast ?? ... I was yet to learn. Your presence, always alone Longing for Maggie's side In Red Deeps,where limps

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Then, the dusk set in- And the golden Disk disappearedTo the other side of the rockAnd he, still hanging, Kept on thinking about his existence What had there been, which he might have lost ?Here, many a sun wasted and many a moon spoiltUntil now, he never saw himself at thingsWhich made love die in the lover's very eyes. This rock never held him in promise But his heart said all otherwise.Was

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It blowed once in life time over the oases over the crumbling walls once built by the heart-over the iron roofs of the long cherished dream-over the charred pages and sorrows just impaled... It outwitted the squalls Blessed to blow over as long as to sail-And I was left-Dumb struckWith a bleak hope to see it blowing again...

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I don't like suddenness The awakening of a latent fire-I fear to burn from. When lava erupts- (don't look at me standing aghast)Below the volcano, I always bear itAs i can't move- being paralysed. Haven't I said?I have seen my own death-Like Phoenix, always been reduced to ashesSomehow recreate from devastedness - A new way of life.oh change! now welcome To my

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How difficult is the word "Acceptance" And let a long cherished dream whiz past you when the things we suppose,define us Those things the same,we have to throw... Smashed into pieces,my looking pane Showed the thousand aspects of My countenance,Had it been a whole lot The same side would have been shown again... Loving eyes and the touch of the warmth  Mesmerized mind when lost that state

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The city dwells in extremes No thoroughfare-everything is in neurosis, Lying flat with the burden Of past glorious dreams on the back. My Imagination tries to ascent- Rocks of horrible ugliness,deformed present Above the slums and dark hearts. No Star,Moon,or Aura of Divinity Inspires;but only satellites Launched by my own conscience... Keats's Nightingale might have died issueless You know!

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Lo Alexander! Destiny is so near. Single step of valor when put A thousand unborn epochs will scatter your fear. These pearly mountains of wondrous hazard -Obdurate time all over the earth -Unfailing prudence of an eagle and -humbleness of hay-born deities, -The roaring mouth of the thunder And silvery lines throughout the sky Will oblige you to take the seat In the hearts of Generations-

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In the enveloping fire of vengeance We often torture ourselves, when Blood shows an ugly face masked, In the worst time of an year. With this nostalgic face- While walking alone, with thousand debates -Glimpses of the suffered past, -Ramifications of this undesirably wombed Present; or all this ‘heavy chamber’ pines for... He feels shattered and then entrapped by palpitations and high blood

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After thousand years since my flight one day When roaring waves hit some land In moonlight I fell down to rest. Now worried How to fly? My thoughts are infected …My wings are wet.

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Mother Engrossed - while rocking the cradle Soaked in heavy sobs In haziness - searching further...further... Mother Singing lullaby to this 'Silent Listener' Plucks dreams from amongst piercing thorns Bleeding words of Love, dipped in droplets- …And the ‘sleeping Tragedy’ spreads its feathers. Mother Feels the first pinch of this vulnerable. Wonders at the first steps of this little devil

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