A world beneath the world, below the surface of the earth. A world so beautiful, magnetic, so clear. We could be a part without any fear. The astounding unseen landscapes , the whipping sea over rich coral reefs, in blues, in greens, in colours multiple. Schools of pelagic fish, in fast forward motion . […]
Every nook, of the Kolkata street, Every congest end, at every corner, Stands a man. Upholds container, With a waist band. Smaller boxes attached to a large one, All ingredients, are added in fun. One after another, Chilli, potato, pickle. Spices are the choices, Of every individual. Well done, the designer, the tinned
A strong belief, a companion to hope, to keep alive, for things to happen in life. A life lot better, at times even hitcher. At the moments of decline, Hope doesn’t leave behind. Dilemma is a part, rather builds a stronger heart. After cloud there is rain, hope never goes in vain. Hope is belief.
Compelled to elude, to leave my bosom buddies, to part my innate place, to live like refugees. Sahil, Aariz, Kabir, had all they left. Horrified sensation, Terror surrounded my nation. To where ? To whom? All unknown. Like a torrent they came, weapons, armaments were all they wore. Open firing, riots, is what
Back to rest, throwing self on the bed, during days of dark, when light doesn’t seem to be there. The thought process changes to grief, dies all the reason to live. Hundreds of them shuffle in mind, nothing in life seems better in kind. Adopting variety of task to be done, for change in
On the edge of the roof, we walk today. We might fall, on the either of the sides. Safe on the roof or sleep forever. The only life, we cannot borrow. Today is not tomorrow. To build the time ahead, we design today. To be the architect of future, the moment is surrendered. Later
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None could behold him, unless divine eye of Arjuna, was disposed. Only favoured was he, with compassion and love that he shows. The splendid sight! Numerous eyes and mouths, numerous weapons and ornaments uplifted, the Cosmic Vision he been gifted. Krishna, the Supreme power, blazed alone like thousands of suns. Of that mighty being,
Unfavoured ,to be crowned He was bound, to leave his place, to win the horse race. Across the seas, favoured to be. Away from home, all unknown. Miles apart, to reside . In the long run to go. Amongst the strangers, Amidst ‘black culture’. To prove, to gain, to achieve, to attain. Teary eyes
Quotidian ritual to boast- I did this, It’s me to resist. I love myself, to be my own chef. The letter ‘I’ is of pride. To boast self, just to glide. To gloat to secure, to brag to procure, appreciation, laudation, Just for the time being . And to relate, all are seeing.
Doubtlessly, there is a bettering. World has come closer, into the global enclosure. From one end to the other, Within the suburbs of the two hemispheres. Why then the fissure? The split? The gap?, when the kinfolks are together. Gets all occupied , in their own world of mobile. In-house spree or outdoor frolic,
