a corporate once said...

i love my air conditioning... 
but i preferred my open window 
i love my fancy shoes, 
but i preferred walking barefeet across the meadows
i love the city ambience,
but i miss my serene village
what is modernisation
is also the loss of innocent bliss
small wishes, and unkempt desires remain blank
i look at the phosphorescent patterns on my ceiling
and remember the night skies of yesteryears...

 
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muted...

when the voice within,

is not the voice without

when what i intake

is not what i absorb

and what i emit

is not what i release

when desperation cries out

with muted yells...

i know... i realise... life is just a performance

memoirs

as the dusk merges with darkness, 
and a new dawn awaits... 
a question that always arises, 
was the day well lived...
 memoirs of the past, 
filled a lot of the album of life... 
but pages ahead lay bare,
                                                                        for us to fill up...
                                                                        life goes on!

every drop matters?

… And then comes the dusk,

The time for home and hearth,

Back to my empty flat, the jingling of the door keys

A warm bath and a quick mug of coffee…

The balcony,
The creeping sound of the backdoor opening

The empty armchair, soon occupied

The light goes off…

Black glass.

Rain water seeping through it.

Drop by drop trickling down… and down.

Submitting itself to the puddle forming below.

Adding on to it, every drop makes a difference.

The coffee mug.

Above it, whirls of smoke rising up,

And up, disappearing into the void.

The fag is lighted.

All a dusky hue,
Except its end, glowing red,

Proudly.

One puff, a cough, and the eyelids close

Taking it in, absorbing it.

As it spreads, the senses numb with every puff.

The downpour outside grows,

The eyes open,

Looking through the glass.

Horns of cars that swiftly pass by.

Men women and children

Trotting by.

The street glistens with rain water,

The puddle is growing bit by bit.

Every drop matters, or it doesn’t?

The coffee is cold, and untouched.

The cigarette reaches its butt end.

I crush it down, putting out is proud red glow.

An eternity seems to have passed.

tumi chhile... aaj o achho...

Chhile bhorer prothom rod

Ushnotay bhoriye dewa

Chhile sheetol shomiron

Mon k chhuye jawa

Tumi chhile brishti…

Jar chhowa, barbar, protibar

Bhijiye dito e deho k…

Swopner rong tuli te anka rongdhonu chhile tumi

Dile rong, dile prem, dile hajar hajar protisruti

Kintu aaj? Tumi ki? Tumi k?

Fnaka ghor… chhera choti…deshlai baksho…

Chhai r chhai… dhnoa r dhnoa

Tumi kobi? Tumi lekhok?

Na, tumi raastar dharer bhenghe jawa neon baati

J chhilo shuborno, se aaj eto kalo?

Raatri haray sei aandhare tar aalo...

Tumi kranti? Tumi andolon?

Na, tumi rokto pipashu pishach…

Tai tumi laal…

R ami vebechilam tumi bhalobasha !

Tumi nobin? Tumi nuton?

Na, tumi hingsha... tumi krodh…

Tai tumi shobuj

R ami vebechilam tumi boshonto !

wish i were benjamin button!!!

Sometimes I imagine, why can’t there be second takes in life?

No philosophy intended, I was just going through some random college snaps, when I realized, all of a sudden that almost a year past, I suddenly want to be a part of all the pictures, have a share of all the memories that were created during those three blissful years of my college life. Canteen, quadrangle, union room, room number 23, and all that could be accommodated at 86/1 college street, my alma mater… I want to live it all over again. I want to go and attend every class, and I also want to bunk every class and be a part of every adda that took place in the canteen, join every procession that started from the union room, cry at every failure n rejoice at every success of a certain “neel rong”.

I want to have every meal at the dingy CHEENESE and bargain for every book bought at “boipara”. I want a bottoms up for every cup of tea at Promod Da’s and I want to sleep all my way on the hostel bus on the shoulders of a certain someone.

Presidency taught me all about life, yet in a very beautiful way. We learnt the tough way, but the learning was blissful with friends all around. The college gave us an identity, taught us who we are and what our potentials are. At the end of three years, we graduated in life, not only in our subjects.

Yet, how strange it feels to think we are no longer a part of it, the benches we once occupied are now taken up by a bunch of known and unknown faces, who would repeat these very lines once they are out of the place. Feels strange to realize how fast the hands of the giant clock called life moves… 

tete-a-tete

The heart and the mind converse,

I bear a silent witness to it.

They fight, argue, make-up, break-up, do it all…

I sit, simply tapping my feet, yet it’s not so simple.

Ever seen that grin across my face?

That’s when heart has things its way.

Ever noticed the frown across my forehead?

That’s when mind takes over.

My face, it always sides with my heart.

But the eyes, always loyal to the mind.

Whom do I side?

Probably none…

Whoever wins, I am always the loser

Why?

I trust my heart, I rely on my mind.

They go on, the two naughty brats,

Bitching about each other…

“What happened when you started thinking with your heart?”

“Oh really? What when the mind could not decide?”

Stop now, the two of you.

And strangely, as I shout at them,

They become the best of friends!!!

“Okay, we don’t say anything, happy?”

Unbelievable…

Cummon now! I thought you were mine.

Help me out.

“It’ll be fine, do whatever makes you feel good.”

“Hell, no! You need to be practical.”

And it starts all over again.

Shit.

Why didn’t I allow them to not say anything?

But how could I?

They are me, I am them.

I let them deal.

The heart and the mind come to a conclusion,

I bear a silent witness to it.

p.s. – thanks to a special someone for the thought. I merely put it in my words, rather saw it through my eyes.