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Thursday Rhymes 25.6.15

Empty seats

and closed windows

dark interiors

mouse and cockroaches scurry

sometimes a vagabond

passes sometime in a bogie

before a guard spots

and shoos him or her out.

there was a day

when morning meant

getting spruced up,

with a jolt an engine was attached,

chugging in the platform

where eager crowd waited

as if he was a carriage to heaven.

so many places

so many people

has these old bogies seen

who will believe?

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If you think he is a fool to fall for a woman as cunning as coot,

Well, you are right… you can try to convince him he is wrong.

But at the end, remember one thing, people have a strange

tendency to pick up the mate they deserve at the end.

Or they finally pick up the mate they think they deserve.

All the warning, all the manipulation from friends and foes

may absolutely fail, or may temporarily see success!

But, mostly at the end of the story, it happens most of the times,

man picks up exactly what he was meant to pick up!

The mate he thought he was worthy of, or the mate he deserved.

All the words of wisdom, guidance, all the cunning manipulations,

maneuvering tricks may yield a big zero when it comes to picking up

another man’s lover or spouse, so when you feel like a fool,

or are sure you are banging your head to a wall, just walk away,

Let him decide.

Bengali writers do your bit please!

Originally posted on Bangla Katha O Blog:

They say that every day a heart dies because no one cares for it, it is true about a lot of things, including languages, compare Sanskrit and Urdu- we neglected Sanskrit to almost death, believe me or not, when I was young, till I crossed my thirties I mean I desperately tried to get a Sanskrit tutor who will teach me Sanskrit from scratch, the result was a big zero, my brother on the other hand learned Urdu from scratch when he got admitted in Aligarh Muslim University, so please, don’t do it to Bengali,

write something in Bengali and share the post with me,

join me in my Thursday posts so we can create a group that will write at-least once in a week in Bengali and share the works with others.

I can guarantee one reader-me, most probably if you read the works of others they too will…

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Hindi writers join hands please!

Originally posted on Hindi Baaten:

I have been hunting high and low in wordpress for about a fortnight now, looking for Hindi bloggers who write using Hindi fonts, or use English alphabet to write in Hindi, any of the two but honestly too little show up and then they are as irregular as they can be.

Come on guys! hone  your language skills, write in Hindi so that something is left behind for our upcoming generations of blogger in Hindi!

Do join me! please!

write in hindi and leave your urls here or

join me in my Thursday blogs in Hindi, please, one blog in Hindi every Thursday and leave the links here so we can read each other’s posts!

Do your bit for a language you know or love :)

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He rode on stallion white, mane dancing in rhythm to gallop

Looked like foam on wave’s crest.

Moonlight made them shine like pearl, wind played with them.

Too many miles to go before he could rest, his stallion was tired too,

So he slowed him down to a trot to give him the breather he needed,

Had he thundered past the place he might have missed it,

One vision that changed his life forever.

She stood there bathed in moonlight, her body fair seemed

Made of rays of moon, her silver hair was softly blowing in wind,

But her face and body were full of youth, to tell him she was no maiden

of human race, she was a creature of mystic land, maybe a fae.

His horse stopped when her presence it felt, mesmerized like rider.

He stepped down from the horse, the maiden turned hearing the rustle,

next second there was nothing left in that field but moonlight

she melted into it as if she was never there.

Waves that became songs 1

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POEM 1

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Why is it better to have

a strong rival than a weak ally?

Your strong enemy will never use cheap tricks!

To defeat you he will not degrade himself.

If times change he will be a worthy mate

he will stand beside you in rough weather.

A weak ally will sooner or later fail,

he will leave you in danger, betray or trade you.

Your enemies will reap him as your weakness.

Weak people can be lured, tricked or forced,

to do things they know they should not do,

and once they start doing they lack the strength to stop.

Being the mistletoe residing on an oak,

sooner or later he will suck you.

If you let him grow he will grow on you,

he will thrive on your resources and choke you

20.08.09, Garia, Kolkata

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“Every evil I have committed, I have done them for my daughters,”

“Every mother hopes and prays that her daughter will become a queen!”

“Oh tell me oh vile creature what sin have I done by doing my best?”

“To win the hand of the best groom in my eyes for her!”

“You stole him from another!” the creature growled.

“But she was not his type, you see my girl is more pretty,

that girl is no good at all, he would have regretted his decision,

had I not intervened.” She whined.

“The choice was not yours to make!” was the beast’s reply.

“But I did it not for myself, only for my daughter!”

“You betrayed a girl after befriending her, feigning to be her friend,

Well wisher you penetrated her life, dug out every think you thought

would have been useful for you to use against her, just tell me one thing woman

did your soul ever scorned you?” the creature asked with an evil glint in his eyes.

Melodies from moonlit nights 1

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POEM 1

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You glow up above in the sky,

sail in the ocean of darkness.

Stars ripple under your oars,

beautiful Goddess of night.

To show lost travelers way,

guide them through the maze

of darkness and loneliness,

you share your light from above.

23.06.09, Garia, Kolkata

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Moments from the journey 4

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poem 4

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Fly fly high, to the endless blue sky.

Which will only move aside to give way,

the prison door has shattered to dust,

your prayers were answered through rust.

Don’t fret, don’t fear, don’t hesitate,

you never belonged to this cage.

Leave behind those petty things

which your prisoner gave you, liberty waits!