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June 14, 2015
170×170 day 14 14.5.15
“If my love can’t accept your religious belief, the things that you grew up believing in, I truly doubt my love for you!” he said, holding her hand softly, “That can only mean that I don’t love you, I love my own imagination, figment of imagination!”
“Our religion, culture is a part of our personality, I wonder if we can remove it without causing serious damage to the entire package!” he continued. “So under no circumstances will I hope or think that you should sacrifice your belief for mine!”
“But your family?” she asked.
“They are not marrying you, I am marrying you!” he shrugged.
“What if they don’t accept our union?” her lips were trembling softly. She knew his family members were quite powerful. Hers were just ordinary middle class folks.
“Even if they don’t accept our marriage they won’t do anything mean! I can guarantee you that! They will just walk away from me, and taunt me if our love goes awry!” he laughed a little, “So… smile!”
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June 13, 2015
Moments from the journey
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poem 1
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Devil decided it’s high time
He has been sowing his seeds too long
Now he wanted to reap the harvest
He decided to take over the world.
He placed his most ardent admirers
In law, force, media and politics
All the men and women who sold
Their body, soul and dignity to him.
He captured the world using them
They acted like his eye, ear, hand and tongue.
Together they fooled everyone for long
Finally devil asked them to announce him God.
He wore a robe like Christ, placed a false crown
Proudly he sat on a glorious throne
His slaves clapping their hands again and again,
Suddenly the clapping stopped, a child spoke.
“He is not God! Look at his tail and horn!”
170×170 day 13 13.5.15
Remorse? He did not knew the spelling of that word.
His brother was against his nephew’s lover, he was totally against it! Adamant like hell!
His nephew begged him to soften him, he introduced him to his lover, he brazenly got after her, so shamelessly that the girl kicked them both out of her life because his nephew could not object the behavior of his lecherous uncle.
He married elsewhere but the old lecher kept stalking the girl, harassing her in every possible way using his fat wallet and wicked connections.
His nephew returned to his hometown after years, his friends told him what his uncle has been doing all the while, the poor fellow tried to confront him this time, now he was older and he has seen his handiwork, the way he has ruined his lover.
It was futile. The lecher knew no shame!
He killed himself, aghast at the turn that the things took!
People thought that the lecher will follow him too, they were absolutely wrong.
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June 12, 2015
butterflies from life’s garden
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poem 1
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Once a fairy charmed a demon
He wanted her with him she did not,
His desperate eagerness was shunned
He never knew how to control himself
Nor did he thought it was needed
For he thought she was to be grateful
As a mighty demon was in love with her.
He harrowed and bothered her to no end
But she stayed just the way she was
First she ignored and then she grew cold,
Once her friends asked her if she will ever regret
For not giving in to him for he will not let her live
a life of peace and love, he will stalk her forever
the fairy told her friends their paths are never to merge,
compromise to evil for any reason opens door to hell.
25.05.09, Garia, Kolkata
170×170 day 12 12.5.15
Tick tock tick tock…
The steady rhythm of the clock was soothing, she looked at it, fourteen years! It has passed fourteen years with her, travelled all across the world, now settled in her small flat, its ticking reminded her through changes there are things that stay steady.
Nothing changes them!
Like time, that will pass in its rhythm, no matter what happens, it won’t change, it won’t stop, it will move only in one direction, forward, in the same speed!
It was beating in rhythm with her heart, just another fourteen years older than it. It too ran smoothly without a hiccup, but was unpredictable, not at all like time, any day, anytime it may stop ticking like the clock, and then it may never tick again!
She pulled the extra pillow to her bosom and hugged it, time to sleep! Philosophy is really bad idea at bedtime, it ruins the sleep, crowds the mind with all sort of silly thoughts and results in a sleepy day at work!
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waves that became songs 9
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POEM 9
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When I first opened the window
all I saw was pristine white.
Spread from one end to the other
of the silent valley below.
Only some bushes, trees standing
silently without a movement.
Then slowly the white carpet gave away
velvet green replaced it.
Beautiful flowers raised their heads.
Intoxicated bees become crazy
hovering from one to another
kissing, hugging every flower
glorious butterflies joined them.
A bleak vale transformed
into a gorgeous garden.
Nurtured by invisible angels
caressed by their loving hands.
5.09.09, Garia, Kolkata
June 11, 2015
170×170 day 11 11.5.15
“What a lover!” the boy sitting opposite to her exclaimed, she lifted her eyes and followed his gaze.
“Baby don’t leave me!”
Someone has written the line on a hill! She looked at the construction site. The workers were busy building the factory premises.
One of them was Rupesh, she picked up her bag, the station was five minutes away.
“You were going to Delhi?” the woman next to her asked, “Were not you?”
“I have left something important behind… will have to collect it first!” she answered with a smile.
“Ask someone to courier it….” The woman suggested. “You will return back to home, collect the thing, then return Delhi, courier will be cheaper.”
“Too big to be sent by courier!” she smiled wider.
“Kids these days! “ the woman remarked to her husband, “Check their belongings when the train is hundred mile away from home!”
She fished out the engagement ring from her bag and slipped it in her finger, how could she be mad at him anymore?
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POEM 9
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He saw him fumbling alone in darkness
created by himself by blowing out
the only light, burning at night;
He realized he will certainly perish.
He came to his door and asked for entry
all the other one heard darkness calling!
He rudely screamed at him to go away
instead of going away he stood his ground.
Softly and silently he turned on his light
to share its glow with his brother in plight!
Once the darkness gone he realized his fault
and fell at his feet for screaming in fright.
The teacher only held him up
told him to be careful and loving
towards his own light
and never blow it away in night.
29.09.09, Garia, Kolkata
June 10, 2015
Thursday Bouquet 11.6.15
Have a wonderful, joyful day!
lots of love.
June 7, 2015
170×170 day 7 7.5.15
She was lying on the roof, reading a book. The sweet winter sun was warming up her body like nature’s sweet massage.
The loud scream of the jet engine almost made her jump out of her skin, the fighter jet dipped real low before zipping away in distant horizon. It became a daily affair.
“You fly fighter jets.” She asked her husband innocently. A year has passed she was married to an air force officer.
“Why?” he asked smiling.
“Nothing…” she said.
“Tell me!” he smiled and pulled her close. “Or else…”
“Last year, a fighter jet used to fly real low above our house, I sometimes used to be afraid that he will crash!”
“Well, he did not…” he smiled.
“How did you know?” she asked.
He grinned wickedly and looked at her.
“It was you?” she asked incredulously.
“I was saving leaves for our honeymoon, so there was no chance of seeing you, meeting you so … you know na darling! Necessity is mother of invention… that proverb?”
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