.. it looked so tenderly cute ...
even without life -
a little kitten
upon wild grass carpet!
as if sleeping
(but for a dry lesion mark
on its innocent head)
a victim of fate?
or some cruel hand(s)?
bigger part of neighborhood
was still slumbering
but early sunrays poured on it
like transparent gold
(their warmth akin to silent
mourning) this dull morning...
... late in the evening, i halted
on my way back, there, to see ...
… post midnight, a movie titled ‘Ugly Aur Pagli’
and with a cuppa Nescafe on hand,
an intellectual friend and guest of mine
asked for my earnest take on ‘love’ …
so i reflected awhile with a poker face,
eyes half shut,
but mum was the word …
followed by my dry smile of surrender
which i jus’ wished he’d understand …
( for me it’s the almighty distance …
a pair of ancient, deep, hazel eyes …
unchecked flood of haunting memories …
lonely sips of strong,
You’ve asked us in your scrapbook if we thought of punk as bad. And have wondered if people in general really believe it's bad to be a punk. No doubt you’ve had to hear ‘a lot’! Sometimes i’ve myself been a witness to the unfair attitude some fellow students and staff member would show towards your ‘punk’ ways, esp. appearance. And have heard them mutter among themselves a thing or two directed at you. And that, too, by young souls like ourselves no less. I can’t pretend or presume to know what
… it’s the first time i’m not with my family for Tika … buba, ama & my dai … they must be missing me … i’m missing them, too … ama’s call day before yesterday was touching … though i was cheerful all the way and we cracked jokes and laughed about this and that ( like food here, pretty girls at college, me being my own cook, my piles of to-be-washed cloths, work outs, her to-be-daughter-in-law etc.) i, her joker and incurably ‘sohjo’ ( sojho???) son, was having hard time coping with a sudden
… every day’s special to me no matter what it has in its store for me … for every single day has in a way or other taught me a thing or two about life … and enriched me towards a more matured state of being albeit slowly by providing me with an ever-widening perspective on things that positively matters in this world - and if I may say so, beyond, too ( for I happen to be a believer) … so for me today’s a special day, too, like any other day but this time I’m feeling like considering today
Owing to all the developed as well as developing nations’ heavy and seemingly never-ending dependency on natural resources including the fossil fuel, it seems inevitable that Antarctica, which is the only continent not ransacked so far with mankind’s wanton resource exploitation, in soon going to be encroached, too. For anyone concerned about the ecology of Antarctica and the role this pristine continent is playing in sustaining the earth’s environment, it is more than sad to learn that the int
i’m waiting with patience
for a different death.
transformation will happen
by itself (when it has to )
and i’ll step into a new birth of realization.
yes, i’m waiting to be awakened.
love, hate, mirth, melancholy,
sympathy, nullity, fear, ecstasy
(all my entrails, my flesh,
bones and my subtlest marrow)
let me live them, and relive them always
with acceptance, friendliness and witnessing eyes
so that i’ll be able to ease myself, be centered
and reach exactly where
listening to you
i don't even realize i'm listening to you.
don't know how, but i helplessly lose myself
in your words guiding me with the lantern
through the nooks and crannies of your feelings
and then to the shrine i truly worship - your heart.
you say things
and without any effort
i see things emerging therein.
each words you utter to me thus become a vision --
vision that totally surrounds me, lulls me, gets into my soul
and takes me to a world i never wan
... ancient eyes
lost n found again ...
magic glimmer the same ...
reflection of heart purest the same ...
twinkling mischief the same ...
healer & killer the same ...
imparting soul-messege the same ...
those ancient eyes ...
my surest assurance against all odds ...
the same ...
“Without music life would be nothing.” Nietzsche had once said. And its straightly reflects the importance of music in human life. There’s not a soul who’s not influenced, inspired or moved by music, whether this type or that. It is a subject so vast that any attempt to explain it, no matter how elaborate, can only manage to trace a few or little of many directions in which music moves – the context in which it is created, produced and listened to. From folk to classical, jazz to blues, country
... a day just like any other day ... in the sense that it came n now its almost gone ...
nothing esp happened n yet everything that happened was nth less than esp ... evening
came n i got myself drenched in the rain sauntering around bhatbhateni n baluwatar ( hoping
to escape the aftermath of sneeze n all that... n got no coffee outside all the shops being
closed ) ... been ages since i last went cuddly with the rain like this ... came in with a
blackout ... did the cooking ...
... had just come online when i came across this very sad news ... moreover a bro of mine is in the same state ... all 3 students killed in the car crash are nepalis ... my condolences to their families ... n may the departed souls rest in peace ...
... kind of surprised at myself that i found time at last to update things here ... not that i'm too busy ... it's just that i'm a little lazy ... someone rightly calls me 'birale' now n then whenever she's here in the sense that once back inside my den i rarely do things that can really be called activity except reading books outside my curriculum or sitting justlikethat or simply sleeping ... been ages without properly surfing net( n not checking mails only), watching tv or listening to the