Salt less food….hard to taste…sometimes life becomes as sweet as Rasbhari….and at the mean time…it turns out to be Saltless food…by the way…Rasbhari is completely saltless….we don’t taste….salt in it….
Complications….desires….and everything …
What if people stop to desire…? It’s what leads to discovery….Desire led man to moon…( I really don’t know if the word desire suits [...]
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I left you miles and miles away……
With vows to meet again…..
I try to behold….your image….
In the clouds…I ‘d flown away…
In the waves….I’d sailed …….
Feels like you are here….
In the air…clouds…and waves…
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Just want escape…with this hectic..some how hectic..or pretending hectic schedule of life..want to go above the clouds…
Escape..!! is my favorite word now..because I want to escape. I know exactly that circular movement .. circle doesn’t have any ends, does it.
Moving since morning and till evening…
Who told Sysypus is not alive..He is alive. He is not [...]
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The most common quote ” a friend in need is a friend indeed”
Yes, this post is for you two…the best ones ever…the best persons I have ever met… I am addressing a single you but that counts for you both….
To the best ones…..
Life without you is unimaginable…..
Definitely, Sweta is enigmatic…..
You know me in depth….
The best [...]
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A band of Seven Colours
Seven Doors of Hope
What if one is closed…
There are still six more….
Pandora’s box of tragedy…
Preserved hope in it….
Sysipusian mystery….
Of rolling up boulder…
A hope indeed…
Rainbow…..
A band of seven colours…
Seven doors of hopes…
What if one is closed…
There are six more…
Six more….
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Oedipus Rex by Sophocles at Gurukul…
And, Odepius Rex ’s Tickets were selling like the hot cakes…that’s why I was disappointed Saturday…but not on Sunday….
Oedipus Rex begins with the city plagued..and people have gathered around his palace. Oedipus has been made King of Thebes in gratitude for his freeing the people from the presence of the riddling [...]
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Utopia…
I am imagining that I am so happy…so happy that nothing can match my happiness and nothing can challenge it. I am thinking of hoping that nothing has ever happened to me. Why this real world and real people are so annoying…is this my own feeling…or it is real…No, I am writing utopia…( i fear each [...]
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I feel your absence….
As salts roll….down my cheeks…
I feel your presence….
In the heat of this saltiness….
Flows away my kohl….
I wipe the out….
You flow away with it….
I wipe you out….
Again and Again….
Salt rolls…round my cheeks….
However hard I try…
To wipe…it out…
First it wets my cheek…
Reminds me the presence….
Reminds me the absence…
Ufff…these rolling salts…
Preserves you….till date….
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Title is adapted from John Donne’s sonnet ” Death Be not Proud“.
Death is a mystery….
Well, I have not encountered death…To meet him/her I need to die once…Do I want to die ? This time…No , of course I am scared of death…Why John Donne wrote that poem asking death not to be proud…? Why not [...]
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