Comfortable Silences

Picture by Swapnil Acharya. Poem below is for the picture

Picture by Swapnil Acharya. Poem below is for the picture

Reflection of mine -you are

I fall for you not only once, Time and again

As, I feel you as me..

This feeling is Narcissus too

Worry not, I won’t kill myself.

You are that Mirage

Far far away

No, I don’t want to catch you

But I will love to sit back

Just to stare and watch you!

The Reciprocation of Life:

“See these clay pots, I simply love them”

“But I don’t, as they give pain when they break”

“These are not just made up of clay, these are made up of emotions, feelings, love and determination”

Comfortably silent we are now as we both stare and smile at the clay pots ruminating in our own worlds, holding up the words and keeping a mum. I love this comfortable silence we have between our discussions and the discourse full of affection. You know I love your smile that replaces speech, I love your lustrous radiant eyes that reflects your inner feelings, I love your long long breathe which gives me as sigh that you are actually enjoying this comfortable silence that we are having in between. Do you feel it? I equally enjoy this silence between us. I hold up the clay cup in which you are drinking your favorite Americano and I feel the warmth of it. There is a pleasure of holding the cup made by someone from a distant land whom with love and affection, care and determination gave shape to this China cup.  Do you know with our silent conversation you are shaping my thoughts with much feeling, emotions and installing determination in me, installing courage in me?

“Do you know you reciprocate life in everything?” Continue reading

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Winged Dreams

Just a little dilemma..dreaming about wings or dreams are getting wings…..A hot coffee this cool evening…..strong…the laughter..and the fear….the disappointment..the rebel…the taste…the burning chest…and the sweet headache…must be two glass or cups….must be three…and then it goes…till ten…No, don’t want it now……..But…would love to….drink it tomorrow yet again……….with the same zest and same vitality…

The two chairs in front of each other, one occupied and the other with just the shadow, the smell, just this much. The two cups ordered, one with coffee and the other empty. And it goes on. Just the repetition nothing else and nothing more. Trying to revive the bygone but never it will be the same. Continue reading

Sunday blues !

This is the story written in stream of consciousness technique …..

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He came home being drunk as usual…the child is sleeping he doesn’t cares….I am waiting him with a hungry stomach….he really doesn’t cares…..I am so desperate for his words….he is damn indifferent…

Shaili, come on girl …wake up….you are getting late for your class…No mom….No….I don’t want to go to college today….I have unironed clothes and my hair is so dirty……I don’t know when this girl is growing up….

Mom….I need more biskut( biscuit) …says 3 year old Satish…No..more biscuit dear…you need to eat lunch soon….No No I need biskut…I need some more biskut….He starts crying …..

I stood numb…Why doesn’t he cares?….Why is he so much indifferent? I have been searching reasons what mistake I have done…..I stood numb as always….Biskut…Biskut….

Satish stop yelling….No more Biskut….Call your papa for lunch….

Oh ! your papa is here…. Continue reading

Void

Void ——- You created

Mystries and all….

Lost ……………….

And to be never found…..

Like a wonderful pearl…..

Deep !! so much Deep….

Like in the ocean Blue…

The void has created hole….

For you it is easy…..

For me….I suffer it alone…

Hard….
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Beautiful ???

How it is easy to forget the past? A friend of mine told me long time ago that “You have two keys, one to lock your past and another to open your future”. By the way how it is easy to forget our past ?

Well not very easy than we think. Time and again past haunts us as a nightmare. It haunted me…. didn’t it haunt you ? Every time I try to get away from it  but every time I fail. Just instances are here and there every where… Continue reading

Epiphanic

It hurts to know that you are being unable to understand someone so much close to heart. This much close that you are hooked up with feelings every time… and everywhere…and at the end you will know you were just so stupid not to understand it….Well, I am feeling like I am reading Maths again…Maths….Oops…something  so far away from my mind….I can never forget “SET” , where there used to be rounds and rounds…….I never understood it….So, I am among those who says 2 + 2 = 5. How poor I was..I could not even answer any question in Facebook’s quiz….

What happens somtimes…..so many chapters to be read….what the hell I am doing here….

Aggressive….today I am feeling aggressive…and I am writing monologue after so long…which truly I don’t want to write Continue reading

Death be not proud !!!

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 Death should be proud ? It has got power. It takes life away…We battle a lot…we are battling till now…each day..everyday…and in the end…we lose…every time…every time…and every time….We lose in each battle… Continue reading