Many a times, I have observed people around me venture into activities, to which they are remotely connected in the past, with the air of an immensely experienced personna and end up feeling completely lost about what is going on around them. I am sure even you would have come across such people from various facets of life. It does not need much investigation and a peek into the daily newspaper itself could provide you with an array of opportunities to identify a few of the candidates.
Most of the times there is a messiah around to help them from drowning.
Unfortunately, these messiahs are lost in memories when the spotlight rovers on the initial incumbent on a 'chance' successful achievement!
I would, in the following stanza, like to remind that success beckons those who follow it aggressively but the strength to sustain the success lies in those remote connections often forgotten a mention between the celebrations.
Stepping on the bottom of a shallow shore,
Feeling for the rotten on the slippery floor.
For you see the ground on ebb but tide,
For the shell be found you wait but guide.
It delights to feel a sparkle in water,
Unless aware, what lies behind the shutter.
Opaque water adds a quick sliver to your legs,
The best of hearts confides in need of some pegs.
Risk your tongue again on the jabber of Known,
Forsake your soul to conquer the Unknown.
It would be a lot better world if the sensible people could gather our consciences together in the recognition of the true champions instead of lingering on with the facades of mock performances.
We could at least ensure in the true spirit of achievement the righteous berth to those eligible for a reward. At least, we could attempt to guarantee the burden of a lot fewer failures to our developed society instead of handing over the reins to the whims of self-established gamer-changers betting on the contribution from you and me.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Self-Control
I have a bad habit of being overtly complex at times for things that can be expressed in a quite simple tone. I feel being simple is a way of experts.
I am just in search of snatching the fun of living each moment of my so-simple life in an ingenious Utopia.
# A figment of space in the
northern corner of my heart
Encapsulates a void waiting to
be filled with the touch of her fingers,
# Applying the cream of love on the
soft-spot wounded by the perils of time ..
Lies an immense sense of desire
longing for her ephimeral presence.
# In lieu of my dreams, which betray
me so often, I get a glimpse of hers ..
A deep slumber feeds the hope of union
into a crave, and a crave into a reality.
# The belief, which I wish to nurture
unto death for the fruitfulness of my being ..
Someone somewhere is getting dressed
for a beginning till the last.
A tender phantom wanders in the shades
of my porch tampering with my garden of wits.
# Alas, I cannot touch her silky shadow
anymore for days to come.
The moon is stolen from my nights
with only the stars to show me light ..
A game destiny if ploying
stealing sleep from my sight!
Here, I try to regain my self-control over my identity which seem to wander forlorn, whimiscally addicted continuosly, in refuge of an imaginary companion.
The flight of fancy is a partake on the existential supremacy in one's irrationally moral justifications of being at risk to succumb to an evil within -> Love :)
I am just in search of snatching the fun of living each moment of my so-simple life in an ingenious Utopia.
# A figment of space in the
northern corner of my heart
Encapsulates a void waiting to
be filled with the touch of her fingers,
# Applying the cream of love on the
soft-spot wounded by the perils of time ..
Lies an immense sense of desire
longing for her ephimeral presence.
# In lieu of my dreams, which betray
me so often, I get a glimpse of hers ..
A deep slumber feeds the hope of union
into a crave, and a crave into a reality.
# The belief, which I wish to nurture
unto death for the fruitfulness of my being ..
Someone somewhere is getting dressed
for a beginning till the last.
A tender phantom wanders in the shades
of my porch tampering with my garden of wits.
# Alas, I cannot touch her silky shadow
anymore for days to come.
The moon is stolen from my nights
with only the stars to show me light ..
A game destiny if ploying
stealing sleep from my sight!
Here, I try to regain my self-control over my identity which seem to wander forlorn, whimiscally addicted continuosly, in refuge of an imaginary companion.
The flight of fancy is a partake on the existential supremacy in one's irrationally moral justifications of being at risk to succumb to an evil within -> Love :)
Last Thought
Bengali , being my mother-tongue ... feelings are associated quite naturally in the language you were born with!!
Ami pore royechi ek jhora pata,
Kon je desher matite,
Horek rong-er sombhabona,
Nijeke keno je r chinte parina.
Holud, sobuj, badaami,
Kon je gacher khandani.
Hawai bhashiye eneche jomite,
Ochena ojana kono bhumite.
Pore royechi sukno phuler pashete,
Opekkhai achi ek domkai taake harate.
Gondho nei nijer praner r kono,
Pipilikai koreche sorire tar ashroi.
Ami pore royechi ek jhora pata,
Taakiye achi ek sukno phuler ankhite.
Ei bujhi batasher doyai - achi suye sudhu eki ashai
Bhule jawa shei pothe abar - bhashiye niye jao ghore amar.
Trying to summarize the life abroad.
Ami pore royechi ek jhora pata,
Kon je desher matite,
Horek rong-er sombhabona,
Nijeke keno je r chinte parina.
Holud, sobuj, badaami,
Kon je gacher khandani.
Hawai bhashiye eneche jomite,
Ochena ojana kono bhumite.
Pore royechi sukno phuler pashete,
Opekkhai achi ek domkai taake harate.
Gondho nei nijer praner r kono,
Pipilikai koreche sorire tar ashroi.
Ami pore royechi ek jhora pata,
Taakiye achi ek sukno phuler ankhite.
Ei bujhi batasher doyai - achi suye sudhu eki ashai
Bhule jawa shei pothe abar - bhashiye niye jao ghore amar.
Trying to summarize the life abroad.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Antonym of Life
Surpassing the contradictions is beyond the power of human being.
Nature itself balances opposites in a supreme thought-process devised to wreak the strongest calculated effort in offering any deviations.
Emotions too, play a part in understanding how we are governed by the law of opposites.
Some stars guide thou till the last,
Some stars misguide in sarcast.
Some rains soothe thy dry earth,
Some rains till thou shelter farth.
Some laughs make a clutter smile,
Some laughs in an utter vile.
Some tastes make thou bitter-bang,
Some tastes wake thy sugary-fang!
Some jitters create a new depart,
Some jitters throw a few apart.
Some flies to the west to make a life,
Some flies to the nest - an antonym of life!
The dimensions of time alone can charge the same thought back to its roots to seek condolence for the courage it had shown to defy its Ordinance.
Nature itself balances opposites in a supreme thought-process devised to wreak the strongest calculated effort in offering any deviations.
Emotions too, play a part in understanding how we are governed by the law of opposites.
Some stars guide thou till the last,
Some stars misguide in sarcast.
Some rains soothe thy dry earth,
Some rains till thou shelter farth.
Some laughs make a clutter smile,
Some laughs in an utter vile.
Some tastes make thou bitter-bang,
Some tastes wake thy sugary-fang!
Some jitters create a new depart,
Some jitters throw a few apart.
Some flies to the west to make a life,
Some flies to the nest - an antonym of life!
The dimensions of time alone can charge the same thought back to its roots to seek condolence for the courage it had shown to defy its Ordinance.
Snow White!
As a penance of my refuge in the dark, I have tried to unearth a piece of chronicle commemorating one of my most wonderful experience in France.
It was snow!
Never having felt it alive with my hands before, I was dumb-struck in awe.
I intended to post this issue on the date of realization which was November 22, 2008.
Nevertheless, being late gave me time to rekindle those memories once again in the summer of 2009, when I searched through the pages of my notebook.
And, the feeling is the same...
# Wait and Watch, Forget the Flight
The ground Slippery And Your feet is Tight
Specks of blessing On my Jacket
Cuffing the hands in my Pocket
I take a Trip into the Open
Ahoy! It is a footing in Heaven.
# The landscape is So White and Pure
As if an ointment on Sins to Cure
After a while, I smile at the Sky
The Snow is Over And the day is Bright
Never having felt the Flakes All my Life
How else can I Express my Delight?
I wish there could be a deja-vu in the coming days.
If not, then I wish the moments be permenantly etched in my memory to live lifelong with me.
It was snow!
Never having felt it alive with my hands before, I was dumb-struck in awe.
I intended to post this issue on the date of realization which was November 22, 2008.
Nevertheless, being late gave me time to rekindle those memories once again in the summer of 2009, when I searched through the pages of my notebook.
And, the feeling is the same...
# Wait and Watch, Forget the Flight
The ground Slippery And Your feet is Tight
Specks of blessing On my Jacket
Cuffing the hands in my Pocket
I take a Trip into the Open
Ahoy! It is a footing in Heaven.
# The landscape is So White and Pure
As if an ointment on Sins to Cure
After a while, I smile at the Sky
The Snow is Over And the day is Bright
Never having felt the Flakes All my Life
How else can I Express my Delight?
I wish there could be a deja-vu in the coming days.
If not, then I wish the moments be permenantly etched in my memory to live lifelong with me.
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