A denial is now a
Blind man's bluff !
A manipulation of law
A slap in the name of humanity!
A hiatus between
justice and injustice!
dream and reality!
Wednesday, 26 June 2013
Wednesday, 30 January 2013
"Rousing
can be anything, any being. Even a kite so deceased in its innate form when set
sailing by the wind is so inspiring just to see.
so breathe in : we must now hear as the kite speaks… "
Oh the bluish wind...
Thou never despise me
Scaling the height unscaled
And inspire my spirit below
To enliven me...
with a newer key.....
Location:
Guwahati, Assam, India
Monday, 21 January 2013
"I remember passing through that lane.. in the month of February . It recoiled me back into time when we last met. And with every step I saw you. Glancing at me... I had my head bowed down.. So I couldn't meet your eyes.. those hazel eyes. I was scared to fall for, because I knew I'd lose myself.. The eyes of another Don Juan. So that smile contorted my reluctance I presume now...
- So I passed the lane, it was the same lane. But a different day, different me, different everything. And I looked back to the lane to bade the memories of you- A Last Au Revoir. "
A fleeting moment….. Frozen in time and space
By the remnants of that twilight
No more the ‘familiar melodies’
Maybe no more the ‘same sunshine’
Only a heavy heart… And blocked eyes..
Brimful of memories..
A last glimpse of everything…
- So I passed the lane, it was the same lane. But a different day, different me, different everything. And I looked back to the lane to bade the memories of you- A Last Au Revoir. "
With the savour of night queen
A fleeting moment….. Frozen in time and space
By the remnants of that twilight
No more the ‘familiar melodies’
Maybe no more the ‘same sunshine’
Only a heavy heart… And blocked eyes..
Brimful of memories..
A last glimpse of everything…
Time to bid the last- The last au revoir….
Location:
Guwahati, Assam, India
Friday, 18 January 2013
"Sometimes when I wake up I find myself miserable. The faint memories of my past threatens me, to stay as the failing me. But, then I recall, it has happened in the past too. I failed, people stabbed me hard. Did I fall ? Yes. But did I not rose back to mould myself? Did I not kill the distraught self? The Distorted self... "
The changed colour green
No way to escape, a forge within...
Now I need my colour back
Return my dream to glaze, not bleed...
Oh! A cramped heart!
To falter, I know- a sin waiting in the forlorn hope
Suffering to live laden..
A taint way- will suffer.... Walk silent splash, smile, wait....
The black eye, The distorted distressed self....
The changed colour green
No way to escape, a forge within...
Now I need my colour back
Return my dream to glaze, not bleed...
Oh! A cramped heart!
To falter, I know- a sin waiting in the forlorn hope
Suffering to live laden..
A taint way- will suffer.... Walk silent splash, smile, wait....
The black eye, The distorted distressed self....
Location:
Guwahati, Assam, India
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