A Rainfall

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Brittle

2009-12-19T08:43:00.000-08:00

The cold gust of wind, a jacket wrapped all around the body, a man is walking down the road, a few people come from the other side, they pull at his jacket, tug at his muffler and poke at his existence, he doesn't recognise them! Few things in life come absolutely free, unasked irritation, nagging and pestering also a pinch of jealousy and anxious attacks are included here. Some people go places, like an institution to study, to recognise their abilities in life, unless they come across goons who hate simple living and healthy thinking...the goons don't know the guy either, the guy simply enjoys here the wrath of his existence in that situation, that class and that converts into a tragedy. He can be paraded naked, he can be punched hard all areas without knowing he is human,he can be mentally tortured so as to forget what he primarily had in purpose inside his mind. The time ticks by and only thing he knows is fear and any means to run away or give up. Everything needs a limit, every human has one, but every mockery, every rude behaviour, every moment that one human snatches away from the other just to have some fun, irritate his ribs with some hell raising laughter does not please the other victim. Basically humans have made others their victims, alas Tigers dont eat tigers and Lions dont eat their species...humans can do that without opening up the skin...jokes are for pleasure in a dull day, not a pain that can ruin a mind, kill a hope!!!

An Encounter with Happiness

2009-09-01T11:12:00.000-07:00

One day Prabhat came out of his house and started walking on the roadside heading towards his office, suddenly his eyes fell on something unusual, a Rs. 500 note was lying infantly on the road, he gazed beside and backwards analysing the anxiety of a yes or no, telling his limbs to be with him. His mind was getting overjoyed by the fact that it was a no mans land and he was a complete winner but still his internal atmospheric thermos was telling him that it may not be a wise decision. It can be anybody's currency, a beggar after a comfortable night snooze off to a new day carelessly maybe. Or a man whose wife has been expecting her husband to get her some smiles back home in the evening. It could even be a father's happiness for his son or even a colleague who had lent him this much in bad times. There maybe many a reason for other's to be happy and deprived as well since they will now know its not there in their pockets. Prabhat scratched his head and felt lonely money maybe misused by rogues on the road. He carefully watching all around picked up the note and smiled, maybe its his happiness on this paper today...and walked off...

Time Check

2009-08-29T04:33:00.000-07:00

The clouds have come belated though for yesterday, still we expect some drops to moisten the souls of this dried state, the roads are charred with dry pores opening jaws to gulp down the heavenly blessings of water droplets down the routes of the earthly sutures...there was a sunny morning, blatantly displaying its bright warm teeth, and as time has moved the warmth has transformed into sweat belching heat unbearable to the crying skin...man has moved down stairs, wiped his forehead with that dry kerchief fresh from the hands of that worried wife's hands who had made a breakfast just not tasty enough for her husband this morning. The crowds on the pedestrian path and on the bus and trains are thinking what a place is India...we can overcrowd ourselves yet don't cry a no when we are in the biggest struggle to exist and go forward everyday. Two people, a girl and a boy will fall in love in that weary dusty afternoon in a shady park or a lonely abandoned bus stop and say, oh yeah, you mean a lot but still once they part their world's don't collide again in their visuals. The old man on a walking stick will spend all day wandering, understanding, grasping his environment and say at the end of the day world is a bad place, it was better earlier. The wife is watching the television under the fan in the drawing room and thinking why did the bahu behave so rudely with her sasuma...this are periods from everyday and the time will say more since pain, happiness, trauma and jealousy all have their moments and all say time is the biggest leveller. So time and rhyme need to be together, run with a tune in your throat today...

Letter to our thoughts

2009-06-04T23:10:00.000-07:00

It was the times of the lakes, the trees overlooking the waters and thinking well where has that red fish gone today? When the grasses are telling stories to each other and giggling at the birds who are snoozing in the branches, yawning in the raining morning rays from the bored sun who thinks well, life is sooo monotonous...the boys are walking towards their schools some pelting stones at the innocent quiet waters of the lake and yelling out wishes of the bouncing stone which they might visualise in the afternoon breaks...the clay road is thinking what more weight can we expect today that might distort my surface and make me realign into unknown structurals...the lake is still now waiting for some ripples to happen either from underneath or from the skies and the wretched tree gaping at its natural existence and weathering and dropping into it its dryness as leaves...at times there is a joy and at times it a curse being a part of this world, sometimes we feel that we have earned something here but we haven't got that what we need and what we wanted has no existence in our vicinity but still we have something that we didn't want but is better than nothing in our lives, maybe smiling at our fate will give us more benefits and we will someday laugh heartily and remember that we used to be children once with lots of desires, of unknown wants and dreams but we are happy still today that we haven't lost our innocence to laugh out and promise more laughter for our future.

Run Back...

2009-05-14T09:59:00.000-07:00

I wish I can run back to my early days, the days I used to get up early in the mornings brushing my teeth and the other routines just to catch a bus to office or a cab, the pleasures of meeting my office colleagues, becoming busy with the work at hand and going out to lunch together at the one hour break in the afternoons, I wish I can run back to the days when I used to pedal on my cycle slowly and steadily seeing the road run past me and viewing other people get busy reaching the college gates and thinking of a great day of studies and enjoyment together with friends...the rooms of lectures were all we knew togetherness was the penultimate destination of the moments, there used to exchange of notes and fighting over a petty mistake or solving a horribly looking easy numerical in Chemistry...I wish I can run back to the days when getting up early in the morning would only ask me to answer few really silly questions of what would be there in the periods to come in the high school days, the walking up the steep road to Court and catching that blue coloured bus full of guys and gals all busy chattering away the time the bus used to run towards that small looking school in Burnpur...I wish I could feel the days when the school bag was an obvious burden I needed to carry behind me and filling it up with books matching the periods of the classes to happen...running here and there sometimes picking up an innocent flower or grass leaves, drawing unknowingly the pictures of a wonderful art class teacher, singing in chorus with fellow classmates and blabbering in synchronisation the poetry verses during an elocution round rehearsal...the teachers were like gods and we the devotees, the words used to be a verdict inside the classroom when talking amongst mates sitting beside each other was a crime punishable with the wicked "kneel down" outside the class premises...there used to be a relief in the lunch times, when expeditions happened and when we used to become detectives searching for unknown animals and living beings in the jungles ending the grounds of the school...there were moments of asking whether the chapter was better explained or not...the teacher used to analyse and answer...explained more of the books and we our copies in writing...give me back my choldhood again as I wish to run back to the days when I was young as an infant and used to draw dreams on the pages of my house floor, write scripts unknown to any famous author and believe that good things will persist and bad is always invisible to my eyes...I am running back again to my past years and stories....

Woh kaun hai...

2009-03-26T22:39:00.000-07:00

hum doobna chahte thhe par insaan sahara de diya,
dushman samajh ke andhere ko gale mila liya,
aap hum sab kahin kisidin milenge bichhar jayenge,
isi beech me gustakhi hum thhori si kiye jayenge,
maaf karna dost yeh sabse hota hai,
waqt ke saath saath aayna bhi muh mor leta hai...

By Nirmalendu Mukherjee

Haazir hai aap...

2009-03-24T09:27:00.000-07:00

main aur meri tanhai...yeh lavs kahin suna hoga...raat ke andheri ghar me aankh kabhi bhara hoga...kabhi socha hoga ke waqt humein kya kya naya tasveer dikhate hain...kabhi subah ka suraj kabhi shaam ko gumsum chandni banate hain...koi hasi se muskurahat tak jee jaata hai, koi aansoowon me zindagi bhar pee jaata hai, aise hi zindagi beet jaata hai, ek masoom ungli kabhi bara per bankar chhaya bann jaata hai...By Nirmalendu Mukherjee

Incarnation

2008-10-08T03:23:00.000-07:00

Hello gentlemen of this universe, I am a man from India, a person who lives in a state called West Bengal and my home is a small town called Asansol on the borders of Bengal and Jharkhand, a state above West Bengal in the Indian map previously a part of Bihar which again is a state above Jharkhand. Anyways speaking about me, I am currently residing in a capital city of West Bengal named Kolkata, rechristened from Calcutta as the British had named it during their days of dominance and inhabitation, this city is big in dimensions, area, establishments and human population unlike my small home town which is 1/10 of this Kolkata city, although big the sentiments of this city never touches or dares to merge with the thoughts of my home town, the childhood days, the schooling screams and playgrounds all in my home town, far away from this polluted and mean city named Kolkata, where only professionals and politicians can reside and live peacefully. Speaking of peaceful this city never portrays a single second which is peaceful as written in the dictionary, don't know which one you read, I read Oxford's, this city knows how to fill owns stomach and steal the morsel assigned to a poor little kid...one day I will say that this city is a monster which has stolen my days which yearns me in my hometown, cut it, why one day, its today that I am saying that this city is licking on my burns which I am being subjected by the pains of this city, truly PROFESSIONAL and utterly emotionless...this city will never ever look at my soul with pity and comfort but subject my day ahead to skin myself and think when will I go back to my home and sit on a bench relaxed and freaking with one of my friends....give me back God my life again...

The Fugitive

2008-08-27T20:55:00.000-07:00

From the inception of humans inside this earthly cage, there came a tree, a river, a duck and a few more birds...the whole thing was called the ecology, the ecology was thought about more by the humans...the ecology was unfortunately modified as humans themselves created this "unfortunate" word and without any past experience thoughts went ahead, created machines which would cut, kill and modify this ecology, these words were also human creations, 'destruction' word...hence when he slowly started this word's activity he was being neglected by his fellow mates, hated and hit...these also were so called 'human feelings' and hence one day in his so called 'active life' he became lonely while destroying this earth, he lost his love, which is an attraction between a man and a woman in which man promises, the girl listens and enjoys whatever he does like a monkey with her...well I forgot to tell man himself was a monkey earlier...anyways so when he loses his fellow mates, so called 'friends' who cared so much for him with their company, well 'company' means staying together and sharing happiness...this too is human creation...and when the girl leaves him, he becomes mad or 'insane' as per human dictionary...he understands noone else except his ownself and becomes lonely and becomes alone and becomes...my god!!!! too much of bad, well 'bad' is also a human creation...so my fellow humans, who unfortunately again is a replica of me, and a human creation...be with yourself and be good with yourself...'good' actually is not a human creation, its a worldly ask, hence be good and feel good...dont make yourself a social fugitive...'fugitive' again a human creation...enough!!! take care and be happy, again not a human creation...!!!

The Recreation...

2007-11-02T21:11:00.000-07:00

When the seeds of mind play profusely into the future asking the deadly hollows to recede and carefreely take the path of the avenues of trees and woods. I am waiting for that natural fauna to surround my world around feeling the dew on my palms asking the gods to increase in the branches as the greenery of the leafy plantation world. The greens everywhere eyes in ecstatic nature love asking the road ahead to elongate as I move ahead seeing the fish bounce on the still lakes and brimming brooks, asking the clay of the soil to release its moist fragrance and I see the mountaineous peaks peeping amongst the green spread icing its peaks. The songs of birds playing to full house today as I an audience claps in my mind the sweetest melody in this universe. Going ahead feeling myself into the world again, the natural world...

The Rainfalls

2006-08-16T09:57:00.000-07:00

Behind every watery drop lies a scene, the scene of clouds covering the eternity of the
above expanse, we are beholding the mysterious water carriers draped in the attire of black and grey, covering the blue heavens and spreading its arms far and wide, the cottons of water are coming in haste, trying to overcome the sunly gaze and fillup the earth with specks of tiny particles of watery droplets around. We all amazed run up to the balcony to see this holy vision of the heavens meeting the earth, through the watery communication...We see the clouds start to mumble and rumble along with the other, flashing bulbs that explode after every use and sounding furious in its blackish, angry feathers giving out the message that we have come to wetten your souls, that have been made unholy by unfruitful ruthless souls and have made your life traumatic and warm, cool off with my cool drops, let my anger flow and make you smile, make you seek me, make you bathe in my flow and pour...Lets fall, lets fall in forgetfullness, lets make this earth green, and fill up lakes and fill up streams with enchanted sparkle with the sun's rays in the morn, I am falling in showers filling up hearts tender, hearts warm...Come on flow and show, shower your power with my watery beads that cool your skin today, flow down your chin today, wetten your hair as I come, feel the cool breeze of my weathery run...Lets fall, let the rainfalls!!!