A Rainfall

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 somet...

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,...

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

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

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 portray...

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...

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...