You were no Ceasor born to come see and conquer
You wished to be closer i let you wished not to disclose i let you
Your Bureau of Statistics and I was there – guided, directed
and you knewall the while, I was the stranger to u
Yelling For Just A Hint Of Attention, Yet not a loner
Standing Outside The Crowd, Trying To Come In just to be with you
And your smooth talk was always practiced
I made every effort -eager, naïve and persistent -but your sofistacations ruled you
Like Im Not There. Like Only I Know Im There my identity had not name or no body even cared
My was nearing its discover by a persistent name”outsider”and a shifted to the perphery with careful disregard
You were no Ceasor born to come see and conquer
Even the sky needs to to cry sometimes let it rain.
Let it break free and wash away my long hidden pain,
Let it sooth the heat,let it rain all day
Falling from the burdened clouds of mourning grey.
Let earth bath ,Let life bloom,Let the torrent force the wind to stay,
Let not the shower stop ,As i have been in tears all day
Let my skin wrung wet ,Let my soul wash with its soothing chill,
Let the clouds stay just the way it does,when mud embrace the sodden hill.
Let it rain melding the barrier of torrential fears ,
Let not the world know, let it wash away my sneaking tears
Let not the light refrain the chill of clouds and saddend eye,
As miles are left to travell, wrapped in a raincoat of laten cry.
Clinging to the pain Without fear Never in regret
Merely to feel I have a soul.
I Merely felt i had a life ,I Merely felt loved
They say to let go To blanket my life
In forgiveness And take my next step
But i merely knew how a part of my was never
Lost in boldly walked away ,it eloped.
Sometimes I imagine the distance as time
time that engulfs all bridges, all ports,
the decks of ships and the lighthouses standing still optionless,
I visualize it as wild and rowdy as the water during a cyclone. I picturise its insatiable hunger, I watch it flare up The distance is a footpath of farewell, a highway of hopelessness standing clueless
This painting is the inspiration behind my composition Emptiness
Innocense : innocence to me is more photogenic and artistic than elegance
Woman: This Painting is a tribute to every shade of womanhood.People say that this girl in the painting looks a lot like me.
You created us and we create your idol
Never Let it Go
What if the road never ends
The Taj (Mumbai )Blasts
Our city of joy our ,our Pride!! But people born in thsymbolizes. 8 .development ardly knows about the city’s oneIn fact ie oldest Pride…
In a recent bengalee movie Shreya Ghosal sang a song “Chol Rastay Shaji Tramline”
But in the frantic rat race of our daily life do we really travel in Tram??
I know for most of us the answer is “Not Really”!
In fact the city is retiring the trams in order to meet its growing transportation needs.It is quite true that its nearly 21 trams that plies across this city
CTC recently introduced Charaibati ,the a/c tram.But it is pretty occasional rather rare.If You visits CTC’s Nonapukur Workshop you can know about trams.Under a huge factory shade there,surrounded by the wreckage of phased-out trams,three wonder trams stands namely Balaka ,Banala,Chaibati. These three are basically remembered for occasion use or to serve the need of a film script
Balaka is named after Tagore’s Collection of Poetry while Banalata too is blessed with literary Touch.Poet Jibananando Das was killed by a speeding tram near DeshaPriya Park tramlines .His Famous poem Banalata Sen is the reason behind Banalata’s naming.
We often complain about life and agony aunts keep assuring that life is not a bed of roses good times will come.Trust me ,I have been through this keeping Patience seems to be the hardest thing under the sun .It took me pretty long to realize that good time will never approach like a dancing waves that approach the sea shore.Happiness is one of the inbuilt quality all of us are born with ,but only a few of us can utilize.
Girls are emotional we all know.Sometimes when a girl breaks a guys heart and abandons his life they need another girl to fill the void.But the one filling the void is a princess when she approaches his life.She is treated like her imperfections are perfectly negligible to be overlooked.She is then given a lot of pet names and convinced to believe that she is enough beautiful and desirable to blow his mind.Soon the void fills up everything falls in place ,his abandonment has finally filed a divorce ready to be signed by him.Seems like living in Paradise right?
Wait wait ! She was not an insomniac before she met him ,now she can’t simply sleep without pills.She had a circle out friend with “don’t give a shit to the world attitude” now she goes shopping alone .Tries her best to choose clothes that perfectly hides her neck line ,showing an inch above knees!! Crazy!!! Reason enough for a break up babe he’s gonna turn crazy. Her language is now full on shakesepearish lol! His circle judges her upbringing by the funky languages she utters ,after all they are so sober(read: still consumes lactogen 1 as staple food )