Thursday, March 29, 2012

Careless Beauty

A dress carelessly worn,
hair unmade,
and violet fields.

I though
nothing is more beautiful than
a piece of art
precise in every part.
All till I dreamt of her and mornings.
Carelessly beautiful.

Mornings gone and
those yet to come
are all that i dream of now.

Monday, March 26, 2012


 Sun sank and so did my heart

 And took with it, everything that shone.

 But it shall rise from the dark tommorrow

 and shine like never before.

 A day is lost for a day to be won,

 and nights were always mine.

Thursday, March 22, 2012

The Well Read and Me

After the divide on religion, caste, and every other thing I can think of, we have another one in our hand. "The Well read' and 'The worth- less' . This for once is not a gift of the politicians or the evil doers. This in fact is a class divide which SOME of the well read have brought in to make themselves look different in this race of being different from everyone else.

Many talk of history as they read it in books and quote me on it. Some even talk of psychology and philosophy. I stay mum. Many come and talk of political condition and talk of solutions like they knew the problem first hand and they are going to do anything about it . Not in a decade , I say.Dont take me wrong

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Kahaani - The non-review

- Note : If you intend to watch the movie do not read any further for the risk of spoiling the fun-

After all the publicity acts and moving around in local buses Vidya balans 'Kahaani' was out for everyone to know. To begin with, Vidya is a pregnant woman who for some freaking reason is pregnant even though she supposedly has her husband missing for 2 years! I dont know if it was some other guy, but the girl did sound convincing to this Bengali police officer who I assume sympathizes with the overgrown tummy ( I never thought she needed to be pregnant for that!) and evidently is completely unaware of the normal pregnancy period for humans. So they go around sneaking here and there trying to find this lost husband . Obviously this police officer is jobless or just like our own beloved police force is negligent of his duties. Anyway, somewhere in

Monday, March 19, 2012

Rise and Shine

10,9,8,7 whatever and 0. Tadaaan!
Hence I unfold the folded(or should i say crumbled?).

On the wake of this wonderful day, i shall start to crib, rant, blabber and talk to myself again.
For the river that froze long ago has just melted in the summer heat.

In the words of The Poet -
Between me sleeping and dreaming,
Between me and the one in me
Who I suppose I am,
A river flows without end.


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