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A crazy full circle is life..

A Love Letter..

I thought I was your strength my angel,
But I did not even realize that I became your distraction, your disturbance.

I wanted to stand by you in thick and thin
But did not realize that I became your headache.

I never needed the right mood to love you because it is within me forever
I call you my world simply because I love to, not to act romantic and talk all lovey dovey

I remember the days when we used to hold each other's hand till they turned dead moist and still we hung on.
And then there are days now when I have turned into distraction for you.

Your concentration on priorities demand an automatic divorce from me which clear states I can be done without(infact the first person to be done without).
And overnight I am thrown out and prohibited to talk 'romantic'
The fact that you need to avoid me as a solution to focus on other spheres pains me.

But I love you dear and I always will.

It took me time and now I have come to realize that times change.

Your happiness is indispensable.
Your success is inevitable.
And you are invincible.
I believe in you and you are lovely.

I will not come near you, gaze upon you or disturb you anymore. Actually I could never imagine I will become a 'pain' for you; that you would not call me just the way you don't call others. I am ordinary but if  you know me, you know I am not that bad..
But I shall pray from you because no one can stop me from doing that.

You don't need to say you miss me or love me out of obligation.
Because that would make me feel even worse.

All my love and best wishes

Rise and shine always

When you know..

When you know a person in and out,

It can really suck for you.

There are always dirty corners which you never wanted to see but then you come across those and then...as I said, it sucks for you.

Living-'Death'

Feeling rejected is a strange trip. It is when we feel strange on the road, before the mirror, and when we see people around us. It is when roads never end, our legs do no get tired of walking, we don't feel our sweat. It is just a poisoned feeling which is again a phase, I'm sure.

I killed my dreams last night. And then I realized, it is actually my dreams that killed me.

I never wanted to start from scratch at 24 but then life has such plans, who am I to decide..

There is always a time I guess in everyone's life when they are deserted and they fall flat on reality. It is then that one should have success (atleast) to fall back on and wear a fake smile.

That is the sole utility of success...

Love and life are very synonymous. I loved and lived;  I lived and loved.

But today neither do I have love, nor do I have life. It is a strange journey  life has chosen for me.

But there is something for me that is beyond life and death...The sound of music; the sound of passion; the sound of truth and the sound of silence..

Ashram.

Ashram-My band..the first folk-electronic outfit from Kolkata..Do check out our music!

Times..

Come to me when you need a cover,

I shall sprinkle days of peace on you.

There are times I want to know the end

When I see it is known by few..

Don’t pull my sleeves to kiss me soft

When you have to take your mother’s call

The little girl in rags I see,

Braving the chill as winter fall

Weed smells better smeared with hope--

The bygone urge to hold you twice,

Amidst the toxic rings of trance

Time is a thief rolling the dice.

A master piece..

Curls and the Green Tongue..

Do me love when you want to

Though I won’t complain

Those loud green faces and their bad breaths

Hold me firm till I snap out..

Out on the land of one social prayer.

From a distance I see them whine,

They ask for sacrifice

They loath the naked, they loath the truth

But then how do I?

I stay easy, while they die..

I hear my curls while they negotiate

With beauty, loss and dusks of fate

While she wonders what they wait for

While she wonders what they hate for.

Common Friends

When I see within the clothes, I see my bones yearning for much

When I see outside, I narrate a different story to myself

I tell myself “you want a lot; you want to be important

You want to be indispensable; you want to be pampered,

                                                                      You want to cry.

It is futile when you close your eyes.

All you need is apathy.

A stone washed view of the possibilities and the impossibilities---

Both turn bleary giving you a single direction”.

I do many things that I do not want to do,

I cry many tears when I do not want to lose

Then I press my face against the pillow so that no air can pass

That is when I stop life from just passing by.

Everyday I erase the line between belief and distrust

So that all seem same and I see none.

Yet, I am a creature full of love

’Would give away but not give up.

When you fight for freedom,


Do you crush those who love you?

For a Friend..

 A nonchalant disposition for so long since we headed off

We were little; still my fingers could stroke your hair and smell your cologne

Wild we were but the days were dull

We needed so little, yet a world of joy embroidered around..

We danced and sang against the wrath

Wrath of the blues showered from ‘the own’

The self proclaimed caregivers loathed the pair;

We braved the sighs and kissed when we could.

Time belied me and you;

Green-eyed thoughts failed her to see through

She walked it off with a ‘sorry note’

And then she lost a lover and a friend..

               

 ..................Time passed by, they grew up;

The city odds made them tough—

She got back her friend forever this time,

His love for her remains unperturbed.

Good times are good times, always I say

When I look back I smile to those days,

I don’t want them back- I am happy today,

With my friend by me in red and grey

Lavender Blues..

Lavender blues cake my soul need I say how and why,

In a wistful hideaway, I watch my feathers die

But still I keep alive, though I run and hide;

Till I find my blues walking wild.

The colored pride of dodgy lips hates nothing but to lie

When you begin to read my mind, my arms are open wide,

But still I keep alive, though I run and hide;

Till I find my blues walking wild.

I paint my face in black and blue, before I cry,

You miss my silent screeches and my naked eye

The touchy stranger walks away, but I know he will stay

The singing fountain shies away, in the darkest month of May

Still I keep alive, though I run and hide

Till I find my blues walking wild.

Spring..

Spring in their shed ;

Timid lanterns dangle like drunken chime

They dug a grave for all who bled

They steal rabbits for them who try

Music swings by..

Do you touch the ‘bird of dusk’ ?

In the mines of murky-bliss

Do you grasp the toad of truth?

When your mind begins to think..

They cover me my frozen feet

With golden dreams of Peace.