Today i spent all my day being a bum.I got up in the morning,and i bummed a little...then kept on bumming till afternoon.I did some reading on Greek Gods...As i lay on my bed,i heard the rain splatter against the window..I lay still,with Prometheus giving fire to mankind...to Athena,transforming Archadia,to a Spider..It was lot of fun. Then i discovered this poet,Wallace Stevens.My friend suggested this to me,so that i stop being a bored bum,and be little productive.I asked my friend to come over my place.She refused,because in that case there will be a unison of two bums,which should be avoided highly. Wallace Stevens,i disliked a little.,it was well,not coping with my need,poetry craving,until i realized that each line has a clever allusion.Gee.I figured it out.Stevens made me want more kungpao chicken,than i usually do. So.folks..i need stop bumming now.But before i end my post,and get back to some serious writing This may not happen because i am very sleepy and i wonder do b...
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GREEN GREEN
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I fell in love with you,it was complete infatuation.I fell in love with you the way the children loves the taste of something sweet.I fell in love with you the moment i saw you.I have tried loving you less.In vain I tried. I loved you intensely,with so much devotion and desire.Breathing is solitary.I breathed you from far distance. Until I saw you. Until I saw you smile. When i first met you.my inner self protested.Such infatuations never really come true.. Does it?? As i approached,i felt the earth swallowing me,i refused to speak my mind.I beheld you as the sky, It has been a long time since i have chanced upon you,I remember the way you looked at me. I tremble when i behold the sky.As a man looks at his woman,the sky is my lover.As the sky beholds the man, you forgot me. "Time flies"the saying is true .Summers went,so disappeared the hopes to be together.Summers disturbed by long winters.I wished perhaps in the following summers,we blossom into a good relations...
RAJA...
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What is about Jadavpur(the place where I stay)that feels timeless in the late afernoon or early evening?Is that the playground in my neighbourhood that remained unchanged for the last 15 years?Or the station near my house??(Late night i still hear the trains passing) Or is it my friends house down the street which had been my forbidding refuge in my those tough days of childhood?? I used to dislike studying..I felt in painful..but now..Lets not say anything...:) There have been many dogs i fed and reared on these streets.and kids I've played with,nameless and now they seem to be receding in my memeory.Was kithkith a valid sport?? Was choyachuyi a valid sport?? Now i wonder that i have passed my best days of my life...Kabol mama(a famous shop in my para) gave me lozenges for free,I had this friend with me who accompanied me in all my games,from playing ghor-ghor,to rickshaw-ala.. Now i find the old faces gradually dissappearin...
Mistress of spices
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There lived a mistress Tilo, The magical enchantress,horizon below... The Oldone brought her up, Taught her to rise spices up, Kalajeera,meethi,elachi,darchini and more, began to make tilo bore... She believed that she lived for many years, She longed to find someone to see through her tears... In Raven did she find her love, But she estranged herself like a caged dove, Raven saw through her soul, The beautiful mistress under her ugly body contours, Raven accompanied her happily, To never loose Tilo eternally......... There lies my mistress of spices, To enchant the world with her magical dices, To make the world a good place, She threw her solace....