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741 days ago
The Sailor The cold young sailor dutifully stood, at his post amidst the storm, His brow was beat, by cold and rain, black wind that heaved his form. His orders stood, and so did he. "Steer through the waves that crash the bow!" So others below in tossing sleep, could rest, could rest, now. That others below could sleep. That others below might rest. When obeying orders, The Captain watches, the sailor endure the test.
845 days ago
Rain I opened my eyes And looked up at the rain, And it dripped in my head And flowed into my brain, And all that I hear as I lie in my bed Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head. I step very softly, I walk very slow, I can't do a handstand-- I might overflow, So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said-- I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head. this one is not mine but by Shel Silverstein. have been thinking about coming back .. i mean wat the heck even madhuri is making a comeback ...and i am only me.. but as is with evey change in life unsure wether i am coming back .. or just hoping that there are those who were mine on this space? have no abbsolute idea what i am writing ..and i am not even drunk .. anyways thik hai might .. lets see .. monsoon is nt over yet .. and this year she seems to have blasted the world around almost when no one was expecting her anymore.. and for those still around and remember ...
939 days ago
Dirghonisas felo na , koutuholer bhuru uthey porbe. Klantir kotha bolo, tobey sharirik , manoshik noy. Agami diner kotha bolo, kintu sopner ingit diyo na. Chokher tolar kali k basi kajoler naam dao. Shotosphruto choley asha ashru k stylized koro – dust allegy bolo. Dirgonisas na feley seta k choto-choto anek anek nishas e bhag korey nao, hense bolo –“bhalo achen to, ami/amra bhalo achi, ashun na ek din amder bari.” Shabshan kotha gulo kintu jano kono arther ingit na dey.
963 days ago
Adhuri purnta Kal badalon ke pechey se ek adhura chand mujhey dekh hans pada. Paas ke chote tarey se bola – “Is ko dekho, jeene ki purnta ke pechey bawri ho rahi hai, yeh bhi nahi janti ki jo waqt purnta ke pechey gawa rahi hai wo waqt nahin , lamhon ka guncha hai jo uske dil se fisalta ja raha hai.” Tarey ne nadani se pucha – “To kya fisalne wale ko hath badha kar pakadna nahin chahiye?” chand ne tarey ko dekha ek lambi sans li, aur pitritw ke andaz se kaha – “Jab koi tara tut kar girta hai to kya karte ho?” Tara bola – “kuch nahin”. Aur asmanjas mein chand ko dekhne laga. Chand khilkhila kar hans pada. Use samjhate huye bola - “ Log to us tut te tare ko girta dekh kar bhi us par apney sapno ka bojha ladh dete hain.” Phir jaise khud se bolbe laga – “poornima aur purnta to matr ek raat ke liye chu jati ...
1103 days ago
5 sentences later, I look up to infer the vacuum , every 5 sentences later , I realize the vacuum is absolute truth. Every 5 sentences the vaccum reminds I will stay. Every 5 sentences I try to feel - with and within. Every five sentences later The presence of deaf ears Five sentences later Silence seems golden and walls welcome back to the grave.
