I'm a book that you neither can stop nor can finish reading ever...
Saturday, June 11, 2016
Saturday, April 2, 2016
Kolkata Flyover collapse 2
I don't want to see the news. I don't want to know who died today. If someone I know is no more...I don't want to know. I want to believe he's still there...just that he can't meet me. I want to believe she's there...just can't talk to me...Don't let me know who's died today... Let them live in my belief...Let me live...
Kolkata Flyover Collapse
Where tears get dry... Where eyes get helplessly angered...
Heart collapses with the city's structures...Where blood is crying to be free to donate... Where life's valued as per the compensation amount. Where a drop of water can not cover the distance between our hands & the thirsty mouth...Where India losing to West Indies is still depressing us...Where we still mark ourselves safe on Facebook...We are living there... #Kolkata my love...
Heart collapses with the city's structures...Where blood is crying to be free to donate... Where life's valued as per the compensation amount. Where a drop of water can not cover the distance between our hands & the thirsty mouth...Where India losing to West Indies is still depressing us...Where we still mark ourselves safe on Facebook...We are living there... #Kolkata my love...
Pain - The unsent letter
The pain gifted by you is as precious as you my friend. I keep them, hide them, caress and nurture them in my heart... and never share with anyone, not even with you. It's absolutely mine. The expressionless relations are left unattended. Yet the love for them get reflected through creativity... Love for the art sometimes is love for the pain. And the art can heal the unexpressed pain before anyone observes.
I can't express how much I loved you all these years. Distance changed your feeling. Not mine. For me it never does... You still have the power to break me down.
You only remembered the hurt. I only remember the encouragement, the support, the fun you gave me. I remember criticising you on your face as if it was my responsibility, praising you behind your back, feeling proud of every bit of your success.
One day we all will stop...stop talking, stop seeing, stop thinking, stop missing, stop hating or stop loving. Everyone is going to stop living one day. What remains is what filled the heart & touched the soul.
Love & anger can change a person thoroughly. Let me live with the pain for sometime. I want to feel it more...live it more...reflect it more in my work...
Monday, February 1, 2016
Her story of love...
She wasn't in love but in trouble... She stopped chasing her goals...She struggled, compromised and stopped dreaming. She started believing that her dreams were absurd and her thoughts were unrealistic. She stopped being herself.
Then some unrealistic absurd thing happened. This time she wasn't in trouble but in love.... It was her first love...and she wanted her "unkissed lips" back.
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