It’s been long that I wrote

It’s been long that I wrote
Long enough to make you feel that I am gone
To the weirdest realm of life
From where came back none!

It’s being long that I said how much I love you
For not that I have stopped loving
For not that I have stopped living
The dreams that we saw – together, once.

It’s being long that we sat together
Hand in hand; eyes in eyes.
You and me, all alone in the darkest nights
Hugging each other and bidding goodbyes.

It’s been long, I know
For I miss you all the same
Now that you are in my closest vicinity,
So close, that I don’t even have to take your name.

Come, once more
We have many more dreams to realize
Together, that we dreamt one day
From the depths of hearts, let us rise
Again, and live those wonderful moments
Come, once more
Into my arms – slowly but surely
Like olden times.

I promise, I will write more
I know we will love more
A few steps you take forwards, I’ll take a few
My heart is still filled with love
And, I love you…

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Please, come back!

If only you can see me this way,
I believe you will come back
If only you could feel the pain, I feel
I am sure you will come back…

If only I could tear my heart apart and show
If only I could have said that simple, ‘No’
If only I could make you smile, for once,
… I know, you would come back!

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Happy New Year, my friends here in WL. This is just a call to all those who used to be here and now, life has swung them apart. Wish this new year would see us all back here, in our own place, where we belong to. Please, come back!

Yes, I will...

Yes, I will still love you.

Not because I can forget all that you have done, but just because I can forgive you for all that you have done. You did not betray me; probably, I was not able to keep your trust.

Not because you left me staggering in this stringent world – all alone – all by myself; but because you have taught me to live alone, which I had forgotten since I met you.

I will still love you.

Not because of the way you behave; but, because of the way you made me to behave. I will still love you, because you make me live my life, even now, when you are far away from me.

Not because I want to love you, still; but, because that’s what I have done all my life – I do not know anything else to do. That’s all that I have been doing – that’s all that I can do.

Yes, I will love you, because it’s only you and your love, that I will live for.

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Happy New Year 2011

A small message to all my readers. Wish you all a very happy and prosperous New Year. May this New Year bring you health, joy and prosperity. May God bless you with all that He has for you. This new year, let us take a pledge to make this earth a better place to live in. Let us move from darkness to light, from lies to truth and from death and stale living to a vivid and constructive life! May all of you have a great year ahead.

Happy New Year 2011. Let us welcome the new year with a smile on our faces.

God Bless!

Missing you, Angel

She came,
She smiled
I just saw her smiling.
I just saw her hair,
Prevented by a mere clip
From bringing upon an evening.

Her smile,
A Flamboyant spring on course
Washing away all lies
Her hair,
The dark dense blanket of cloud
Over my face and eyes.

I miss her,
I know she would miss me too
One thing that we both could not say
Will be said once, if true…

Little Bile

[Characters: Sumanta (pronounce as Shoo-mon-to), Kruti (pronounce as Kroo-tee), Bile (pronounce as Bee-lay)]

Part 1

“You better go and wash your face in a pot full of shit!”
“Oh, get lost! You do not even have a face to wash anywhere.”
“I know what I need to do. Just do not bother me again!”
“Fine, I’m leaving!”
Sumanta slammed the door behind him.
“Ya, go! Damn you! I’m leaving too!”
Kruti too slammed the door behind her and left.

It has been an hour since they left. The house has been silent, motionless and noiseless too since then. The light in the bedroom was glowing. The kitchen tap was probably open, contravening the silence. The living room was dark, cold and at sixes and sevens. Nothing moved – the door, the curtains, the chairs, the fan, the remote, the sofa and little Bile on it. Nothing moved. Bile is Sumanta and Kruti’s eight year old son. He did not understand a single thing that his parents talked about. He was always quiet since morning, when his mother, wake him up in this sorry Sunday morning. He could feel the rain pouring on the terrace and on the balcony. Did his parents take umbrellas with them? He does not know and never in his life had he given an umbrella to his parents while they go out. He was not responsible for that ever! However, today, for a change, he woke up, brushed his teeth, took bath, got dressed up, ate the piece of bread and drank the glass of milk – all by himself. Nobody had to run behind him for each of these daily chores. In fact, none had the time to run behind him today, since it was a sorry Sunday morning. His parents did not have time to look at him today, because they were always cursing and shouting at each other since they opened their fiery eyes. Bile has been a good boy today. He was going through all these chores one by one keeping an eye on his parents – their fists – their high raised voices – their curses until the door banged twice as they moved out of the house. Since then, he sat there, on the sofa knowing not what to do. The sofa gave him some comfort and he almost felt asleep. Probably the rain drops on the terrace kept him awake – he somehow, likes the sound of those drops – synchronized, consistent and inexorable. It has been an hour since his parents slammed the door and left for nowhere!

He was terrified by their behavior today. He was afraid if he would see the faces of his parents again. He was too small to even think what could be the consequences of this sorry Sunday morning. He wanted to cry, but there was none around to comfort or commiserate him. Hence, he did not. He wanted to sleep, since the sofa was too comfortable and he was feeling cold in that dark living room. He was somewhat happy that he was alone in the house and he could do absolutely anything with nobody around to stop him; but he had nothing special to do. He did not plan anything ahead of time. He was feeling clueless too, with a little doubt that the door would bang open once again and his parents might comeback with those false grins on their faces, like always.

Bile spent another hour, sitting on the sofa, with eyes fixed at the door which never opened. The rain has stopped by now. Still, the drops from the leaves were making that sound on the terrace – every other second. He just wanted to cry out aloud and wished to scream to someone; only if there were anyone to hear him and attend to him. He stretched his legs – they were jammed, sitting in that one position for so long a time. This was the first thing that moved in two hours. Slowly Bile got down from the sofa, still watching the door and hoping it would open. But nothing! He stood there for some time, to decide what to do. He could not! He walked to the kitchen to see if the tap was really open. He peeped in. Yes! It was open no doubt, but he was the last person in the house who could reach atop the sink to turn the tap the other way. He just left it as it was – dripping. He looked around. The house was almost haunting to him. The walls seem to squeeze in, reducing the space he had for himself – the whole house! He was still feeling cold, and may be a little hungry too. He went to his room, quietly, as if he was punished for making noise while walking in his own room. He saw the umbrella which his father bought him from the last mela but he could never use it since it did not rain as it is raining now. Quietly enough, he picked up the rainbow colored umbrella and slipped into the slippers and walked towards the main door.

Part 2

“He is tall. He is black. She is combing her hair. He is running for the bus. She is lovely. They are students. She is talking over the mobile. She is wearing a saree. He is riding a bicycle. He is riding a bike. She is making signs to him. They are waiting for the tram. She is busy. He is smart. Those are talking to each other.”

Bile was walking on the wet roads in Kolkata, almost unnoticed, with the rainbow colored umbrella in hand and tiny steps taking him nowhere, but away from the cold, dark and silent house. The road was bustling, but quieter than usual days, when he comes out to go to school. He walked alone – slowly, but surely enough not to return again!

… To be continued.

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[To my readers: I know I am not writing much these days and I apologize to all those who await my posts here. Lately, a lot of stories came to my mind which I failed to put down in black and white. This one, is one of the best thoughts that came to my mind and I would love to write this one – long and completely. Part 2 has just started. Will post the same in time! Thanks for your love and support. That is what keeps me going on.]

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Angel in Jail

In that lonely night

The moon was out of sight

I searched for it in the dark

But I could find no light.

Shackles all around me

Made me smoke, you see

Here I was in the prison,

Waiting for death to be.

 

Was sitting for long, it seems

Lost in my crummy dreams

As you walked in, I saw

Light coming in beams.

Never knew when you were here

You smiled at me and raked your hair

In those narrow rays of light

You could not see me stare.

The twinkling stars started to dance
The milieu filled with romance
My heart lost a beat somewhere
I fell in love for once!


With my hands tied to the iron
I could rise and call none
In the messy walls around me
I could feel, you're the one.


Never knew, when you left
Neither my eyes nor hands deft
In this lonely captive night
Never thought that love may cleft.


Your face glowed under the veil
I tried to call, but I failed
And one more night just passed
Death came closer, inside the jail!

Love is Life

Its Life that brings us together

Its Love that binds us together

Love this Life

Live your Love

For, Life Alone is Beautiful!

Death (Contd.)

Life never Kills.

Life facilitates Death!

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I was thinking to write: Smoke Never Kills; Smoke Facilitates Death! Well, it is true but it might hurt a smoker like me - LOL!! Also, it seems like a hoarding outside the Govt Hospital ;)

Love Death

Contd from Death(this is gettin interesting) by Vinay

Love Death for Death loveth thou!

Death (Contd.)

Contd from Death(Contd.) by Nabila

Come, Kiss! I dont mind Death!

Death (Contd.)

Contd from Death (Cont) by 'adreamgal'

Death loves more than life does.

Death (Contd.)

Contd from Death by 'adreamgal'

Death Kills, if you are 'alive.'

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I Like this concept of Six Word Stories. Can we have a series or reply-posts on this? - AGAIN, after may be YEARS!!! What say mates? Like olden days in the Lounge? Who's up for a chain post? Lets see...

Logout (on the other side)

It was another wrathful weekend and I was stuck to my bedside holding unto the computer keyboard for almost 12 hours. There is nothing to do – not anymore. It has been a long time since he left and it has been long enough that his absence has become a habit. I was not bothered much; why would I? Nobody is bothered about me; why would I be bothered about anyone else? I work now; not like olden days when he used to earn and I used to cook for him. How damn fool I was – how I wasted my life with that nincompoop! I look back and want to slap myself. Anyways, that is past now. I am what my present tells me to be.

We married with lots of hope in our eyes – away from the families on our own all the way. We were kids that time, but we walked together. Life was a challenge and we were forced to experience loss every other moment. Still, we had love to bind us together, I guess! But with time, it withered too. The plant of our dreams wilted in front of our own very eyes. Sometimes, he did not water it sometimes, I faltered – and it wilted. Then one day, when we both ‘grew up’ and we become ‘practical’ and ‘down to earth’, we ‘understood’ that our ways would not meet again soon! It was like a railway track crossing – we were happy as the two tracks were coming close to each other and as they crossed, the distance kept on increasing forever; never to meet again. After years of being married, we realized we should not have come close at the first place. How ridiculous! And if it was so, why did I not think about it all these years? Probably, the best days of my life, that were now lost!

Anyways, we parted. And it was only for good. He never looked back – he is a man of his words, I know! He would not look back. If he would not, why should I? Why should I keep on waiting for him? He would come online but never say a ‘Hi’; but still I spend every futile weekend of mine on chat messengers – just to see if he is online. I used to ping him at times, but he never replies. So, I login invisible to him. He knows I will be online this time – but he would not ever ping me back.

WTF! What am I thinking about? Its late into the weekend night and I must be drinking more than usual that I’m getting all these worthless thoughts in my head. This life is good – no one to ask questions – none bothered for you and the best of it all, no one for whom you should be bothered! I could not go back to my family – nor could I commit something foolish. I went ahead and caught that highly paid and easily available job for me. It is a pleasure at work and I am the boss of my own coins.

I clicked on Logout and realized the world has turned a deaf ear to me. I am no longer living to anyone, anywhere. I logged in long ago and was seeing him online on messenger all the time. I had to logout and I did. He was always online, but he never said, “Hi.” Oh, damn him! Damn me! Damn these worthless thoughts of mine!

Logout

I clicked on Logout and realized the world has turned a deaf ear to me. I am no longer living to anyone, anywhere. It was another wrathful weekend and I was stuck to my bedside holding unto the computer keyboard for almost 12 hours. I had to logout and I did. She never came online!

Valentine in love

Alone at home
Nothing to do and I am bored
Come back home soon
I’ve been waiting all day…
Come and take me in your arms
Or kiss me, if you may
As midnight strikes, we’ll be together
And celebrate Valentine’s Day!

It’s been long since you’re gone
And I am just killing time just like that,
Talking to friends – old and new
Rushing through time on chat.

I’ve no plans for tomorrow
And I’m already feeling so blue,
I know you’d not say nothing
But I leave it again, to you.

Let’s plan a day, together
I’d cook and be good, if you say
We’ll do all the things that you want
And celebrate our Valentine’s day.

Let this be another day in life
When, we fall in love again
We’ll prove to this ignorant world
Love is immortal and no feign.

My love for you will always be there
Less than tomorrow, more than yesterday,
I promise again, my beloved wife
I will love you forever and a day!

The Tiger

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Tiger Tiger. burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye.
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
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These are the lines from the famous poem, The Tiger by William Blake. I heard these lines from my father when I was in my growing years. What a wonderful Poem! At times I feel the poet might have travelled to India and looked closely into the eyes of the Royal Bengal Tiger before penning down the immortal lines. The poem, no doubt will remain immortal; but will the subject be? If we do not care and do not take steps right now, the subject of the poem, the tiger will not remain with us for long. India is one of the countries of the world which has shown drastic and rather alarming fall in the population of tigers over the last few decades.

The country started the last century with a count of over 40,000 tigers spread all over. Now, after a hundred years, as human population rose in multiples extensively, the population of tigers has fallen down and the count as of today is mere 1411 – a shocking number! And I am afraid that the tiger populace may be falling further as I am writing this.

It is time that we stand up to the cause of saving the tiger – our national animal. Yes! Its time we do something. It is not only the duty of the government or the NGOs working towards establishment and sustentation of a poacher free country to bring back the tiger population. It is our job too – the mass; the common man; you and I can make a difference. If we realize the loss we will incur by expunge of tigers from our country and if we want to prevent that from happening, we need to take the oath ourselves, stand up and contribute. This is the time when we are needed and this is the time we can show that we care.

The situation is same outside India too and the world is feeling the need to act together and save the species. Different initiatives are on all over the world to save the tiger. India is fighting back too. It is just that we need to plunge into the movement and save our tigers ourselves, before they too, go extinct. The last of the Bali tigers was killed in 1937. The Caspian tiger was declared extinct after 1950. Javan tigers were not seen after 1972. The South China tiger is almost extinct now. The Royal Bengal Tiger, would soon also be extinct, if the poachers of Sundarban are not stopped. A major part of Sundarban has now been converted for human dwelling, decreasing the tiger habitat in turn.

The two major reasons for depletion in the tiger numbers are poaching and loss of natural habitat. With increasing human population and in a quest for more and more living area, we are converting natural tiger habitats to human residences – knowingly or unknowingly. Here is the need to spread the thought and educate the people who live in and around the natural reserves for tigers about the necessity. Cutting down of trees for paper and furniture and molesting the forest environment bringing up sky-scrapers also cause diminution of natural habitat of tigers (and for any wild animal for that matter) in turn provoking more and more reduction in the overall population.

Tigers are poached and killed for different parts of their body. It is illegal to use animal fur or any other part of animal bodies in many countries around the world. However, the demand for the same in the black market is high. Different parts of tiger body, ranging from the corpus, skin and nails to their teeth are in high demand in the illegal poacher market where these items are sold for millions of bucks. This is the reason, poachers and dacoits tend to kill tigers and get some easy money in return – the irreversible extinction of the animal from the planet is not what they would cry or mere think twice for.

This has to STOP!

And this has to stop immediately. The government has been trying hard to save the tiger but as we can see around us, it is not enough. We need to stand by the organizations that are working day and night towards saving the tigers and other near-extinct animals of the world and our countries. We have taken much from the wild and it is time we should return a bit back to them. If not, it will not be surprising if our children read William Blake and ask us what he was talking about. We only see a Dodo in clippings of Ice-Age; we only see a Kiwi on cover of shoe polish. Let this not be the only destination of our beloved, respected and feared tigers. Let’s hold hands and let’s stand up. We can make a difference and stop the downfall of tiger dynasty only if we stand together. Let’s roar – let the spirit be heard – let the tiger live for ages to come! Let us take a pledge and work towards saving the tiger – our national animal!

As Bapu (M. K. Gandhi) said, “Be the Change you want you see (in others).”
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Here are some links, if you want to browse through and know more about tiger and various activities going on around us to save our tigers.

The Tiger - a poem by William Blake

Tiger Reserves in India
SaveOurTigers – an initiative by Aircel, India
WWF India
ProjectTiger.nic.in
IndianTiger.Org

The above list is not exhaustive; but sadly, the tiger population may exhaust in no time, if we do not SAVE the TIGER NOW!

Neend

The Girl at the middle of the night:
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yeh dil bichhernay ka gham bhulaaye to neend aaye
zehan say tera khayaal jaye to neend aaye
meri seenay mein yaadon ki roshni hai
humaray andar bhi raat chaaye to neend aaye
najanay kyun ho rehi hai tanhaiyon say dehshat
jo aaj sab chaand doob jaaye to neend aaye
thakan say din ki meri badan toot ta hai
woh raat ko aa ker sulaaye to neend aaye
main aakhrii saans ko sambhalay huay khari hun
koi usay aaj sab bhulaaye to neend aaye
humein humaray udaas baaloon mein
woh phair ker ungliyaan sulaaye to neend aaye

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The Boy, somewhere far from her:
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kaash aysa ho, ke mujhe tu yaad kare
aur meri yaad tujhe sone naa de,
ek dusre ki bahon me bitayein hue wo haseen lamhe
tujhe yaad aye, aur sone naa de.

kaash aysa ho, ke main tujhe yaad ayun
har ahat pe tujhe lage ke main hun yehin kahin
har dhadkan se tujhe mere hone ka ahsaas ho
aur wo ehsaas tujhe saari raat, sone na de.

tere ankhon me base hue hain, jo mere khwab
tu unko palkon taq aane kyon nahi deti,
tere dil me mujhse milne ki hai jo junoon
tu use haqikat me badalne kyon nahi deti?

kyon nahi kehti ke tujhe bhi mujhse pyar hai?
kyon nahi kehti ke ye duriyaan tujhe bhi tadpati hain,
bilakti, sulaghti hogi tu bhi mere judaai me
apne aap ko mujhme samane kyon nahi deti?

kaash aysa ho, ke tu yaad kare wo haseen pal
jo humne saath guzare the, ankhon ankhon me
wo din jo jhilmilaye the kabhi apne saath
wo raatein jo humne bitaye the, baaton baaton me.

kaash aysa ho, ke mujhe tu yaad kare
aur meri yaad se teri ankhen bhar ayein
bhari ankhein ho jaaye bojhal humari sapno se
aur tu soye. jaagna na pade tujhko aur raaton me...
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Well, the above two poems are written by two different people. The first half is written by one of my colleagues - Shruthi. And the response from the boy was done by me. The thoughts put in while composing the two pieces were very different from each other and the poets never knew each other's thoughts. I am happy that the poems could be linked together. And I'm sure, you have had a good time reading them...

Wish you a very Happy New Year 2010!

Happy New Year friends! Its time again to wish – its time again to leave things behind and move ahead in life – towards happiness, towards perfection and towards ‘Self Realization’! This morning brought a new day, a new month and a new year with it. 2010. TwentyTen has begun. Wish you all a very Happy New Year and a time filled with joy, happiness, love and prosperity for the next 365 days and all the days of your life that are to come. May God bless you with all the god things in life! Keep laughing and keep spreading love all around and within yourself. Be good, do good and where you cannot, pretend to be good – and you will find one day – All Izz Well!

Read More of it in Thus Spake Tan!

The Indian Cow (I mean, almost that)

You'll forget English by the time you finish reading this. This is a true essay written by a candidate at the UPSC (IAS) Examinations.The candidate has written an essay on the Indian cow:

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Indian Cow

HE IS THE COW. "The cow is a successful animal. Also he is 4 footed, And because he is female, he give milks, [but will do so when he is got child]. He is same like God, sacred to Hindus and useful to man. But he has got four legs together. Two are forward and two are afterwards. His whole body can be utilized for use. More so the milk. Milk comes from 4 taps attached to his basement. [Horses don't have any such attachment]

What can it do? Various ghee, butter, cream, curd, why and the condensed milk and so forth. Also he is useful to cobbler, waterman's and mankind generally. His motion is slow only because he is of lazy species, Also his other motion… gober is much useful to trees, plants as well as for making flat cakes [like Pizza], in hand and drying in the sun.Cow is the only animal that extricates his feeding after eating. Then afterwards she chews with his teeth that are situated in the inside of the mouth. He is incessantly in the meadows in the grass. His only attacking and defending organ is the horns, especially so when he is got child. This is done by knowing his head whereby he causes the weapons to be paralleled to the ground of the earth and instantly proceed with great velocity forwards. He has got tails also, situated in the backyard, but not like similar animals. It has hairs on the other end of the other side. This is done to frighten away the files which alight on his cohesive body hereupon he gives hit with it.The palms of his feet are soft unto the touch. So the grasses head is not crushed. At night time have poses by looking down on the ground and he shouts. His eyes and nose are like his other relatives. This is the cow......

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The candidate passed the exam, and is now an IAS

Its a Forwarded Mail Post. I did not write it, as you might know - I'm not an IAS by any means :P LOL!