Time and Beauty

Time is on a holiday
on the beach.. ah peace..
a few birds.. here and there..
the tales slowly cease..

The Master of the Mastermind
Oh hello, Glory-head !
the chimes of time.. a bell.. a clock..
Beauty – airbrushed again..

Do I know you? ” the words of Time..
to the maiden caged in sleep..
Unholy soul lingering about
blue hearts..to safely keep..

Pretty stones for the pretty lady
a gift for the shy smile
a knowing smell.. and mystery more..
everlasting dreams divine..

Battered.. shattered.. a twit in pain..
Pain.. in drops and stones
twirling down the mountainside
a broken mind.. and tattered dead bones

The sky in a slightly tawny shade
The gloaming gloating with glee
Beauty kept under wraps
in her dark world.. another long sleep..

Time.. O sweet nasty Time?
But Time is gone.. and somehow lost..
The raging waves.. all meaningless..
for Time is truly lost.


Here And There

It’s easy to write about sadness. Happiness. Well, that’s hard to pen down. Just a random thought.



Abhimanyu, my guy best friend, asked me to jot down whatever came into my mind.. however silly.. however absurd..

That way, atleast,  I wouldn’t lose the hang of writing..

But its easier said than done.

Suppose – I’m just sitting there..the slight breeze tingling my senses..the tick-tock of the clock..the ever so slight movement seeming like drum beats within the walls of my ear..and my mind..it’s just blank..not one idea.. not one thought..its just BLANK. Dead pin-drop silence empty- vessel blank.

Now what does one write about being blank.




I stared at the cell phone screen..eager to break away from the monotony of life.

It was Mr. Happy.

It’s him who knocks down my walls..carefully unwraps me from my dull brown paper package..takes up the paintbrush with deft mastery and dabs a bit of colour here and there.

And there you have me.Happy. A bit Dreamy. And awfully Sleepy.

Lazing on the couch..chocolate in one hand..a book in the other..mind far away..away..away from the real sane world..and yes, eventually falling asleep without a care in the world..



And yes, as you can guess, I sleep a lot..14 hours straight..That’s my record. 😀

Now,  coming to my Mr. Happy, he is awfully good you see. He is the good-est as there could ever be. Understanding and kind with a pinch of good humour- that’s he. And oh yes, I love being called Mrs. Happy. Makes me giggle..and starry eyed..and stare deep into the horizon with a silly red-cheeked dazed expression.



Enough mushy stuff.

*gives the red cheeked dazed expression*



Today it rained and rained and rained and rained.

And with the absence of the proper kind of wind, flying kites was an absolute no-no. 😐

Yah. The day sucked.



Okay. So I’m really tired right now.

Never start writing a post when you are tired and about to doze off – Note to self

So yah..

Bye Now.

Moving On

Bhalo lagar chonde chonde
duliteche mon..
duliteche akash.. batash..
ar bajje telephone..

Sondhe dhaka tarar chobi
misti kichu bole
dulche akash..dulche batash..
nibhu alor jole..

Elo je sei boro jhor
hururm durum kore
tukro tukro – porlo bhenge
ek poloke nisho kore..

Dukhe bhora chand konna
aj ekela se sara bela
amay besechile bhalo kokhono ki tumi?
naki sob nehati chelekhela?

Athero mash baisti din
ghorir shomoy nosto..
kenoi ba gele tumi?
keno ele dite ato kosto..

Ditam na tomay amar mon
bastam na tomay bhalo..
thaktam eka sarajibon
ningrenito na keu amar alo..

Dombondho kora ghore ami
ektu ador..usnota..ami bachte chai..
khola hawae dola nil akashe
pakhir moto urte chai..


Teacup and coffee

and beans strewn all around

a chocolate brown maze

paths not meant to be found…


Scribbles in white sheets

the forest made green and dense

i sit here under the moonshine

admiring its brilliance…


Scissors and gum bottles

different yet still the same

joining cutting rebuilding a world

a world in just a game..


The leaves have lost its glory

the dark shapes recasting the silver line

a world full of misery and hate

i seek refuge in heart thine…


Pale, cold, turning frosty pink

eyes not responding to be read

heart in a state of stinging pain

mind in conflict and vexed..


Assurance is what i need

kind words whispered into my ear

waiting for the first kiss of morning

tings a bell- far away..distant..or near…


Skipping in the harsh drizzle

as time eats away time

life is a maze- ought to be not

ridiculous smiles-caught in love’s crime…


Mellow dark leading to dawn

striking notes of clumsy melody

escaping the minds eye and all

peeping into a soul stung by another love bee.

Old. Old. Old. And Gone.

Okay. So this is like a really really old diary entry. Wayyyyyyy back in 2012.

( I really need to overcome this Writer’s Block. 😐

*super sad face* )


Today is Valentine’s Day. A happy day for most. Meaningless for the happy singles..and a bit sad and awkward for the few heartbroken ones like me.. It is mostly awkward..because..you know..should I wish him? or should I not? I mean we are friends.. but what kind of friends exactly? I call him my best friend.. but then why am I in the weird zone???

Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!! confusion! confusion!

Nahhh won’t think about it.. I won’t simply think about it..! Problem solved!

But then what exactly was the problem??

GOD! My mind is killing me! It’s weird the way my heart thinks about this and that all day.. Useless Jobless lil thing..!

I mean.. basically.. I spent like two hours looking at his pictures on his profile in Facebook.. (seriously..is this what it has all come down too..? INSANE! The gloom of doom..! )

*sigh! *sigh!

He does look pretty cute.. His hair has curled up a bit more than it was the last time i saw him..  His smile is dazzling as ever..and yes.. He is my charming… and i hope he wil be too after this rough phase is over..

BUNK my life.. n my never ending sad story.. I mean look around you..

There’s plenty of red roses..and balloons..and kisses..and people madly in love.. but who is going to spare a lil bit of thought to the minor group of not-so-loved people? basically no one.. either you can complain.. or cry your heart out thinking it is the end of the world.. and that you will surely die alone.. but hey! who cares a crap about this day anyway? seriously? just one day for love?

THAT is not fair..

But then, I think I’m losing my way to what I wanted to talk about.. if you love someone who loves you more than life.. then you are one of those lucky ones.. and I’m truly happy for you.. but if you are not so fortunate.. then don’t break down.. there is more meaning to life than this..  So, for now,  be  your own valentine.. love yourself a lil more..have chocolates and cakes and do whatever your heart, mind and soul wishes for without a care.. One day even we’ll have someone to share this day with.. someone who will look for us..saying..

I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands.
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
– William Butler Yeats


Even my fishes are having plenty of good time..messing around.. and me? I’m here..glued to my laptop..waiting for my cup of evening tea.. this is how I’m spending my Valentine’s Day.. looking back, last year..same day..same time.. life could not have been happier and more perfect.. but right now, this is my life.. THIS is my reality..

A truly awkward and confused article from the heartbroken to the heartbroken.. YES! I understand how you are feeling.. but if no one, here’s me wishing you..


If music be the food of love, play on.
– William Shakespeare




A One. Two. Three.

Exams are over. Finally done with them.

Basically, we had a long long holiday..study leave plus summer vacation. about 6 months i think.

But but but..I cant help begging for more. The fact that i will literally have to get up early in the morning tomorrow..drag myself up and go to college and attend boring lectures.. well that doesn’t get me excited.


College was not supposed to be like this. English Honours. What had I expected?

We will read a poem here and there.. a few essays..a bunch of novels..experience new stuff..grow in our creative majesty..and write write write and WRITE..

Who expected to study History and stuff..

I guess its important. But Whatever.

That got me a lil sad.

Just a lil bit.

But sad.


So I’m going out for a movie this afternoon. With Ma. Proloy. Supposed to be a good one. She’s been patiently waiting for me to be done with all my exams so that we could go out and have some girly fun. Just like old times.

I want the popcorn. She wants the movie.

Everyone is Happy.

Okay I wanna watch the movie too.

Parambrata Chatterjee is there. And even our Bob Biswas, Saswata Chatterjee.. Need I say more?


Yada yada yada.


And I’m supposed to be on diet. Hasn’t really worked out so far. Still stuck with “Day1”.  I literally have to shut myself up in my room when the cook is here..

Aloo Bhaja, Mangsho, Jhinge Posto, Amer Chatni, Dimer Dalna…

No. I cannot..Just cannot afford to catch a glimpse of all the delicacies everyone gets to have and I have to have fruits for one whole day.

That’s why it doesn’t work out. The diet.

The Dairy Milk in the refrigerator doesn’t help my case either.



Bye now.