Silver anklets

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O_ ma go

Ei borsha majhe

Joler shrot-e

Pa dubai re

Tora bhashe..

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Hrid-begomer

Chollo asha

Krishnochurar,

Patar por-e

Shindur anka ache..

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Hrod-er e dhar e te

Sagor- o par e te

Neel akash er

Shuk-tara,

Ami Shokuntola..

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Gaan er ei groho te

Chand melechi

Haath e makha

Amar

Neel alta..

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Sobuj e. Jibon e

Ghasher pare e te

Jibon hete jai

Ami je,

Khurai,khurai!

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-swasTIKA

RECIPROCAL

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When the subtle touch of innocence smothers the lining of the soul-----the juncture of such a collision, leads to the conflagration of the mind and body.

It lights the divine power of the soul, to recreate the magic that already exists.. And then when the cloud of doubt subsides, the clustered happiness reorganizes to form a happy life..

You,then, acquire the ability to decipher the intricacies of God’s signature in His manifestations on the Earth.

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{{{This isn’t preaching ,or gibberish in its value..I suggest,if you allow this to reflect,the images collide,later merge, which penetrates within your-self,,to let you see the world more closely and widely..

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There is so much to see around us. So,

See. Hear. Believe.

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(and then again if you are wondering,why the name of this piece is reciprocal..i justify it by saying…. Reciprocal means 1 divided by the number….and 1 or ONE is GOD.. so reciprocal would mean….everything,the earth lies at the feet of GOD or at the feet of ONE..)

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-swasTIKA

Creativity competition

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So many creative writing competitions are held in my school..every year…interchool..intraschool..etc…

I write so much daily…but never have I ever won any such competition.. Actually,the whole idea or concept of writing----TO COMPETE—never does fascinate me….

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Rather,it sorta sound weird…the whole arrangement of it..writing is one’s passion..it is not to be displayed to impress others..it is to satisfy oneself..to quench one’s own thirst.___It is simply so weird---there is a specific topic given,specific time..and what more…..a WORD LIMIT!!!

…its jus so funny!

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I did once attend such a competition(actually I didn’t out of my own desire..i was forced into an invitation by my English teacher)…you know,what I did there?...In the beginningi tried to jot down something,___then I spent quite some time—observing others—someone bent over her paper..someone scribbling…someone trying hard to extract something worthwhile___i gazed on__and then__after a while,I pushed back my chair,and submitted my almost blank paper and walked off___

MOREOVER,creativity CANNOT BE JUDGED .._because the creator alone knows the creation implicitly_ _ _and the judge or the observer might not have(generally doesnot have) the perception of the creator,to judge the creation,…..and this is my opinion..

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p.s. opinions vary from one person to the other..

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and so,when you read/see a creation by someone else,you only have the right and the ability to express what it makes you feel,but never…good or bad…….. :)

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-swasTIKA

ALLOY

Butterflies by the day

Fireflies by the night..

Insufficient light
I’m beaten in the fight..

I woke up to tear you apart
To find you were a greater expert..

I stabbed at your back,with fear
I then dropped and dabbed at my tears..

Yelling in contempt
At my much failed attempt..

You turned at me,alive a bit
I feared,you might think me as the culprit..

I hid my black blood smeared hands
In my eyes,tears yet to be enhanced..

I took awash in the shower
Thinking of once,I had been tender like a flower..

I turned back,and you crushed me
Within the folds of paper,a dead bee..

I saw stars,I saw sparkles
I was half dead like you,just a miracle..

Half dead,I thought,magnificient
In time to realize it was insipient..

Barely alive,you blew air to my face,
That was all it needed to make me lifeless..


-SWAStika