The moon is no longer what it used to be for me.. because I’m no longer in love! The moon has ceased to shine in its pure,serene, virgin white beauty…

The dark night no longer contrasts brightly with the white light of the moon…. The moon,rather, is no longer beautiful in its graceful white beauty… … it is smeared by the blood spilled by thousands of dying lovers who donot and cannot close their eyes at night……. The blood smeared on the face of the moon, disturbs the purity of the white light. . . I see the distinct orange-red-yellow deep tinge on the moon, instead of the white lady I used to see every night,in the night sky!

… …… ……. Don’t you suppose, even my blood is responsible for having snatched the virginity of the white colour of the moon………..?

Is it all because I’m no longer in love?

Sigh…………

Thy moon,I’ll come and..

…mourn over your coffin.

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-swasTIKA

Chaoa..paoa

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Dhorte chaitam chand

Urte chaitam akashe

Chute chaitam surjo

Asrai chaitam satyer..

Hote chaitam samudro.

Pahar, toru, nodi

Ar sob kichu sundor

Bachte chaitam manusher moton

Ei apurub prithibite,

Tobe pouchate parini..

Akebare parini..

Hariye felechi lokhho..

Tobe aj, sahosh kore,

Bariyechi haath..

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-purba mukherjee..(a friend of mine)

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This composition by her was sent to me,for me to continue the later part of this piece of writing..n so,here I go…..

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Tai aj boli,

Kache eso.

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Esho moder majhe

Moner kache.

Torun saje

Onujer ogroje.

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Cholo,

Mishe jai,jibon-nritye.

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Aj kache esho.

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Dhoro haath,

Esho dhoronite…

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Chander chorine bulabe haath,

Nilimar bodone chumbon obadh.

Jholshe jabe robir kirone,

Satya-sundor-er aboron-e.

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Opurbo purbo akashe,

Milbondhon ghote akashe.

Boye jai unmad shrotoshini,

Tumi hobe manob jibon er ogroni..

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Danai pakhir boshe,

Jabe tumi ure,

Sei nil dupur er,

Rastar onek dure.

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Godhuli te,dui belar shondigdhho kal-e,

Dhonya jokhon,

Kundoli pakaiya pakaiya,

Uthe jabe urdhopane,

Janibe,

Hoiyache shomoi,

Bejeche diner shesher ghonta,

Sesh tobe dinta..

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Tokhon,

Punno-pap-er snigdhotai,

Dhuye jabe bidinishar ondhokare….

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-swastika

Impress or suppress?

Neither to impress..nor to suppress…

There is no right or wrong..thats my opinion though..right or wrong is something,that we create…..its just a choice of the mind….a state of the mind…because in every right there is a wrong..and in every wrong,there is a right…..its is just something one chooses to believe in..and choices do vary :0 ..there is nothing wrong about being right..and right about being wrong….and of course..vice versa……….it is the balance between the two,that keeps the world stabilized….

Yup..i’m a nihilist..a non-believer of **right and wrong**

{I know..even to this,someone will say, ”no this is wrong..”…or ‘yes..thats right..”…………but I’ll say,”it is jus how I suppose it to be__again,I my thinking..there is neither right..nor wrong”}

-swasTIKA

THE SOUND OF REFLECTION

Shima shimanto-er baire

Odhir shikar,kon prante jaire…

The touch of the faint smile

Extravagance of thought enjoying an exile..

Ronger pata muche

Kon patar kon-e khuje…

A living baby within a womb respires

Drawing away life,the mother expires..

Palonke su-sojjito nari

Shukher ma-er haathchani…

A perpetual warmth exudes

The lady in pink gown,eludes..

Muche deoa rong-er khela

Lukiye shoto-hajar kotha nana…

Straps of curling green laurel

Stamping below,a sheet of rubble..

Shoptom roth-e chore pothik

Hoyeche poth-binash-er nabik..

Bristles away all desert roses

Brambles braided into prim-roses..

-swasTIKA

The shadow of extravagance

Din-er majhe din-er jatra

Ghoniye shokol rin-er matra…..

Orthobihin sobde seje

Ichhe-er majhe ichhe moje….

Harano kothai haranor madokota

Choddo-tola theke porar adrota….

Dodulloman ei shopner deshe

Shopnabishto akorshon-er akrosh-e….

Motte mete udbhranto

Khelai mogno sishu shanto….

Churai chore churanto

Chondon-e lipto shorojontro….

Kaliborno kalo meghe mekhe

Kal-krome durjoi dake….

Durjoi majhe megher roddur

Shopner chaya-ai,ghum bhongur…..

-swasTIKA