Indeed, doesn’t appear though. I think it’s more to do with the aura than anything else. Long standing giant amidst an ageing and growing metropolis. #calcuttadiaries
Altitude
Heights, perceivable yet deprived.
Tells us where we are, doesn’t say where we came from. We like to be at the top, but fear to look beneath. Love flying higher but eroded by turbulent waters.
Yes, I adore being out there but somehow get this feeling that blossoming flowers often forget the roots.
the altitude. It isn’t what we see, it is what we don’t.
the sanity hour
When all that I had was a truncated life with plethora of bliss around me. Pure.
ah! those moments..
little, very little, immensely little.
Yet, you provoke me, you juggle me, you toggle me with no ends.
i feel those soft hands, soft legs, soft sponge like touch,
get immersed every time you take a glance at me whilst other chores,
carrying you every time in my arms and lap is a outlandish feeling caressed over multiple borders.
vicious circle, I know. but all the more consuming and pervasive.
i cannot be with you all the time, but want to be with you all the time.
yes, all the time. you will get to know me, one day,
i know you everyday. i do. so imminently.
if love was a single unanimous verdict, it would be you.
you are a part of me, and you are my emergence of virtue.
What’s in a 14?
Probably, the most hyped date in the world. No vintage urn, just being eroded with the most consumate word in our lives – love.
Nothing against love though. Neither do I have anything unceremonious against people loving each other. We must, we do, we will. But are we serving the purpose is the question here. If I love someone, why do it just for a day? Rather, why all this propaganda for the people you love when the person you love knows you do? Do we have to make this public? I am not looking for an answer, am trying to introspect. And find answers within. You must unless you really want the advertisers and purgative offers to exploit you.
I think global world is devout of the whole Valentine stigma, and we like sticking our nose out to smell something that’s out of box. Or, can I say, out of mind. In fact, that’s exactly what I meant.
In an age when love is no more than a mere four letter word, we need just you and me to say ‘I Love You’. Keep it simple, and keep it true.
Vicinity
Watching us over, as a mother whose watchful eyes tell us stories of sin, redemption and sanity.
I am around, so are you.
nearer to you..
I kind of like the setting sun, goes down but not without achieving the nods and dangling a glimpse of the promise it holds for the next day.
Life, learn. Days and nights.
when bliss is around
Your open eyes is my moist yolk,
Your sleep is the deepest wait of my life.
I wait, I wait, just waiting is my job in hand,
You open your eyes, and life redeems me.
Inside the womb, your kick was a myth,
You came out and your slimy smile makes me go bonkers.
You look at me and its sheer enigma. Yes, it still is.
Merely holding you in my hands for few minutes is visiting the sublime.
Day was spent in miscellaneous meander, you still did hover around my thoughts like heavy clouds over perennial landscapes.
All for your love, so much worth than we actually, and seldom realize.
As I write, I crave to take a glimpse of your pervasive innocence,
Day or night, you rule me.
This had to be told. Yes, I just did. I remain encamped and the future is born.
A Father’s Note
Holding your just born son in your hands is a feeling beyond describable words. For a change, I have run out of ammunition as the newly born has swept me off my feet and I don’t feel the earth beneath me. The moments when we saw each other – yes, you can argue that the baby was oblivious of his father’s inquisitive eyes that ran like crazy to say – son, am your father and I love you. Yes, he will not respond now, nevertheless but a new era has begun, a new relationship has just created this world around me that I never knew existed till you happened to me. You don’t know who I am, yet. But you are my world, my life, my heartbeat. My everything, I guess. And I want you to know it.
Cheers to us, our life and we both are indebted to your mother, the woman of my life and the featherbed of your existence.
Till you open your eyes, mine will remain famished.
juggernaut
My beast isn’t my kind though.
traffic
There’s always this buzz about New York, London, Mumbai. Quietly, Calcutta figures amongst the noisiest and one of the most populous ones. Not revered but neither forgotten.
Intrigued but not astonished, I have not seen vehicular traffic in Calcutta getting diminished by the travesties our trans-infra change. With some overwhelming overdrives that have graced the city in the last few years, the pedestrian traffic and the subsequent jostles haven’t died down. in fact, that some places still sustain the nuptial knots of charm says a lot about the soul of the city. Let’s humdinger down!
daunting is life
Man with all his capacity and victorious zeal, is found susceptible at the gamut of endings.
Skill remains unwanted, money is relinquished in the wake of the alarm that steals the thunder,
Forget what’s there, find a way to live.
Busy in our selfish encore, a sudden thud reminds us to be human.
When all else isn’t important and what we don’t comprehend is the need of the foolish hour.
Our instincts are based on courageous tendencies, but a renaissance is something we all pray for.
Forget where we stand, let’s find a way to live.
What’s in our path is what we choose, what we don’t see is destiny’s hormone.
Achieving is zest, praying is us.
Amidst all wrongs, we pray for right moments. During fall, we call Phoenix.
Forget what’s in store, let’s live today.
@Lifeoholic 