The Reason

Is there really a reason? Do I really need one? What if the real reason is that its unreasonable enough to go about in the dark, trying to grope into the cluttered walls with old paintings and sepia-toned frames,with the spiders just waiting for its prey to land; and amidst the clutter, your torch suddenly flashes past by the tin soldier that you lost when you were a kid, and frantically searched for it till the last teardrop left its trail of saltdust over your cheeks? The reason is not what I care for, its the uncanny state of not finding one which enchants me.

A cake with butter-paper sticking to its side.Thats reason enough for me.

Purno das Baul

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The only thing constant is Change-I

Maybe I just liked the way it was. School, mad rush to the tutions, screaming for food before I could actually pull out my socks, the stealthy looks searching out for some known faces while buying the much needed fag during the after-tutions at GDs' or Amartyas'; Even for that matter, college...
...waking up,classes,or bunking most of them,evening escapades to the riverside or Huts or Sashmoler dokan for the regular cha,ciggys,bhaja maggi,dim toast,Projapoti,and other delectables never to be heard of in a Barrista or CCD,drunken stupor on Bangla(70%) or Old Monk,crushing dope while porn being played on mute on one side of the room,and wannabe guitarists strumming Mala or Hotel California on the other,dozing off in beds which could be easily be adorned in a penitentiary,waking up...routine life.

All at once it came shattering down.Unfinished

Best Original Song for "Falling Slowly" from the film "Once" - the 80th Annual Academy Awards

Lyrics | Falling Slowly lyrics

I've Learned

I've learned
that no matter what happens,
or how bad it seems
today, life does go on, and it will be better
tomorrow.

I've learned that you can tell a lot about
a person by the way he/she handles these
three things:
a rainy day, lost luggage, and
tangled Christmas tree lights.

I've learned that regardless of your
relationship with your parents,
you'll miss them when they're gone from
your life.

I've learned that making a "living" is not
the same thing as making
a "life."

I've learned that life sometimes gives you
a second chance.

I've learned that you shouldn't go through
life with a catcher's mitt on both hands.

You need to be able to throw something back.

I've learned that if you pursue happiness,
it will elude you. But if you focus on your
family, your friends, the needs of others, your
work and doing the very best you can,
happiness will find you.

I've learned that whenever I decide
something with an open heart,
I usually make the right decision.

I've learned that even when I have pains, I
don't have to be one.

I've learned that every day you should
reach out and touch someone. People
love that human touch - holding hands,
a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.

I've learned that I still have a lot to
learn.

I've learned that people will forget what
you said, people will forget what you did,
but people will never forget how you made
them feel.

~Anonymous

Renegade

Simple, the good life ain't so good after all...
Someday,somewhere.....it might get into the quiet plaintive addiction of searching endlessly for it...
And it may never appear.

Two gold coins in a dusty old bag

Dust and loneliness,
Brickbats and careless mistakes on notepads,
Same gellato,with separate souls
Two gold coins in a dusty old bag,
But is there anything in it for me?

Yellow lights glaring over the screen,
Jumbled alphabets on plastic keys,
Voices trailing over the hectic blur
Two gold coins in a dusty old bag,
Could you please find something there for me?

Florescent neons glaring, over metal paints,
Glutton eyes staring, at the "Devil's Own" plunge,
"Caesar" throbbing at the princely shadows
Two gold coins in a dusty old bag,
"Hey you", throw some light, who knows, maybe there is something in for me ?

Chaos and the gloom,
Shrieks in the midnight,jump cuts to the inevitable doom,
Cheque and cash,bills and other pieces of worldly trash
Two gold coins in a dusty old bag,
Gold coins! Can I have one for me?

Lonely paces towards the unkempt bed,
Issues and concerns, uncharted ways to tread,
The pillow by the side, the only one to share your night
Two gold coins in a dusty old bag...

Your finger sticks out, through the hole as you grope in!


The coins were lost for ages,maybe for better...or for worse!