The Raven Couple

Dear Natasha,

I believe you have already had a word with Mr. Duggar. You would receive your copy of the divorce litigation within a few days time in case you have not received it already from Mr. Duggar. Congratulations to you on winning the litigation! I hope the victory against me was quite satisfactory. I have come across a few of your photographs which I dint share with Mr. Duggar (which I know he would curse me for not doing so as being my lawyer he has the right to them), but I never felt like insulting you on the open court. The photographs were of you and Amit in a very compromising position. It’s a different issue that had I shown those photographs the litigation might have gone in my favor. How is Alisha doing? I don’t think she is old enough to start missing her Dad already. But I would be missing both of you equally.

Do you remember Natasha the tree beside my bedroom? The one which we used to watch together, bloom with the flowers and grow darker in shades when the monsoon showers washed it with its unyielding passion during the years of our marriage! Well since you had left last year, a raven couple had made their nest (house!) on one of its topmost branches quite a number of times. But unfortunately for them the first two times they made their nest and laid eggs, they could not save their child. Fate with the face of a snake made them succumb to its hunger; they fluttered their wings in despair but could not help see their unborn child being carried away in a live coffin. The second time they made their nest Mother Nature had taken its toll on them, she along with the rain as her scythe came to banish another new life from taking birth. And banish they did. The raven couple could not made houses like us to fight against the forces of nature and their nest finally toppled one day and the couple could only look helplessly. But God, who gives the pain, had also given them the courage to fight it. And they never left trying. And finally, a few days back as I woke up in the morning and heard the virgin voice of the new born. The chirrups, although barely audible sounded beautiful in my ears. And it was a sight for the sore eyes; the raven couples were feeding their little one.

We could have done the same Natasha, couldn’t we? I sometimes wonder as to where did we go wrong! We could have made such a nice family, and I did try my level best. I do agree that I might have had some drawbacks, but don’t we all do. Don’t we all have our own drawbacks? But then what’s a relationship where two people don’t have to compromise certain things in life. That’s how a relationship is made, right? If only you could understand it a little. You know Natasha; I sometimes think that what have we got by staying at the topmost position in the evolution pyramid? What have civilization made out of us, what have this culture, globalization, religion and those grandiloquent words made out of us? It takes so many things for us to maintain our relationships. We need the aid of counselors, we need lawyers, we need doctors, we need psychopaths, we need sociologists, we need rulers, kings, monarchs, presidents and what not! But for what, just to maintain what is ours? Just to maintain our family, our own family! And those raven couple just needed courage to fight against the world to have what’s theirs, to have their family. Is this what we could do by belonging to the most superior race in the history of this world? Is this the best we could do? Is this the best you and I could do when all we needed was a bit of understanding!

That’s one question that I would like to have the answer to. But no, like earlier I would not force this upon you too. I just wish I could have the answer to this. Then I could also have found the solution for the pain of separation from you and baby Alisha. And this pain has become very unbearable. So I have decided to go away from you and her. Go away where there would be no pain. By the time you would be reading this letter I would be long gone. I have left all my earthly possessions for you and my daughter. That’s should sustain you and her for a while. And those photographs are in my bank locker, you can take them whenever you feel like.

Its time for me to say goodbye to you and baby Alisha. But please do tell her that her father had missed her a lot. And hope you would find the answer to the question, the answer would be able to help those numerous others like me. They would not have to go away then.

Love,

Rohit.

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Miss Precious

[Dedicated to Kimmi]

Blue's the sky
Blue's the color of your eyes.
Solemn,
Solitude, opening the gateway
To Neverland!

So far,yet so near
Soul searching?
Fragrance of the morning light,
And reminiscence of a
Desolate past.

Finding Forrester

Out of sight
[Written by Paridhi Sharma]

Flames of oil lamp flickered
drop of oil trickles down
there was little left, for the flames to burn
she knew there would be darkness again
sitting in the corner, a faint shadow was quivering and wandering wall to wall
it was hers may be.

A window on the corner left
faintly visible
for it was covered with web and dust..
dust all over - walls, ceiling, floor.
names were written all over
were they conspiring against her ?
No clue.
She was dying
losing the continuity of her breath
she skipped a beat of her heart

Three

Two

One

tick...tick..tick...

a sound.

time.

clock.

" what was it ? " - she thought

it's from that world outside.

"Not this time ! " - she decided

perceiver and perceived will merge this time.

" It can't decide on her fate - again".

The Light won't subjugate the Darkness within.

It was fake, she knew.

A shadow she was.

Ignorance couldn't creep in

Flames were flickering rapidly

It can't keep on burning.

Light would be shed away.

She could hear the trees whistling

it was the wind, after all.


she knew it

the lamp falls, glass breaks into pieces

another blow of the wind carries it away.

a faint smile crosses her face.




There is Darkness

yet again.

She is Created

yet again


These are not the mindless drone of a senseless soul. These few couplets have an interesting story related to them. A movie was released titled Finding Forrester starring Sean Connery. Now there the protagonist put in front of them a challenge, he asked his companion to write. But the catch is that he would not think while writing. Surprising! Yes it is. The concept was not to let the words corrupt the thoughts of a virgin mind. And the movie continued on its own course. A very good friend of mine, Paridhi once took the challenge herself and went on to write something similar. The challenge was the same. To write without thinking. So that the words do not interfere with the thought process. And this was the end result. Now if you knew Paridhi, as I know her today you would know that these words were not quite incoherent in their own ways. They have their own meaning. Why? Well, these words came to her spontaneously and thus were a result of her subconscious mind. We all might look at a particular thing in all possible ways, but when it comes to spontaneity the word that will best describe a thing would be the one which our subconscious would designate it with. Now its upto the reader to deciper it in their own ways.

I tried something similar. And here is the result. These might also seem to be someone mindless drone but I know what they mean to me. Now if you read them and feel that they mean something to you or that you could get a sneak peek into my mind’s eyes I would appreciate if you could write the same as a comment.

Night

Night
Lights
Cars
Fast moving cars

Life
Cycle
Going down
Street lamp glaring with all might
Girls. Girls on a selling spree
Neons, busy.

Dogs from the other car looking at me
People busy to go
Ambitions, fulfillment.
People going far away
Where are they going?
Saw Anna, long time no see!
Why?
Busses,
Miscarriage.
Peace.
Where are thou?

Phone, talking endless gibberish
No point talking!
Sarees, mela of colours.
All of us,
Moving.

Nandigram

[Dedicated to those innumerable unknown citizens of Nandigram who taught us the language of protest that was long forgotten]

Realizations, when came
The time had already slipped
And thrown me towards
The begining of the end
Of losing my religion of land.

Mistakes, I had listened to
The music of change while
Watching the kaleidoscope of
The stars while I happily
Slept with my eyes wide open!

Consequences, I saw the ground
Beneath my feet. Slowly being
Taken away, ripped apart with the
Swiftness of quicksand while I
Watched the sky for signs of change

Aftermath, The endless fight with
The Darkness began. I held my ground
With all my soul’s strength and began
To wait. The wait for Solomon and his
Sailors to find the promised land.

Men!

I don’t understand you man,
And you don’t make it easy for me
To understand.

You become and animal in bed,
Why can’t even you think from
Your head!

Sad state of Bangla Rock

Song - Hurricane
Year Released - November 1975
Singer - Bob Dylan
Genre - Folk Rock

A protest-song sung by Bob Dylan which was co-written by Jacques Levy, about the imprisonment of Rubin "Hurricane" Carter. Here Dylan makes his voice heard about the false trail and conviction of Rubin, describing it as an act of racism.

Song - ?
Year Released - Was to be released on 2007
Singer - ?
Genre - Bangla Rock

A man named Rizwanoor Rehman was murdered in 2007, there was lots of controversies related to his death. Till date numerous questions remains unanswered. But the saddest part is that the so-called Bangla Rock genre could not produce a singer who could create one Hurrican out of Rizwanoor.

Many of the post-modern Bengalis swear by the names of these so-called Bangla Rock bands as if they are the Gods of Rock. Here too a burning question remains unanswered. Why are these self-proclaimed Gods of Rock incapable of producing a song which would even remotely touch the passion of Hurricane? Are they too afraid to raise their voice?

If thats the case then why should we call it Bangla Rock? Cause Rock as we know is not just a genre of music. It's a way of life. But Bangla Rock, as its singers portray it, is a bunch of long haired punks trying to play a metal guitar producing something which dont have a remote resemblance with Rock but can be easily termed as utter cacophony.

Is this what Bangla Rock is all about? Is this what we have made out of Rock?

Let's Dream a Dream Together

I am a dreamer, but I am honest with my dreams.
I don’t dream about changing the worlds,
Neither do I dream about bridging the gaps.
My dreams don’t concern the differences in colors,
Neither are they about the rising rate of crime.
I don’t dream about breaking the walls, neither
Are my dreams related to the extinction of animals,
Or global pollutions or protests against the authority.
I don’t dream about any of these things, cause I
Want to be happy in my life. And dreaming about
These things brings on pain and heartaches. Its
Like cancer, tries to eat me up from inside.
When I dream about these, I feel like waking up.
I feel like going out and do something, but I don’t
Know what do I want to do cause I feel very scared.
I feel very scared to wake up and lift my hands to break
The walls and barriers that holds us back in the
Darkness of ignorance, the darkness of slavery. And how
Can I do such a daunting task all alone, this makes me
Scared. So lets dream a dream together, then I wont
Be scared, then I wont feel the pain. Cause together
Everything is possible, together nothing is forbidden.