A Little North Of Normality

The world today sees the crimes Yet it keeps mum they say it dark times The victim is unwelcome today The criminal roams happy and gay Is there a ray of hope Any way of redress ope' If not then the only struggle To make the men ,better muggle Is to feel the urge within Confess and be free from sin..............

If its you that the world seeks’t Its you that craves for more Thy shadowy curls Entrails upon the mystic silhouette Its you whom I seek The silver celestial harmonics The tinsel herald Exquisite inevitable the vision Turns to thee For on and on and on Supportive thy brows are Calm and soothing that stare Thy promise means a lot Veritable facts unleash the hidden accusations But Lo! You see as if An image of a flawless being or thing as such Mirrors the countenance of that Man who awaits The paragon of beauty is that for which lies in the eyes of the beholder The whistle of the cuckoo The footsteps of the girl The dripping drops To that tinkling tear The moist cheek of that little boy To that of delicious dinner A wine glass or water Doesn’t really define it all Examples are of plenty That itself is beautiful When I see through I see nothing When I stare I barely relish But to gaze upon to listen to smell thee That very heart Quenches its thirst the quivering bee, beetles

Some say light comes even before the eternal beauty,some say days are more beautiful but for the first time in my life did I experience nocturnal beauty was in the jungles of Beirut 170km from Kuchira in Orissa. It was one'0'clock in the morning the darkness filled with the shadows of the forest canopies in their viridescent habiliments.The trees decorated in the soothing moonlight,the dulcet sound of trampling leaves under the soft animal paws pleased the very mind.These were accompanied by the rhythmic buzz of some unknown insect.I was amazed by the sense of tranquility and loneliness.The northern fringes of the forest was glistening with the reflection of the moon on the crystal clear waters of the Samarmudi Lake........... Some times the dead silence of the night was suddenly shattered by the screeching night bird and sometimes by the unpleasant croaks of the toads.The upper branches of the canopies were covered with some tiny flowers with heavenly fragrance and

Akriti had just failed as per his report card by 3 marks in the annuals. The corridor of his life shall not change for at least one more year. Akriti knows he is not at fault its just that he can't get those logical calculs inside his creative brain.Well Akriti can sing better than any of his counterparts he can draw a work of a impeccable professional hand are his sketches but the applause is overlapped by the ill words of the reverberating sentimental pricks or emotional sermonization or sometimes even exuberant and intellectual lectures of putting in that bit more..... Yes! Akriti reached home that day but not breathing his creative finger lay pale and stiff by him,he had jumped from the 3rd floor Experiencing what was it to be a bird for a few seconds (how much he couldn't calculate)before embracing death.... logic was his apprehension and utopia his vision.What he did he knew was wrong but then he also knew of the calamity that awaited in his house when he wo

Well there are things which drive me mad and one of it is loud crackers,cackling and bursting like a cantankerous crows ,my god why doesn't the world do something about it, come on people are speaking of the damn air pollution imagine living a peaceful sleep in Kali Puja ------------------you cant .Last year it was still better but god knows whether the government is celebrating a silver jubilee of mismanagement that it has allowed so much crackles with much ado......come on its the festival of light glimmers not some damn BOOM. Well then why celebrate deepavali lets name bombavali more interesting ,anyways gotta go had no sleep last night.............coutesy -some bombastic jackasses..

Finished reading “ one night @ the call centre ” ……………….A gem of a book another feather in the cap for Chetan Bhagat…The plot though is brilliant .Immensely influencing and the conversation with god is really a treat and perhaps is a thin that made me look at life slightly differently. It has made and given a brighter flicker in amidst multiple themes and halo….Its cool and way he writes is the perfect alloy of humour modern day sarcasm and the attitude of a true IIT’ian……………………………….. This is not an advertisement and is nothing but what I think about the book,never get influenced by what I say I am slightly crazy my friends will elaborate however this “schizophrenic attitude is a part…..of a teenagers life”- HOWEVER IF YOU ARE ONE OF THOSE KINDS WHOSE ALSO PREFER THINGS OTHER THAN HARDCORE LITERATURE ”SHAKESPEAREANISM”___________ to be specific you might find this a deal for your pocket at Rs-95 only/- ABHISHEK PAL