A Little North Of Normality

In the dim flickers of parochial society Dwells a panoply of melancholy A pagentry of pain And for god's sake its not a hyperbole All their thoughts are on the palsied path of a painful parameter In the parity of the surroundings And with the parlous chance of life they manage to cling on Inspite of struggle and strife... A parasitic prodigal is not professed but in the demands of the progeny The progression proliferates through the prophecy Of a provocative proud protector Incapable of the prowess Their prospects are of destitution but their posture of potency continues in the proximity of a prudent punter But the purgatory that they seem to see Is nothing but the paradox of poverty...........

In My Search for freedom And peace of mind I have left the memories behindWanna start a new LifeBut it happens to be rather absurd When you know the truth Is that I am thinking of you too…….Someway We shall be together babyTo form the core of the strongest emotion called!!!!!Love yes it is the strangest and strongest feel that dwells in the human heart.The true love is not just an infatuation it is something that one can feel not reason…You cannot equate ,measure or imitate love. Its one of its own kind and it rare for it is eternal it as holy as a cherubin untouched by the crippling emots of humans which include the flames of animosity envy to the thorns of jealousy and antipathy.The futility of this unimaginable strength of attraction is that in most cases it is adulterated.It is not love between a boy and a girl I am talking about its about the love that exists between two hearts ,between the creator and the creation, the prayer and the prayed and many other………………………………………………………………....

Names! Sounds familiar well it’s the welcoming news of the most awaited "thing" in West Bengal. Of course from the utterance of those "Ja Debi Sarba Bhuteshu" on that "Mahalaya" dawn as if the bells start ringing, the sky, the trees winds and creatures big and small utter that "MA" is coming. Its time____________for celebrations, the mesmerizing conch shells, proliferating 'kashfuls', blossoming buds spread the aroma of arrival.The atmosphere itself is intoxicating. Absolutely fascinating and perhaps too great to explain with mere words.For those who are in Kolkata it’s a continuation of the previous year. For those away its nostalgia and for the fresher its amazement.After all it is a once in a year experience and a humungus piece of joy happiness continue to swell up inside that bosom of yours. As if the very air we inhale smells of those incense sticks, the mellifluous sound of the dhak beats and mantra together make a rocking combinat...

Abstain from the banner That speaks of such beauty' For it is a mere exhilaration rather than science but all it manages is but To malign the borders of beauty Strange as the bands of hairs that grow are the wrinkles free face But well even then i consider it rather bestial To bespatter the body"s blight For in the effort of flying away You're boarding the return flight As poison brought with glee Inspite of it not being free to get what is against The very rule of the lord the bourne supremacy declines like brashness Though we are moving from records to i pods After all that you show today Is nothin but what you lack but isn't it fare on what you pay To make the looks more gail and gay abstain from the barbaric deed Away from the banner for the eternal prettiness as per duty Can never be the Botox of beauty

In the room of English Tution There is commotion but no confusion All is clear and all is fine From five someday to the tick of nine The batch of mine Is an awesome lot Some have a lasting effect Just like that of forget-me-nots Some have fun some have fought Whoever it is and whatever he does it is always poor Soumya who's always caught Last day I heard a story about a boy's troublesome glory and that he is kept all alone away from mom ,away from home Just to stop him smashing his and his brother's head with stone Then there's an awesome painter looking like a lifelong tenter one who who lives in a tent i mean I presume this by his height and also that he is lean There is one prowling habit like a little cute rabbit Small but quick in his mind Easily but sharp answers he finds Then there is one obsessed with a name who in a due course has gained some fame and there's one like a witty weaver He presumes his cousin has got high fever There are some w...

You're Not Sarcastic At all Sarcasm isn't for you, and you really don't appreciate it when people get their snark on. You still have a great sense of humor. You just prefer a silly joke to a sarcastic one. You sometimes have trouble knowing when people are mocking you. But you do know you don't like it! How Sarcastic Are You?