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giving a practical view on myself... m a human being with usual dreams of shining in life, getting married to my "dream girl" and live happily ever after ..... and for a true identity I’m a person who is always in a conflict with this materialistic world..... in time of sorrows my ailment is songs of Rabindranath... the rest of the time i spend with my books , music and o’course my camera ... when i cry in pain. drops of tears roll down my face...and i maintain a dead silence.....and when i laugh, I maintain an applauding sound.... unlike sukanto i never saw the moon as a baked bread.....but it seems to be very lonely out there....and i find a fellow mate to whom I can say “so how was ur night” people tells me I’m an introvert..... i tell myself i feel it useless to share my thoughts with this practical world.... i write sentences. virtually of no meanings.. i like to hangout with my friends. the regular addas,, parties with cakes and ales are also what i cherish a lot in my life. but when i return home., completing that day’s journey through the road named life.. I return to my own world.. Whom I name it as the “world of desertion”

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Tuesday, August 25, 2009

One evening



Life goes on... and so do we!
In our monotonous days and nights and in this mundane world.
People weave dreams.
Those dreams wither away.
Some are murdered.
And woven again. Dreams are woven everyday.
Lazy Kolkata doesn't know how to change.
We have never taught her how to.
and now she is all alone.
And so are we.
Every burnt cigarette piece has lots of fading feelings behind it.
Yet they don't speak.
We have failed to keep them alive within us... 

the one who loved and the one who cared.
And now we wander aimlessly everyday, searching for them.
One evening brings us close
One evening throws a few pictures from the book of memory... 

memory fossil-ed for eons.
One evening brings us the days and the nights
And thus, life goes on... and so do we.


- by wreetojyoti

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