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- Wreetojyoti Ray
- 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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Wednesday, November 18, 2009
prophecy
There shall be no evil
so there'll be no world .
the sea returns all ,all but blasphemies
peoples are bathing in the blue rain of
guilt, dances with its vile coldness.
Who are you today ?
the one who said " love .."
the one who said "mother"
or the one who kissed misery and
embraced "the accuser" ..
the arms that have gone cold
the eyes that are closed with fear
should have closed before .
before ..
the ugly infant said " let me get poisoned"
the tears that burned for your laughs
so fearful with their stings..
remember you said
" this's my world " ..
and now there will be no evil
cause there will be no world ..
- by wreetojyoti
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