Wreeto's diary

Dear God I'm ray I know you'll not read my letter but I hope you may .. I'm differant "special" well thats what they say Am I? who am I ? I wanna see you..just tell me the day. When I'll meet you I'll tell you my story about the sad girl and the old man and all about my glory How I won the cricket match, and the "sit 'n' draw" too I brush my teeth everyday, believe me ... I do !! I paint the sky grey and the leaves yellow-red some people thinks I'm funny, and few gets afraid That's the way I see things all around me I dont go out so much though I always loose my key I wish to grow up and be like Alexander the great I wish to have a kingdom where everyone will be my mate Where the soldiers parade with flowers in their hand where children play all day long making castles out of sand Where happiness comes in through every single door and mom won't scold me when I'll paint the floor tell me God can all t

hathat hawa pechon theke chomke dae phire takatei porda heshe othe... kirokom bicchiri meghla andhokar.. aro beshi kalo holei patar sabuj rong bodlate suru kore... tarpor nijera bodle giye bidghute chokh ... takie thake amar dike amar samne char jon bandhu, dui bandhobi golpo kori, galper sange khun akeoporke... aro beshi brishti hole bandhu r bandhobira bodle jete thake.. tader kotha, bodle giye chondo tader dari coma bodle giye anubhuti tarpor lomba nistobdhota.... atodiner sabdo gulor jano ghum bhenge jay brishti kome gele abar sei galpe fire jai jekhane sudhui dari coma r full stop. - by wreetojyoti

When the evening sun turns all bloody The hero in the film says “true love doesn’t exist” They say “you are the one, I want to die with...” “spend the rest of my life with ...” “When I close my eyes you are the only one out there” Romantic ! they are. I’ve closed my eyes a thousand times... All I see is “afterglow”. But when the bleeding sun bleeds no more When I feel your caring fingers Slowly moving across my weary hairs When you used to gently pull the blanket over my body  the cold nights... When you shared the little piece of chocolate With me... even though there were many more in the box When your breasts were not seductive but a place to die Happily... resting my head while gazing at your celestial face as if wars were finally over. As if a baby lying in its cot gazes at the wonderful, mysterious  wind chime When your arms reminded me of the fortress of fairy tales... Your angry face which the cigarettes feared. Your tensed yet

  Have you ever felt that you’re lost And every doors around you, locked. Have you ever felt like running straight into the fire Because someone wants to see you burn... Sometimes its not your choice, or is it Your choice to be chosen Have you ever followed a mirage Or an illusion, because it helps you to hope, dream Have you ever walked down a road That, you knew, leads to “nothing” Have you ever trusted the past, the present and the future Because you feared the “truth” might snatch your smiling soul... Have you ever thought about hiding yourself Within your own shadow, - by wreetojyoti

Should I believe in God ? This question has always haunted me. God is a supreme power. Omniscient, omnipotent. The Tsunami that destroyed Japan, the hurricane Katrina, the previous tsunamis all were “God’s will” and “nature’s rule”. “karma” says some. Let’s come all the way from this macrocosm to microcosm. Our regular life. Each one of us expects “justice” but in turn do so many injustices to others. There’s an invisible battle going on throughout. We become a part of this battle since the first time we take our first step outside our house, away from the care of our parents into this harsh world. We all have been through lots of hardships, struggles, humiliations, betrayals, in our life, and the most interesting fact about us all is we all think that “no one will ever know and can understand what I’ve been through”. Of course it’s true that different people have different kind of experiences in their respective lives. Some have endured a lot o

...And I Don't Repent I don’t repent I’m proud of my scars, daily perspiration Every evening, hunger penetrates me My hands, breasts, shoulders turn wet. I will not repent The bed of roses always had their thorns thousand Inflammations, like kisses… I’ve danced naked into the night I’ve cried over my piers, each time I burned. Unheard.. I’ve jested over my path of vengeance I’m a mother, I’m a life … I’m the reflection that is envisioned over my child With the scars. I … don’t want to repent, I care no more. I’ve relaxed over my satisfaction, I’ve learned to quench my thirst. And when Every evening, hunger penetrates me I think of the night, the sunny fields, the starry sky That once was mine… that I deserved and I don’t repent. - by wreetojyoti _____________________________________________________________________ Laaga Chunari Mein Daag Manvaa Mein Mere Aandhi Hai Uthi, Aur Stabd