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Know Why The Caged Bird Sings!

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A lot of Questions!

And I try walking backwards.

Fresh smile at the table,
Dressed for work,
Knots at the right place,
And you feel I slept sound.

And I try walking backwards.

No frown on my lips,
Greetings with a warm face,
Words sweet and tender,
And you feel I held up.

And I try walking backwards.

No tears from my eyes,
Nor twitching of the lashes,
Nor moistness at the corners,
And you feel I have not cried.

And I try walking backwards.

For you have not seen my wet eyes,
Nor faltering lips or spasmodic nights,
Caged am I still! You now know!
Know why the caged bird sings.

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Written by Abhishek

September 1, 2011 at 1:36 PM

Let Me Rediscover You!

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Lady Love

Veil not your frozen tears,
Behind the solemn eyes.
Veil not your lush beauty,
Behind the cheap mascara.
Veil not your rosy lips,
Behind the feigned smile.
Veil not your palping breath,
Behind the tutored stance.

Come, as you are, onto me,
For I judge not you.
Shred the mantle, blind
Let me rediscover you.

Written by Abhishek

August 21, 2011 at 2:31 PM

Ashes!

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Like yesterday!

Like yesterday too!

By the misty pane, over the candle flick,
The moon, shy, glides into the clouds thick,
Red  eyes bore down on the parchment wet,
Dried  and  cringed  from tears and  sweat.

Toppled,  the  pot  of  ink  on  the  table  lay
Have had silently bowed to the winds’ say,
The quilt scribbling away words unspoken
Wishing to mend the strings broken.

Pages after pages the quilt bleeds,
As unto  sweet  longings  it recedes
Carving delicate reminiscence faint
Of chained reveries, a tad restraint.

The wobbling flame, signals the end
But, more! More has to be penned.
Signed reluctantly, sealed with a kiss
With the pledge of a tomorrow, bliss!

And like epistles written every night,
Held  tonight’s  too  to  the  flare  bright
Crumbling, vanished into the smoke, lorn,
Dreams wrecked like a baby stillborn.

To collect, unto the urn, ashes, dry,
Bottling nights and memories wry
For one day, will set the urn free
On its way to you, across the sea.

Have you ever had lots to tell,
Writhing to break loose the spell?
Have you kept the nights awake,
Of hearts, desire and longings ache?

Written by Abhishek

August 19, 2011 at 4:00 AM

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Rebirth of a Rebel

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The rebel and his army

He looked down onto the wet earth,
The  ashes  still  warm on  the  pyre,
A  glance  with neglect   and  dearth
At his rebel ideas  razing in the  fire.

As   numbness   bloated  the   hollow  fog
And vapours condensed on glasses moist,
He’s  proud   for  that   mighty   prologue
And  of the fearless  opinions  he  voiced.

– Each one of us has two lives – one where we live and the other where our ideas live. Most of us are not passionate enough to contribute significantly to the second part. The Rebel lives on, dormant in each one of us, without ever realizing its power to put forth new ideas and inspiration for the next generation.

– This poem is a toast to all those Bloggers and Activists who are voicing their opinions and trying to educate the masses.

He looked down onto the wet earth,

The  ashes  still  warm  on  the  pyre,

A  glance  with neglect   and  dearth

At his rebel ideas  razing in the  fire.

As   numbness  bloated  the   hollow  fog

And vapours condensed on glasses moist,

He’s   proud   for  that   mighty   prologue

And  of the fearless  opinions  he  voiced.

Written by Abhishek

August 16, 2010 at 7:16 PM

The Silver Lining

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The Silver Lining

Deep dark inside, it seemed
Peeped down – it looked like a deep chasm
As if lost, twisted in some jerky spasm
Not even a ray of light beamed.

The thunderous monsoon played wrath
Contriving clouds dancing to its tunes
Obscurity encompassed the sandy dunes
That lay by the side of the path.

Far far ahead the empty road lay
Not even a speck of life in sight
And the bareness, with itself, in fight
Just then, a voice from behind floated “Hey!”

Looking back, a familiar face smiled
The tears rolling down the sides spoke
“It’s me! Again” was all that the voice could croak
And an invisible kiss on the lips mild.

“Hold my hands, as we have always had
And as rules of freedom love birds abide
Supporting you always from by your side
Bestowing the strength, with courage to add.”

Clutching the hand, moving in sync
Could see the clouds parting its cloak
Mischievous clouds obedient by some magical stroke
Revealed the sunshine to the soul – the missing link.

Clear blue skies heralded by the wand
Showed the track for them to tread
Bathed in the light and nothing left unsaid
The Mighty Gods have reinforced the bond.

– For we are bound to go where mariner has not yet dared to go, And we shall risk our ship ourselves.

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Written by Abhishek

June 27, 2010 at 11:39 PM

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Faith Sells! – (Blog-a-ton 6)

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This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 6; the sixth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.

The current post can be said to be a continuation of an earlier post of mine, namely, “Questions?” where I debated the existence of God, and the relationship between Mortals and God ( I prefer to keep both ‘M’ and ‘G’ in capital letters) pondering over why ‘God’ has ever come into existence.This post would revolve around some ‘faith’  facts that I had noticed over the years, and how ‘fear’ is being en-cashed to milk the common people out of their daily meager savings.

‘God’ has always been my favorite topic, and I have always tried to analyze what ‘God’ is and what it symbolizes. Though not many would agree with me, I would still like to believe that God is nothing but fear personified. How often have you heard the words “God is angry with me”? I have heard them quite a bit, and from there have sprung my questions Read the rest of this entry »

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January 9, 2010 at 12:14 PM

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Far from the madding crowd…

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After some 16 years, we made a short trip away from the daily chores of  our household. A short trip indeed – 3 days only – but no doubt one of the most soothing and charming journeys ever. It was quite a trip with no proper planning at all – not knowing how to go where we should be heading next.
We started off from Kolkata on the 31st morning for Maithon – one of the most beautiful and calming place I had ever seen. Maithon, located on the banks of river Barakar, is the home of one of the most successful projects of India and  the Damodar Valley Corporation’s first successful one. The chilling cold splash of waves against the rocks, the shivery pinching of the cold winds against our faces and the beautiful scenery – it all made for a perfect way Read the rest of this entry »

Written by Abhishek

January 3, 2010 at 9:04 PM

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