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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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The Angel Song

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The Angel Song

I met a lost angel this night,
In the lonely woods, in plight.
Mending  her  broken  wings,
With  rugged  magic  strings.

“Can  you  help  me  out?” –
Her moist eyes in doubt,
-“will  grant  you  a  wish.”
Hands trembling in anguish.

“There,  they all  wait  for  me,
Bleeding  Souls in  teary  sea.
Those wounded soldiers there
With  nothing but  faith bare.”

How could I refuse!
An  angel  in  blues.
But I know not how,
How to fulfil this vow!

With a soft look into my eyes,
She read through the naked disguise
And  said “All I need  is a  drop  of  tear
To drag me out of this gnawing despair.”

Little  startling,  little  high
A little request I can’t deny.
So I squeezed out a bitter drop
A sacrifice for the little Aesop.

Happy again, she vanished in starry glow,
Rousing  up the fallen leaves with a  blow.
*
The wish, still, I have not put to use,
But  those  tears I started  still  ooze.

Written by Abhishek

August 12, 2010 at 6:40 PM

The Closing Bell

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The mind gazed at the sky,
Both barren, blue and dry,
Not even a cloud out high,
Or a thought crossing by.

Been through such a time?
Eerily silent as a broken chime,
And the night in her hours prime
Weaving magic with her acts mime.

Just when the prologue was ’bout to end,
And the purity was ’bout to transcend,
A gust of wind had the feathers ruffled,
And, the act was enveloped in noises muffled.

The rough winds hissed in from the north,
And    dragged     strange     fears    forth
Like men concealed in the Trojan horse,
Unlocked the gates for emotions coarse

The soul wedged in the night yelled.
I,  like  a  stunned  soldier,  beheld
The rummage began taking its toll
As despair massacred the timid soul

With  the  epilogue  still  to  play,
And the actress distraught in the fray,
The waning moon escorted her through,
As she hid her face,  her discoloured hue.

*

The war was done.
I know not who won,
Who seized the stage
Emptiness or rage.

Written by Abhishek

July 31, 2010 at 8:41 AM

The Return to childhood

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Bidhannagar Mela at Salt Lake City, Kolkata

Or, that’s what I felt yesterday, when my friends and I made a visit to a nearby mela, ripe with all the rides – the Well of death(the best way to translate ‘Maut Ka Kua’), the vertical giant wheel, the indomitable swingers(dont be a pervert, i am tking about a ride! lol!); the snakelady gimmick, the tantrik jadugar, the most rustic form of a casino, and Read the rest of this entry »

Written by Abhishek

January 30, 2010 at 7:51 PM

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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Questions?

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Man vs God – This has been one topic which has poked me all throughout. Questions have often engulfed me to the point of dizziness. Which of the two is a reality and which one is fantasy. “Who is God?” Or rather, “what is God?” – is it just a name or a symbol or a idol out of mud and clay? Is it the manifestation of inner power of human beings? Is it simply an object to boost courage during hardship and nothing else? God never seems so real. It’s an identity created out of the inherent weakness in man. It’s born out of the insecurities in and of man. Man has created God and not the contrary. And that’s what has given God so much power. It’s a lion in a pack of sheep. The lion does not exist if there is no sheep. We are but meek creatures given into all kinds of idolatry, without ever looking inwards. Look what strength we have. Look at Swamiji’s teachings.

You are lions; you are the soul, pure, infinite, and perfect. The might of the universe is within you. “Why weepest thou, my friend? There is neither birth nor death for thee. Why weepest thou? There is no disease or misery for thee. Thou art like the infinite sky: clouds of various colors come over it, play for a moment, then vanish; but the sky is ever the same eternal blue.

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Written by Abhishek

December 28, 2009 at 8:39 PM

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