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Reminiscence Of My First Love

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The moon lean down to kiss you

and I stare why I can’t get you.

Then the question arises,

Who are you? and who is me?

Remembering that I felt very easy.

From the beautiful lips to the smoothy chin,

I possess you all because I’m your teen.

I remember the day when we first saw,

to my context it was starting of the elated motherly love.

The night deepens and the lullaby begins,

I repeat you like a cuckoo and the time fastens.

The day certainly came when I am ten fingers taller than you,

so sustained, so happy unlike a déjà vu.

You always fear of me getting away from you,

because you think it’s my time to hold a new hand and retain you.

But remember sweetheart, you are my retained not the detained,

unlike the other love who always gets beaten.

The new love may own my heart but not the beats,

cause the beats have started with you and will end with your memory sheets.

The time passed as the clouds passed by,

winter goes and spring comes by,

withering the leaves go for a wrinkle beer,

the shouting love begans to whisper.

Leaving the vermilion spread in the sky,

the all powerful sun had taken a hide.

Recalling this had made me weep,

from the core of my heart in the pacific deep.

The love sustains but the lover’s not,

like the reminiscence of past, that’s all what I got.

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Lit Freak

literatureIn this weird world, something ridiculous and something vexed. The aura of reading literature and perceiving imagination has taken a free fall. But that’s what its need to be gathered and prioritized, to have a world of imagination as the pinnacle of living. Many of the works published or are to be published, drives a certain impulse as to what does all these works of writing are empowered with? Or what do they collectively mean? To my grace I see all the works as the body of all written words. I see this grace upon my knowledge and in a clear address that these all to be an artistic embellishment in the world’s most any time current, always loved, which makes ideas personal i.e; Literature”.

Literature makes a person behold the world in a single place. It allows us to view the dream city of Paris, London, Chicago, the infamous Tintern Abbey and all those places to which people have a fascination to visit in the 21st century. Its just a wild card entry to the world of congregated images, physique, mind, sensibility and all the rational to far irrational things that a person can deal with. I myself have dreamt a lot of walking beside the House Of Commons and throwing stones into the Thames. From the “Harry Potter” world which is a mere adaptation of wands, spellfrenzy and occultfreak, to the CGI dominated “Dr. Strange”. The CGI dominated world is also a mere work of literature that has spun its wings, with mind as the key and technology as the catalyst. But all the credit goes to Mr. Edgar Allan Poe and many of the other notable blessed authors and imaginers.

Clearly, literature has grasped the world like a mother, father, sister, brother and even in patriotism. It rendered to be the morphine during the war time, destruction and doomsday. And it just proved to be a cup of champagne in the ecstatic happy mood which is to be toasted upon. As we say philosophy, imagination have no boundaries and it may go beyond God. This is just like the same for which we have been a host to it. Without imagination neither man can sustain nor its rationality. Similarly, without literature neither I nor she can sustain. Because sustainability requires pictures and feelings to be used as a constant source of transforming a life alive. That’s what literature purely deals with.

The modern world is on the verge of expanding its hands upon the intellectuals. So do the frontrunners always use to achieve the goal. But in this hurly-burly life there is hidden a secret box of tranquility, which bakes the qualities and makes life more simple to address in the rally of humanity.


See you in the court!

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Justice prevails, so do the judiciary. The whole world, from the primitive to the contemporary time hailed for justice and made a significant victory each time to get this. If we go through the perfect meaning of the word “Justice”. The Oxford dictionary defines it as a quality of being just and fair. Justice incorporates a fair world, which retains on the fairness of the individual and the society. It would be a jeopardise if we consider the fair window of a single person and lay unfairness to the society or any institution. That’s when the need of compromise came out to be active. But do this compromising element demean the interest of a single party or entity.

Justice prevail when truth purges. Do this sect of justice taking truth as it’s armour always potentialized? No, even if the summoned, convicted or accused who present in the court trying to get out of the crime and the victim, who is on the verge of making them kneel on the “socially just and fair room” i.e. the court. The charges levied are afterwards withdrawn, and the convicted used to give a devilish raunchy look with smile to the victim in order of winning a false war out of treachery. The victim afterwards feels alienated from this society, as the pinnacle of law-binders has made him a law-abiding citizen for future. And the person ends up with mental depression, suicide or that pathetic dilemma which abrupts the upcoming life of the individual. But still, justice in the court possess a certain truth that makes people say, also in today’s life to challenge the opposition, “see you in the court”. This proves their plunging mind to avail justice through the way of truth. Justice will retain its meaning and power when it is not aligned with the terms like commercialisation, discrimination etc. Equal punishment with equal height of crime must be enabled. This also brings the term ‘proletariat’ to change its meaning. Because justice never calculates the level of the people, it propagates only with the level of truthness that is underlying in a case. Moreover, justice imparts the possibility of an individual living in the society, to accentuate and gain power over his personal freedom, rights etc.

Justice must be like a diminuendo in practice for both the bourgeois and the lower class. Then, it will be equally possible, that the day is not so far when a bourgeois or lower community will not feel hesitant enough to say, “see you in the court”. When this practice will sustain, the third foundation of democracy will also find and celebrate its discovery of the original just and fair decision making definition, to be a true one.

A Vexed Nostalgia

 

 

Oh! Well Well Well!

my heart goes on that lady’s carousel.

So sheer,so witty of you,

that’s the reason why I can’t forget you.

The flood rises in the East,the delta forms in the west;

The moon holds the sky unlike the sun is very best.

You blow air like a tempest and make me so exasperate,

my heart and mind feels there is nothing after you to make me feel desperate.

Oh!My! I wonder if the world can see my lady love,

but that’s what I thought;its just melancholy and end with a sad note.

Our love is like horizon and my dream is like twilight,

which I pretend that it should be there all night.

I kissed,encroached and cuddled as you are my lady lass,

but every morning at that point of time mama used to break my dream like a glass.


*written it at once like teen 😃