A unlikely tale............. Naga

Starting the play.....

I am alone in home for three days, but I am enjoying it. After a long interval I have found myself with me. Sometimes sitting beside window I ruminate the past. It seems like a fantasy. I try to lift the veil to have a glance of those scenes of that unlikely play. Though a mysterious mist of time making it vague, I can hear all dialogues clearly. After every few moments, I find a character standing perplexed like lifeless, freezed; a very familiar face, bewildered by fate; its me;

 Chapter I

Just empty within me

I am Naga. When I opened my eyes I found myself in a rural area ,Shanabir, which was forgotten by time. Shinu, whom I knew as my father was only link to this earth.My idenetity was kept mystery even from me. Emptiness was the most familiar feeling for me.It used to brew around me like a snake coiled around its prey and make me freezed.With an empty heart I used to look out of window, a bright beautiful world restricted to me. Sometimes , being sick of peaceful coexistence with lifeless things in my small room ,I used to try to find meaning of something; and a common question that used to pock me: Who am I ?                                       

                                                                                to be continued....

I was one of those fool who used to thought he can can understand the depth of woman's heart, pureness of her feeling. Most beautiful feelings are hard to express.


I am lucky that someone love me from bottom of her heart. But I was so mean. I was just expressing my feelings in words, but she couldn't.But I was just asking to proof pureness of her feeling........ a tough task.
Yet she proved, she gave me all she can give to tell me how much she love me.I could saw myself in her eye, though I given her nothing............I am so selfish , and debonair feelings of my love changed me in a moment.


 I am reluctant for every sorrow I given her .........
I PROMISE I WILL GIVE MY ALL TO SHOW MY LOVE LIKE SHE DID
I WILL GIVE MY ALL TO MAKE HER HAPPY LIKE SHE DID <3 <3

I can see

beyond all sound all around

I am calm like still water of pond

Gentle breeze Whispers few words

I close my eyes to see all

I see a grew shadow sauntering in night

Then faded into red light of dawn

A fleshly screen appear in light

His wounded feet washed in dewdrops

With a sarcastic smile of mock

He ran away from light to dark

I see a child on a sea-shore

With gentle efforts making sand-castle

Digging sand then pile up with joy

Ignoring waves and wounds of palm

He put himself to save childish art

Next day found nothing, all was gone

With a frozen touch I come to sense

Summon the chaos to my existence

I am not babbling over glass of wine

What I am saying yet hard to define.

Inside of me

I dont know What has come of me !
Feels bit low whenever I try to rise
I gulped down all mocks of fate
Assuring myself all will be well
In Hole in my boat in the mid of sea
I am struggling like fool to stay afloat
I cant sort out my strife by any way
How can i walk on my own way!
I tried to live my life,not to survive 
Dreams runs wild in my red blood
But When I try to Grasp myself
I find all empty inside my heart
buried under burden of reality
All surrender and sing of o great fate
Waiting with bated breath , same hope
I am compelled to sing along with them

I was playing flute in a train on my way back to home. A worshiper of Krishna came to me and started a long lecture on spiritualism. But he was at peace. He didnot find wealth ,haven't any car,yet a joy was on his face. He claimed that he had met his destiny. 
What is success ? just money in pocket, and a well decorated and illuminated house with a luxury car parked outside ! Is that all. Then why people bluff about dreams, aim of life, peace of mind. Sell your dreams and be happy being a machine that do what it is programmed for, no personal decision.
I dare to Dream. But my best friend arindam says, go for reality ,chase money. thats all. So, does everyone living for fake,just for a common thong.What about the morals and great values that teah us about our destiny and follow your dream.
End of the day......... all choose money, luxury.
what about peace of mind though with enough earning to keep u happy. Money is not dream. Its necessity. So, earn it but not sacrificing your soul.

Someone living inside

And a golden evening of winter

in a corner of my innocent heart

i feel warmth and a silence urge

that arouse many beautiful desire

I close my eyes and ask to him

Why are you so restless today?

What bring so much joy in you?

Is there anything you want to say?

Then he become more restless

flashes many moments in inward eye

Every Moment was about you and me

how you came to live in my nights

your every words is like a touch

your smile became ray of charm

If you still believe you are so far

Come and just once look into my heart.

wage of toil

Wage of toil (Poem)

In dim moon light a vague shadow

A fleshly screen unlike human being

With head between his dirty knees

Face wrinkled with patches of blood

Looking at his dirty rough palm

A coin wage of his toil after the day

Too small yet all for him, all he got

Toil gave him just the cursed appetite

Was paid to mock him, a cruel satire

Then he takes a breath of peace, agony

And laughs on his fate, a common fate

Echoes all over, a bitter nonsense laugh

The glory of creation and hard work

Faded into agony of that laugh,

In abysmal night that dominates his life

A abysmal night that is truth of his life