carnival of rust

Nice to see
Sad to feel
Difficult to accept
Selfish me…

Seeing it wane
For its own good
From behind the pane
I catch glimpses,
Can't reveal this face…

I shut myself up
For my own good
Try to distract myself
Avoiding to brood

I am happy to see
it bloom in my neighbour’s garden
I am happy to find
it meeting happiness
I am sad to see
The specks of green
I am sad to find
it in me…

my first poem in my mother tongue :-)

Jokhn trishna r ghade jal diye
ami udi aakash e
chaand er tala e bishti pode
boshe podi chhaya te...



jokhn amar daak pode
ami naabi niche
thakur ghare..pa dhue
shonde jele, takiye dekhi piche
dadiye ache amar samne
ek bondhu dur er..
kichu bole na she
shudu takaye, nirav e



ebar dadiye ami jigesh kori
kintu bujhte pari na kichu i,
jigasha kori ebar nije ke,
dekhi neer jhore choker paata theke...



ude jaayi pherot nijer disha e
lukiye jai nijer gacher talaye
aar chaand er dike takiye
kaandi praan bhore...
nijer gacher talaye...

THE SOLITARY REAPER
by: William Wordsworth (1770-1850)


Behold her, single in the field,
Yon solitary Highland Lass!
Reaping and singing by herself;
Stop here, or gently pass!
Alone she cuts and binds the grain,
And sings a melancholy strain;
O listen! for the Vale profound
Is overflowing with the sound.

No Nightingale did ever chaunt
More welcome notes to weary bands
Of travellers in some shady haunt,
Among Arabian sands:
A voice so shrilling ne'er was heard
In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird,
Breaking the silence of the seas
Among the farthest Hebrides.

Will no one tell me what she sings?--
Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
For old, unhappy, far-off things,
And battles long ago:
Or is it some more humble lay,
Familiar matter of to-day?
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,
That has been, and may be again?

Whate'er the theme, the Maiden sang
As if her song could have no ending;
I saw her singing at her work,
And o'er the sickle bending;--
I listen'd, motionless and still;
And, as I mounted up the hill,
The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more

turn the page...

Life has given me opportunities time and again, to start things anew..which means to start things from the scratch...
jus when everything falls into place, its time to collect the fragments and leave...
jus when you get a feeling of 'belonging', its time to wrap up..pack bags..n get lost somewher els..
jus when people start recognising you and start seeing your potential, you hav to bid them bye..
jus when people you never spoke to, smile and start talking to you, you tel dem its your last day..
jus when you actually start 'getting along'...you need to move on...

Thats how my life has been....:-)
hav changed about 9 schools in al...n still 'movin on....'

:-) dats my breakfast...

Breakfast was never such a desired meal of the day…after twelve hours of ‘abstinence’, sight of a scrumptious breakfast is all my eyes and taste buds crave for.
Seven days….seven meals!
And out of the seven different dishes served to us, I have my favourite three-the three delicacies which work wonders for me.
Generally I take time to get ready for my class at 9:30, and so the time ‘left’ to eat gets reduced….n so, I might well runnnn from my hostel to my college to reach on time, BUT I can not miss my first meal. A kingsize breakfast is what I have when it’s one of my lucky days J
Also let me add, breakfast is the only part of the day when I eat happily (relative happiness, is what I mean)….LUNCH is always, without any exceptions, BAD and dinner can be good at times.
Anyways, my top three list includes: Uttapam. Idli. and bread Omlet. I have broken my own records several times in eating J and I am glad!!
A mouthful of fresh fried onions, a thick sweet- sour sambhar and an assorted paste of coconut chatni, with ofcourse a chunk of idli or a morsel of uttapam…
That’s how I, happily, believe it to be!! The cooks do mess up my favourite meals once in a while failing in their culinary arts, but…I humbly oblige..
By eating just the same way !!!

yum yum yummmmmm

Pizza Hut’s Ebony and Ivory- a big piece of chocolate cake with hot chocolate sauce over it, accompanied by a scoopful of vanilla ice-cream ; a delectable sight and an out of the world taste that lingers on your tongue as well as mind.
The melting warmth of the chocolate and the freezing sensation of the ice-cream takes you to the first monsoons when the first drop of rain hits the ground. The fragrance and the aura that surrounds and embellishes the moment take away all the ordeals of life.

It’s a beautiful blend of two extremes of the world. Each holds its own exquisiteness without overshadowing the beauty of other. They coexist melting into each other- one melts in cold and other melts in warmth. It’s that moment of total blend that you need to encroach on…coz that moment holds the virginity of each; and then in a split second they die in each others’ arms.

:-)

today in the evening.....i ws online chatting n surfing here n dere....
my fren went offline...n i dint hav nethng t do nw....:-(
i used d tym effectively tho...:-)
i finalllllly created a blog for myself.....:-b
n so i am here....thanks t ma fren who left me n went offline !!

:-)