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If Only…

By Joybrato Dutta

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A broken heart, in a damaged cart
A baggage that doesn’t leave
And all I wish with every breath
If only time could retreat

A dormant flame, a prolonged pain
Perturbs me in my sleep
She closed her eyes with a wry smile
While I slid down to defeat
The morning kiss, the awakening bliss
Gave way to departing feet
And all I wish with every breath
If only time could retreat

No unfilled promise, no darkened blemish
Could further make me weak
Whilst I trot the path endowing my thought
Well packaged in deceit
Their flowing tears their growing fears
Fuelled my winning streak

Although I wished with every breath
If only time could retreat

A thousand smiles no lonesome cry
Their social eyes could meet
With the flowing hour, demising valour
A pretentious mirage I seek
Their broken hearts reflect my thoughts
As my lonely pride just weeps
Oh how I wish with every breath
If only time could retreat

The spark of conceit went down on its knees
My shameful image did meet
And in a moment the past sneered by
And triumph faced defeat
A confused vengeance, seeking repentance
Unworthy life I’d lived
And now I wish with every breath
If only time could retreat

A broken heart, in a damaged cart
A baggage that doesn’t leave
And all I wish with every breath
If only time could retreat

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Marriage Bond

By Monika Sharma

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With lots of dreams and hopes in my mind,

This bond of marriage I decided to sign.

A commitment for my entire life,

To be proud to be called as your wife.

A bond of love, trust and gratitude,

We will continue crossing all the latitudes.

two_wedding_ringsWith life’s experience and ups and downs,

This bond of marriage makes us strong.

An intact connection of a friend and a mate,

This package of all relationships is great.

A few adjustments and a heart of love,

Can also forbid a number of brawls.

A bond so pure and intimate,

Marriage is where two souls meet.

Pursuit of Love

Oscar Wilde had said that loving yourself is the beginning is a lifelong romance. Malathy Madathilezham explains the same in her own words.

oscar-wildeLove, she was in a quest for,
The meaning, the feeling and the realization
She was seeking
Giving love and expecting the same
From all in the way
Betrayed time and again she felt lost
But hope in her heart she nurtured
And selflessly spread love
To all in her path

Used, abused and abandoned,
But bright and high,
The spirit of life and joy
She held
the-soulKnowing nothing of the future
Caring nothing of the past
She went on
Passionate and sincere
Towards the Love
She desired and craved

Eternal love awaited her
Arms spread out
To welcome her
Bliss and immortality
Destiny carved by actions
Not fate
She surrendered herself to
The Eternal Lover
The Soul

That Irony Called LIFE!!!

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Ankush Kumar in this piece tries to decipher the cronies of life in a humorous manner. Read it to have a laugh

The biggest tragedy in the world today is ‘birth of a soul’ and ironically the one that is deeply ingrained in our hearts is ‘death’. The journey though from cradle to grave probably has the best comic elements to justify the biggest blunder GOD executed that was ‘giving birth to mankind’.

The day ‘GOD’ repeats his mistake, he is being doing for centuries and a soul comes in the form of a ‘human being’ (one error too many), people rally around him and hope he quickly learns and grows up to become an assembly line successful product. God forbid if he actually accomplishes that heinous task, all of a sudden the person in question starts envying the innocence of youth.

Once he establishes himself as a perfect model for future ignorance, he chooses a life Partner. (GOD has been kind here though, mankind had women too). He possibly pulls out all chords to find that perfect one. (MYTH PERSONIFIED!)  For some reason he finds someone close, and fakes perfection, the man in question starts doubting his own standards.

The modern man here in his high flying job and mechanical life starts praying for children that are exact replicas of him, and then actually hopes they better his aspirations, he  sends them to nurture their own dreams and later on misses the music of a full house.

Somehow the man in question, pushes his ageing body to the limits once he has manufactured mechanical kids (pseudo rich class types, hi-fliers please don’t take offence) tries competing with his peers in wealth, if he actually pulls it off, starts protecting his fortune in the fear that he will lose it all. (Security agencies and their benefits)

Once he reaches the infancy of death, he looks back and realizes that the greatest tragedy is around the corner, all of a sudden, the shrewd business brain gives way to diluted and calm minds (this is the end my friend) and he wishes how life would have been if he had executed things differently.

The greatest tragedy perhaps is ‘Death’ but not without its share of comic reliefs.

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