At some point of time,all of us have to face the fact that life is the
sum of all realisations derived from the infinite possibilities
arising from the timeline of our existence.

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Arunangshu Paul
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Unsaid prayers

Standing alone ,I have wondered

How it would really be ?

To live this life as an unsaid prayer

directed towards the huge space,

maybe galaxies beyond

with the motion of the gentle wind

into eternity.

Or a violent storm throwing it into the

unknown big black hole that sucks

everything into oblivion.

Is it darkness that is the final destination

or is the promise of light that will carry

it through the journey.

It is not necessary that we understand

everything said or heard by us

though we know the meaning

and that includes prayers too.

Because every single day

that is spent like absurd alphabets

also have their meaning.

So ,make all this arrangement,

take all the pains to memorise the prayers

with the belief that they really work.

There may not be a chance again

to remember them when the time comes

to walk through the darkness.

Have you have ever noticed?

that even though darkness differs

from place to place or as it changes

with time, it follows some rules.

You can never hold it

but they cling to you all along

till you reach the edge of light.

Then suddenly they become shadows

and grow large and larger .

Unspent desires.

To deny the unspent desires,

touch of the unknown depths,

like the unwanted of this world.

Is it so easy to find an answer

for the cause of these recurring nightmares,

throughout this darkness all around .

Marks of the nails on bare bodies,

tell tale signs of primal satisfaction,

strewn away like strands of hair

all around the floor in careless neglilence.

The diffused light which silhouttes

the spontaneous curves as the

repository of unending passion

coiled within to strike again,

in this senseless game of pleasure.

Giving in to temptations becomes

a habit of flesh and blood as

the fingers, tongue and lips explore

new reasons to savour the pleasures

of life as it trickles through the pores

of sweat stained souls intertwined

covered in the sheets of sticky shadows,

till the verge of irresponsible breakthrough.

Weep like a man.

All of a sudden something welled within me,

it was more like a river in tide.

Ravaging floods sweeping away 

everything to plunder the banks.

I could just manage to see her fade out

and dissolve in the  crowd ,for one last time.

She was gone now.

As the full force of the floods

now hit me , stronger than ever.

Waves after waves of desperation

engulfed me , in repeated succession,

without any chance of respite.

My legs were giving away.

I was no more able to stand on them.

In a slow motion,

I heaped on the ground on my knees,

bend and thrust my face

within the two palms of my hand,

seeking the elusive sanctuary.

I could feel the warmth

of my tears streaking down the cheeks

and tasted its saltiness on my lips.

My whole existence came to a naught

in these few seconds.

Nothing could hold me back.

Not even the embarrassment

of making a scene in public.

I wept without any restraint.

The walls were now coming down,

with a heart wrenching sound

and flowing away with the flood waters.

The pouted lips,
the furtive glance
The dark eyes of yours
are the reason of my illness
which no medicine cures.
I just wait with bated breath
for what else is in store.
As you let your tresses loose,
I can bear it no more .
Are you aware ?
When you walk,

with such languorous disdain.

What really happens,
to people around?
They just go insane.
What makes you do?
these little things,
to take me off my guard
I don't know
why you have to
make my life so hard.
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Arunangshu Paul
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Alone ,all alone.

Among the crowds of of countless people,

in the company of close friends,smiling,

even when my near ones are around me.

Someone reminds me all of a sudden

alone, you are just alone.

By habit or by choice, I always find myself

holding the goodbye note, soaked in memories

left for me by all that was once dear to my heart

now gone,with no chance of a comeback ,

even as a surprise.

These flowers which once bloomed to make

my mornings bright , now withered, remind me.

These birds, which perched on my window pane,

chirped in the morning every day tell me-

Alone, you are all alone.

Anna is neither MG nor JP. They were political creatures first then a crusader. But Anna is more like Binoba and all chances are that he will end up like Binoba Bhave , a "Sarkari Sant" . To take on the intricate Indian political system is not an easy task. It is risky and there are more chances of getting lost in the labyrinths or drown in the cesspool .
To do anything worthwhile, it is necessary... to have the control of power . to have the control , you need to win elections. To win the elections, you have to play politics. Once you are in politics, you have to compromise. High moral ground is of no use. You may win the support of some educated and comparatively privileged middle class like myself but thats it.
While undoubtedly Anna has proved himself to be a crusader and deserves to be saluted and supported on his mission which touches a very basic and contemporary issue of our day to day life, the persons around him are people who are fuelled by ambition and want to ride piggyback to power without going through the grind of politics and allied troubles. Their individual ambitions, alliances,inclinations,ideologies, ommissions and more importantly commissions will always work against the purpose.
None of the political parties, Congress, BJP, CPM or any others want Anna to succeed. They are patiently waiting for the self destruction of the movement before the next General elections. That is the reason for this inept and weak government to continue. Even the opposition does not want this government to fall now. MMS is a really lucky person !!!!!!!!