mistaken spellings

you wont define it.
wont care!
cause defining it
is like a stroke of
badly solved algebra!!

momentary pique
of Bright Renaissance,
sways past...

what is passe,
but can be done,
to replenish.
the lost stigma of aura,
stiffly frozen.

the lull of existence
calls for the curtains,
life's play...

distinguished words
stop making way.
faltered arrangements
come a long way.
distance travelled.

to read the Iliad
wronging all through
scattered emotions...

resonances sound,
way beyond the ropes.
webs spun by time,
dims the happiness,
faded memoirs...

existence calls,
it spells all;
mistaken spellings...

29th of February

dint blog for quite some time now. realised that when a senior actually took the pain to tell me that on the metro. well, there are a lot of thought crammed into my head at the moment but i am not really paying any heed. the coveted aura is seen now, as in, i can see it now.

BLISS!

it just might be momentary, but its still there. i can almost feel the tinge of the brightness on my skin. it is there to make me wonder..will this last? its transient, i know...but then, what isnt? i can talk spiritual and aesthetic at the same time but then that would give rise to a lot of hypocrisy. i am neither of those. agnostism is what i am talking about. no! agnostism is in! i have this reel that is playing in my head. things are coming abnormally sarcastic. derogatory. wholesome depressions give rise to a subtle hate that extracts the innermost originality of your conscience..till you have none left!

i am not faulty when i am amidst expression of sobriety. all of us are hallucinated by a halo of mirth! talk about it. are we even standing here and transforming the customs that we have inadvertently followed? i dont really think so. we are like this little kid standing in a shop full of candies and it is basically our existence that smiles upon us, like this generous candy shop owner, who is going to treat you for free! think of the sadism here.. you are treated to something you like, any amount you prefer, only to go forward to face tremendous calamities and superficial dooms. basics remain basics. we are not studying philosophy in the true sense, are we? what we call philosophy is the "last will and testament" that life holds out to us.

"hothat alor chowa"..every page of that book mentioned my nudity! specially the line, " alor antaray brishti jedin lukochuri khelchilo, shey din chilo tar stobdho payer abotoroner din, alochokito jhoro haway supto shopot bhangoner din!" i say, that is the true essence that defined a tagore in "shesher kobita"? the dormancy of the hidden promises have forgotten to take its toll on me. right now i am unmoved.

remind me of the date today? i dont think i would even acknowledge its existence. the thirty days of the month are all like the 29th of february to me now. why do i say that? its monotony? no it isnt. i am just contemplating the mystic aura that would shroud my vain eloquence someday. we are not doing what we are meant to do! at least i aint! or then, i am doing something that is not going to take me a lot of miles further from where i am standing..maybe, my journey ends when i mark the penultimate milestone!

my blog has steadily kept getting intellectually more enhanced now. analytical maybe. true to the finest sense of the material that i am inscribing here, this is a product of the jumbled thoughts that penetrated my vain mind these few days...why else would we talk about the 29th of february??? significaion of the phrase "once in a blue moon..." and maybe more...