The Song Remained The Same

One eventide my wishers ran to me to comprise an ode,

I said mate, going into lines ain't ever that elementary.

But we wish one for the rag, one for the broadside;

I gave them absolution without being assured of any copy.

A rhythmical expressive literary piece, epic surely;

The reciter will leer for rhymes, or no poesy certainly.

Yeah, since cradle, did write verses of sundry sense,

Though brought forth few years back of embodied veins.

And now, I can't harmonize anything of variant sort,

For every tune would strike the very same old chord.

The motif may change its pitch but song remains the same,

Every song would sound the very half daffy and half sane.

It craves for adroitness to coin songs with colored senses,

as is needed skill and practice to live life sans contriteness.

Some regrets are also sweet, eventhough all got withered,

A man knows part life breathed and part smiles feathered.

Ain't no Avon bard, Tennyson or Milton sits here,

Here is seated me, and one of my kind.

They rhymed words and verses like Arcadia rained,

I just need the constant hum of my trifled mind.

She bestowed the strings of right note into the amateur's arms,

And now the virtuoso kept fiddling tunes of deserter charms.

Its been trey reigns,

That the winters felt harsher than the frosts,

As the springs felt drier than the riots,

And the summertides felt warmer than the first muggy seasons,

while sleeping in the daylights haunted more than the darker ones.

Unless you were acquainted with John 8:32, the truth shall make you free,

Alpha Omegas and Lucifers, destinies and rites were all for lifeless bees.

Or this core was never versed with constraints of yearnings,

Fringes came with blessing in this mortal mold

Or the heart wished to be Lord by the cues of these understandings.

Humble

Long ago, stood a time,

when the stars lay humble, twinkling across the night sky.

blinking across the silent innocence,

laid humble & blinked as the breeze went by.

Dear we were versed of cipher,

fascinated to ponder into the oblivion so yonder.

Nihility of lifing, and the entity of voidness,

anything ever endured then, was our skill at specter.

And then, every year, came this festival of lights

and we smiled at the flare of every single firework across the sky.

As the sky still laid humble, calm & serene.

with the same innocence still spanned across & underneath thereby.

Immaculateness it still clinged to.

But some of it strayed underneath it along with the time.

The sky still laid humble as ever,

peered at every execrable juncture cooking across the grime.

For some part of it, of the impeccability, 

was atoned for part of the ignorance.

For the inculpability too came with yearnings,

for cupidity too savored the equal essence. 

Some predilections were never acquainted with bitter ends,

some simply never wanted to accede the lines & verges.

They just kept yearning,

For a mortal soul was never meant to apprehend any snag of urges.

And they kept tossing wishes,

at the blink of every falling star.

The sky, still humble, as ever,

smiled at every innocence wishing this far.

The heart was still a child,

blessed as much with innocence, that much with ignorance.

It yet played merrily with its verve of chimeras, 

and loved to smile at every grace.

As for now, the heart was filling out,

as the vagueness calmly bleach away.

But the innocent skies, still humble,

wide open, twinkling smiling they lay.

Rhyming bits

Pay me grandeur,

for your soul isn't as beautiful as mine.

Lighten my heart,

or else it sways with imbecilic rhymes.

Its onerous to be in fine feathers,

when all thou yearn for is to ring the blues.

She used to call it the yammerings,

little was she versed with the taken down fortunes.

They savor in the scads of worth,

they can't ken on rueful bleak endearments.

All they can do is to feel vibes,

of how vile can we be in dumps so despondent.

Yet I was a sacrosanct feller,

to have gleaned on her forbearing cold shoulders.

Yet of many unforgiven phrases for her,

She will always be there in my red letters.

She did watch over, thought so I,

little did I catch the drifts of incog notions.

Little does the gusto see daylights,

when rapted in the zealotry of affections.

They came like some foredestined bustle,

the wintertide waited lay for the Yule.

Then wailed in the lorn descant,

I did pile on the stance over an alighting fuel.

That lullaby was up to snuff,

It still hums the waves of grizzled impeccability

As I try to contrive a modish canticle,

they all echo the dead ringer eventually.

Thou caught the drift of the yearning,

that I latched on to you nonetheless.

Thou as well wielded alike,

Ached for some other nevertheless.

Yes, we are well wishers still,

would wring to scythe the any of it,

for ya still nested in my core,

all hankered for to lay docked in on with.

Very much taken in,

ya bought into all thy soul pined for.

Zilch was me, just some memo,

dishing up some warm fuzzy honor.

Still fazed on the songs and dances,

yet a lot alibi on to knock off precluded wear and tear.

Thy was a slice very much elite,

unreal enough for me to push the pencil over and over.

Reckless

Ok. I am in a big mood of taking a big break from blogging. Now, its 3 am. No need say again that ghosts mostly haunt at 3 am. Reason. Jesus died at 3 pm, so the fucking satan dudes think that they can make a big prank of 3 pm by creating nuisance at 3 am. The logic seems quite helpless. Helpless like Kristen Stewart's acting skills. Watched Snow White, I think Kristen can't get out of her Twilight expressions. Today if I look back at the Twilight cast, sit down speculating "why such a weird cast". Come on. Robert Pattinson. Only thing I guess left was to put up some more talcum powder on his face, then he would make the perfect Snow White. & look at the nose of Taylor Lautner. Muscles ain't a big matter to find in the locality.

Stewart, when I first watched her in the 1st part, back at home in summer holidays on a cable channel on tv, loved her. She looked totally puzzled. But that was ok. Trying to figure out the vampires wolves tales. But she still appears the very same puzzled even after getting wed, even after giving birth to a baby. & the baby is also supposed to mate with the wolf guy who once was after her mother. Sick. Fuck You. Who in this fucking world would do that! & the story carries die hard fans all over the world. So much that if you speak a single word against them, there will be a third world war raged against you & you will be the alone Hitler. Stewart looked more confident while trying to seduce Emile Hirsch in Into The Wild.

Well, that 3 am ghost story is referred from The Exorcism of Emily Rose. That too they say was a true story. My ass.
Hmmm. Was searching some haunting sites in India & found Bhangarh as topping the list. Wanna know more, go search it on google. Its somewhere near Dausa. Our Jitendar Verma was from Dausa. They say that the site is so much haunted that even the archaeological site office is also built some 1 km distance away from its gates, where as per the rules & regulations, it was supposed to be built on the spot. No one is permitted after sunset till sunrise. Even the guards are afraid to go nearby in dark. Taak said its all shitty. "My friends went & said there are no ghosts in there." As if its some National Sanctuary of India from where you come back depressed, saying there no more tigers left only. Its a period when Dark Knight Rises poses a world record of maximum advanced bookings. English shows all over India got booked 1-2 weeks before the release date. & in such times they tell stories that not even the cats & dogs dare to look at Bhangarh forts. Mmmmmm....... Yeaaaaaaah there is no relation between Batman show tickets & the ghosts of Bhangarh. Yet. Just saying. Give an expression like Brad Pitt gives to George Clooney in Oceans...

Whatever. The soul of Batman should be indebted to Christopher Nolan, the way he has simply, magically, made the comic superhero something more than just a movie. What else would you expect from a guy who makes movies like The Prestige, Inception.

Some guy just put up a status on fb saying - Batman cannot survive in India cause his bike would trip off in open manholes of Indian city streets, & then Batman cowl would get dirty. & that the villains would... all.... blah.. blah... blah blah blah blah blah...............

The thing, is not about how much bullshit this status is. The thing is, tomorrow morning, am gonna find this very status receiving 7-8 likes, or even more. Am flabbergasted with these kind of fb responses. Here, if a girl puts up the pics of a puppy, a black one, that very pic receives 150 likes. & people like us, going to the gym, hard working, doing those body shows still after being in a medical college, putting up the best pic on fb, it doesn't even get 30 likes. Leave the girls, the girl's dog has more popularity than the guys. Someone just put up the pic of her parrot, on fb, & the first comment that came was - "hey, even my parrot looks the same." Then a debate got kicked off on parrot looks. That pic had 8 likes in 10 mints of its uploading. & a pic of mine, going into the middle of the Bordharan dam waters, with beautiful green hills around, received 7 likes in 3 days. Great. Bordharan. Shouldn't speak of it, Jayant sir passed away last month, getting drowned in there. Who told you to go in that deep, when you don't know swimming. Things just happen. I couldn't believe my eyes, when I reached the site & saw his oedematous body just being taken out of water.

Thats why you should know swimming. Who knows when 2012 happens. Just kidding. Part of a mindless joke. Mom tells aunty about me - "he is doing everything in college, secretly, without telling any of us." Yeah Mom, I tell you everything, except that I drink, smoke, Oh I just love to smoke hukkas, not cigarettes you know, sometimes I do that too, that I fell down, fall quite often from bike, Mom knows I can't ride anything at slow speeds. She is very much aware of my cycle stunts.

Oh! I still have the stamina of cycling long distances. I thought earlier that I had lost it. But cycling through the hell busy streets of Kolkata on a rainy evening, breaking all the traffic signals, I never thought cycling on a metro street can be that much fun.

Its 4 am now. Soon those motherfucker birds will start screaming, as if its a party time for those idiots. Don't know whether its the cockatiels or the wood pigeons.

Mornings are early in Kolkata. Yup. Finally. I went to Kolkata. After 4 years. Fucked the Paeds posting. & I went to, I went to meet my Grandfather surely. He is gonna touch the 90s. Hope he does. I hoped to sit by his side & talk to him. Now, I will say, one better should avoid talking to him. You have to repeat everything 5 times atleast to make him understand what you said. Grandpa is doing great, sitting on the 16th floor apartment of my dear Uncle. My Uncle is the best in the world. Aunty isn't that nice. My Grandpa made all weirdo pairings of his sons & daughters. My Dad never wanted to marry only. & my Grandpa brought for him my Mom, straight from Bangladesh, a lady who never had imagined that there would be a world outside the green paddy fields & coconut trees & date palms byside of the big Ganges river of Bangladesh.

Some people die to get married. Girls. No comments on that.

Went to Dakhineshwar. Always visited that place as a child with my Dad. This was the first time I went there alone. Just wanted to see how God looks like, after these oddball years. Sorry. The Goddess sits there. The great Lord was at Pachmarhi. I just couldn't climb to the Chauragarh temple. Otherwise I might have ended up shouting curses at the folk tales. People also do anything in the name of faith. Shitty.

Stopped the song. Pumped up Kicks is a lovely song to go on with. Same was the If There Is Something. Flashbacks Of A Fool was a lovely piece of a movie. Nayan sir told me watch it so long back & I watched it just the last month.

What else. Germany did loose the night I wrote the last article. Since no laptop, bought a new mobile to keep up with the net. Though it doesn't let me go online on fb. Akash's laptop till then. Akash, enjoying the fruits of his hard works for medicon, the guy now chats with 7-8 girls at one time. & the girls are from the metros, not from some another fucking village like sevagram. Dude just hatched his wings. He he he.
Studies goin ok now. Expecting to see some of my guys' names in the coming pg entrance lists.
 Just gyming without anything much to eat. Not kidding but I don't even have the money to buy chicken. Again out of money. Not a new thing to know for the people who know me. Always bankrupted. So, they say that my muscle cuts are coming out. I want bulk.
In love with the Wordsworth poetries. Had to buy something on my way back in train from Kolkata, so bought Rafa. Bastard. Nadal thinks that he is some kind of spartan. Come on Rafael, spartans never play in tennis courts. Thats why they have Federer & Sampras. Rest, if you put up too much adrenaline into brain, you get people like Lleyton Hewitt & Rafael Nadal.

I will say they added more colour & enthusiasm to the game. You don't always keep looking at techniques of Sachin Kallis. You need some fireworks, be it Paul Valthaty maybe.

I really don't wanna put up much of the posts on my blog, as frequently as I do. There is really a lot to study. & I guess my new laptop will be coming when I get some pg. Apart, people happen to peep into my blogs any now & then. Can't even get a trace of the peepers. Unless they refute back with compassions like 'Never stop writing' or reprimanding on the words - scoffing scornful sneer. He he he. Some bonkers did happen last month after I dislodged her from the fb friend list, partly filling my bill projecting the butt end, stabbing hard myself to sweat it out at peace, unless one cannon ball from her spanked me uttering nothing is changed. Finally I had to wave the white flag saying 'Nope, I am just like that.' Just that the other girl got banished, she just kept yammering of the dislodgement. Can't help with my tantrums if you knock cold straight into my gut reactions. Even guys have emotions, they also feel hungry. ha ha ha. Just one straight citation, I still wanna know about you. Lord, hallow this, whatever you call it. Akash would hint at me - 'you are done.' Exactly. Sent back friend request & she accepted it. Just one song was wavering over my mind at that time, Welcome to the jungle, we have got fun & games, we got everything you want honey, we know the names...

Axl Rose could have wrote something better, but just love the way the  lead guitars of Slash pick up, followed by the rhythms of Izzy Stradlin. Fuck the Emptiness song or Hey There Delilah, or any other sad song. Just lay one piece of thread, laying connected through the thick & the thin, & I am contended. Straight from the heart.
Ok. So thats it for now. Just don't take any of these in otherwise manners, you sneaker peepers.
I want to become Wordsworth for sometime. Just that Wordsworth never went to medical school or I never really read History of Literature.
How many times did I use the word 'just' recently?