i me myself......

it's getting so closed in here where are you? want to run into your arms want to run away from here where are you? it's getting so cold and dark the roads I walked are getting old want to hold your hands and walk the same road again where are you? lost my strength to trust to believe in what I see around want to cry on your palm all night where are you? there is a deep cry  that I am holding within a scream so loud want to whisper it to you where are you? want to become a kid again want to cry when my toys broke want to breathe free lying on your lap want to sleep for a while where are you? want to feel secure the same way want to be hugged the old way may I have become a man now still I am looking for you all around miss u ma, baba where are you? missing home.........                                               ...

it seems like a mysterious way for what I do to render my stay for the willing struggle to live in the things I do in which I believe for the run of life that I desire to win with the faith and strength that lies within until all the colors turn down to grey it all seems like a mysterious way when the immature heart begins to dream till the truth and reality pulls out a scream and then the broken dreams go back to yesterday it all seems like a mysterious way from the giggles on being lifted in the air to stumbling and falling hard on the ground and then again the smile on lifting a young one the same way it all seems a mysterious way the mystery of life and living to the mystery of last sleep and demise it all has abounded pathway but still, it all seems a mysterious way...                                           @sabyasachi

i sit by the seashore knowing not where to go i write my name on the sand and then watch it wash away i see the sun rising into a pearl white glow i stand beside a river with a bridge above my head i see its shiny lights quiver on the silent water bed i lie beside a mountain and try to touch the sky i wish to run away somewhere far from the world's lies i wanna pace through the green fields with a tear in my eye i slow down to catch my breath standing beside a young tree this is how i want... ......        how i want to feel free....                              @sabyasachi

ever since you saw the first light you never knew, what laid ahead out of your sight still with a dream in your eyes  you moved on........ the weather got blue at times it was red too the sun shone bright  even the rain-drenched you but still, you moved on time changes never remain the same today you are a master tomorrow you might be a dame don't give up keep moving on what makes you cry today you may laugh over it tomorrow who knows, you are a dame today might be a king tomorrow don't give up on your faith just keep moving on.......                                                                      -sabyasachi

bachpan ka pehla kadam rakhkha hi tha k , A B C D sikhna shuru.. bachpan mein Alladin k badle , haath mein aaya maths guru... khelna toh dur ki baat , sapne dekhna bhul gaya... pata nahi kab dusron ka sapna pura karte hue kahin khud ka saapna hi kho diya... jaane kab school mein woh pehli khushi aayi... wahi front seat wali padhakoo ladki 10th mein girlfriend ban gayi... pyaar ka bhoot kuch aisa chadha.... k usiki yaadon mein khoye rahe..... raat bhar baap ke cellular pe usse busy rahe aur saala maths class mein soye reh gaye... valentine day aisa manaya , k khud ka chod baap ka wallet bhi khali kiya... aur latest edition wali dictionary dekh kar usko ek sahi english wala letter diya.... exam aaya , toh mind mein yeh doubt aaya.. k saala 1st chapter k baad, baki sab kab padhaya ? kisi tarah maths , science , literature mein pass ho gaye baaki sab toh asan tha... mahino beet gaye aaram farmate hue , phir jab result nikla , kahin niche list mein aapna na...

this ain't any blog , but just a thought i would like to share....... "i love to walk in the rain  because nobody knows i am crying".....quoted by Charlie Chaplin ....but i would say , "i would love to cry, cry out to somebody , rather than walking alone"

the meaning of life would change just a few more day ........ all the hour-long conversations with confidants. rational or flimsy will be lost just a few more days........ the strolls in the rain with your hand in mine will be lost just a few more days......... the sloth of getting out of the bed be it holidays or weekdays will be lost just a few more days............ staying awake till the dawn be it serious studies or over the phone will be lost just a few more days........ the unforeseen attitude will be subdued by responsibilities be it of your own or of those who took yours just a few more days........ so live up your life let the spark ignite a fire inside cos now all you have is...... ........just a few more days... "This is to all my friends who r having just a few more days left, from taking responsibilities...."

........the morning was pleasant, as it was almost 4 a.m and the birds were rising up with the sun...and I was going off to do my work that was pending since night ...... SLEEP... good afternoon..it was the time I woke up..nothing special, as it had become usual for me in my holidays. But something that happened in the evening was not the regular stuff. It was something that I longed for almost 2 years in my life...a call from my long lost past......but now this was a call that I no more expected after the very harsh and bitter break up. Waking up irritated, saw the number flashing on the screen.....unknown.....reject....silent mode...sleep again Again the "dur dhwani vartalaap yantra"...a.k.a. cellphone started "burrrrrrrr-ing" from under the pillow. The unknown number again...But this time I decided to receive it. "Hello ?", I replied in a broken, husky, irritated voice....and there was a similar husky, broken response from the other side... ...

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my very first blog...so thought would start wd myself... a simple guy born to a simple family on a date (11th Sept.), that became a reason for words, that was though not meant by the landers they landed hard on me. Words that imposed me as being guilty to have a birth date, that led to the fatal death of hundreds exactly 11 years after I was born..... But with time as those words faded, so did the people from my life who claimed them. And to my experience I learned one more fact of life, "nothing lasts forever". Not even the power of the almighty, as his creations of eras, is run down by one by one disaster of the evil. And so is the evil won over again by Him. So, basically, it's me, a guy just 20 ....who has seen a much of love, hate, promises kept, promises broken....but I know that there is a lot in store for me to see...so fingers crossed...