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The dark quiet hours of the night. Even the hazy wasteland of the day turns into a beautiful creation. I see nighttime through the fractured lense of an occasional insomniac. People sleep when I stir. I doze as others awaken. I never know whether this is becoming into an habit or this is just the heat not letting peaceful sleep surround me. Even the online world is quiet at my normal midnight. My loved ones certainly are. The dark of night has exclusive hold on feelings and sensations the daylight can vanquish. A loneliness born of half dreams and a mind left defenseless by an exhaustion too complete for mere sleep. You would think that – after someone spends several days with little sleep at night and reaches the point where he can’t finish a sentence and his brain is mushy enough to be mistaken for cottage cheese – well, you would think he would easily fall asleep the instant he falls back into bed. You would think that. But I don't. I long for the beautiful night in a place un...

There are men like whom we want to be, men like whom we hate to be, and then there are men like whom we hate to be but we love to have them around. Don't over-expect, it's long but nothing like the past days of frustration! Well, for starters, let’s have a look at how do different people behave in a post-graduation college: 1.There's this rich guy, who acts like he's born in a casino in Las Vegas, with a Blackberry & a couple of skinny girls around. Normally, he's up partying & booing others but when near the teacher, he's like so serious that he literally sucks the green of a borrowed pen! Like it's a lollipop. And I'm not talking about him letting it simply touch his lips. I'm talking about him SUCKING IT. God help us all. 2. There's this girl in glasses & out-of-sort-tights. But she has a tendency to waggle her pen like she's conducting a ballet concert. I'm sure this allows information to better flow through the cha...

Old & ranting sun, broken white clouds' cover, silence of the chaotic life and I. Up on a cozy bed in a house full of things unknown, unused & unattended to; great food, laughter and total relaxation is what my heart aches for and here I am in my small home in this vaguely familiar city. While the touch of black leather cover and crisp white pages of a diary would have been sensuous, it will be difficult to underplay the usefullness of this blog containing all the good-and-bad of my life. Why did I start a blog? Who will read it anyway? Is it safe to bare your deepest darkest secrets, desires? Is there a glint of desperation in my eyes or do I always become delirious the moment someone interrupts or interferes? Anyways what I need today, is a day of freedom. I guess I should shed my polluted skin and then breathe free. I know some rainy day I will open up the room and spill the un-needed on the sidewalk only to make space for more but then it is better than things taking ...

2.00 AM. I did not know how I woke up that day. At that time. But I was eager to go to Keonjhar, with friends Abhijit and Baijayanti(accompanied by her sister, her heavyweight brother and a newly wed Bradhna sir and his beautiful wife). True, I did not like it when Abhijit was adamant to take me along, but I gave in beacuse both were good friends of mine, and I like to travel a lot. I got ready quickly, and packed whatever I got my hands on(I am not that much of a good packer, though.) I put a lot of dry food(thanks to my papa), and somehow got myself ready before 3.00 AM. Abhijit and I, both went to Baijayanti's house, as from there we had to start our journey, in their new Maruti Omni, which they had got from Lalchand Jewelers. December early mornings, then, were truly chilly. Thanks to my 2 kilo Woodland's full fur jacket, I did not feel that much of a cold. Actually, I was sweating from the inside.When we got out of the city, the driver pressed the accelerator to the ful...

Maybe one day we could go hand in hand in the golden road I reach at yours' before you come And I'd be waiting at your door If I could, a few years rewind, Both of us would have more time I don't know when to start or for the matter when to stop My luck's like a tiny sentence with a billion big full-stops My tainted eyes see light But I'm still in the dark Since we've gone far I am lost, i guess, without a trace I dream about all, and then I can only see your face I look around everywhere but  It's you I can't replace I feel cold yet again I long for togetherness If I could write you a song To make you fall in back again I would already have had you near me all my beautiful life I was the only man who knew you, You didn't like cos you thought you're cool without me in your life I might act as if i dont care But actually i'm going nowhere And I can only play the one part And sit a...

'Twas raining.. He couldn't see a thing People were running for cover Flash floods causing menace everywhere The weatherman didn’t know when the rain would stop And none knew what the sky looked like beyond the clouds. A black umbrella.. Stout against the fiercest of drops That continued to collapse the buildings That once fought off the sun so bravely One drenched body standing tall under it With his eyes wearing a sparkling glimpse And none knew what the sky looked like beyond the clouds. A broken roof.. Above a broken house Pair of eyes looked through a broken pane Hands scouring on the window railings Had wished to stay inside.. waiting.. The weatherman had said he would return To take him to the world beyond the clouds. A wait in vain.. The black boots were near The eyes winked vigourously, fear-stricken They had come for him, and 'twas time The weatherman hadn't come, still To take him to the world beyond the clouds. A sudden flash ...

The week that went, and the week that is going, they have been quite awful for me. The shifting, the vodka night( where I beat up a friend and tried to choke him down! ) were, on the top of everything, disastrous. Just to portray my awfulness( usually I'm always in deep shit, but this is more! ), here's an apt self-written something.. The sun sets and I'm shivering on bed, Millions of thoughts run through my head! The tears flow and stream through my face. Head resting on a soaked pillow case! Hour upon hour and still awake.. Not much more heartache can I take! Night after night since I've realized. Alone in a full house have I lived! Still awake, not a minute of rest.. The only sound is in my chest. Some try and run after money. Hell is what they get, one and only! Some run for rising heights of success. What they get, is a world full of mess. What I am running for, is simply, Life. Emptiness is all I got, awry and rife. Sunrise! ...