It is in this manner.

Tuesday. It’s a beautiful summer noon, I lay on my bed manifesting my laziness in the grandest of manner. I have a stack of newspapers and Orhan Pamuk to be read, but don’t feel like doing it, listening to Poets Of The Fall. Sleep is an alien to me during noons, and I haven’t studied since I passed through the gates of my alma mater. Friends have gone away to their distant villages, the Jharsuguda sun and location doesn’t allow me to hang out .This place consists of a single road which doesn’t lead to anywhere, its just a road where the dust never settles, it remains floating in the air to decrease your visibility and make you cough a little longer.I cant call up anyone, what do I tell them, cry that I couldn’t get through a beautiful noon, that am getting too impatient with things. I click on my message inbox, HDFC says that my account has been refilled with the substance, the substance that has arrested me and many more out here. Money is important and essential in life, but spending quality time is the most crucial to live a day. I would always crave for those evenings that I have spent during childhood kicking the football all round the park,for those moments with friends where we shared a piece of sandwich that was worth Rs.12, for the sight where I could watch the beautiful sun going down, for the nights where I didn’t have to plan my next day.I would miss them all.

cheers,
dipankar

Every evening.

Every evening i stand witness to the murder of the sun behind the blue hills, the murderer being the darkness.The sun takes its last breathe,weeping out so loud, that i can see it all orange.Helpless like me,the sky watches it die.It was just hours back like a conqueror of the world, the sun had made the beautiful sky its empire.I could see the graveyard before my eyes.In agony the birds flew back to their homes,mourning the death of their master.Cold winds marked the end of the sun,a black shadow laughed as the sun rested in his coffin.The shadow got broader and broader,taller and taller,the carpet of darkness covered the whole of earth.The sky could not live the pain,its heart was heavy,darkness had made him its slave.It made the sky shred tears which twinkled in the form of stars.Thousands of drops did i watch splurting out of the eyes of the sky that lonely night. The tears came and disappeared slowly as time pased. The darkness gripped me,memories of my past came to me from the sun's spirit.I drew my courage to battle my life like that sun who battles it out every evening with the darkness,but its not alwayz victory to darkness,because every morning I quietly enjoy the sun's warmth.

cheers,

dipankar

The beginning.

Its been ages,since I had created a blog for myself. A feeling that brought me pride for I created something of my own. Time flew by, this part of creation stayed empty. The past is gone,the present is being lived,the future remains to be explored. Myriad of thoughts came to this cerebrum, never recorded them, but today,a nerve somewhere twitched inside my brain asking me to do something with my creation. My thoughts form an integral part of me,I have to let them out for my brain wnt let me sleep today,neither in the future even. The sensation is strong, the fingers move over the keyboard with amazing flow, the brain doesn't ask the movement of the hands to slow down. I wonder why didn't my nerve twitch,swell,respond in this manner before?? Many things revolve in me---- things that have left an impression within me, things that have moulded me,so many are they and every kind of it had a beginning. The twitch of the nerve has created a small revolution, it has created a beginning,a start which would help me record my thoughts,let you know things about my past,present and future. i hope those things do revolve within you :)

cheers,

dipankar.