A walk in the evening.

SUMANA SAHA

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The cultured celebrate her as the city of joy.

The evenings here, they say, bubble with life.

Yet I see no destination in the eyes of the men about.

Am I the much hated cynic blind to the value of the animated bursts of infinite passion,

Manifested in a sea of humanity?

Or are these faces without features a mere product of my imagination,

Rather the lack of it? I see faces, lifeless and dumb,

Celebrating a party that was long over.

I see evening shops and offices shuttering down,

Fire used to seek blessings and protection.

Is there anything left to be protected?

Can anything be protected?

Cars honk, autos abuse, buses screech;

Men are silent…and safe. Time creeps….

Dilemma

SUMANA SAHA

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I am the girl
Standing in the rain
Wishing they understood.

I am the teen
Who thinks she knows it all
And wishing that she could.

I am the cutter
With the blade at my skin
Wishing the pain could subside.

I am the friend
With all the advice
Wishing to live life.

I am the heart breaker
With the guilt on my shoulders
Wishing he was here to hold me.

I am
The girl
The teen
The cutter
The friend
The heart breaker
Wishing, wanting
To be set free.

While we are here we might as well dance!

SUMANA SAHA

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Too many people put off something that brings them joy just because they haven’t thought about it, don’t have it on their schedule, didn’t know it was coming or are too rigid to depart from their routine. How many women out there will eat at home because their husband didn’t suggest going out to dinner until after something had been thawed? Does the word “refrigeration” mean nothing to you?
 
How often have your kids dropped in to talk and sat in silence while you watched ‘Dadagiri’ on television?
 
My friend cannot count the times she called her sister and said, “How about going to lunch in a half hour?” She would gas up and stammer, “I can’t. I have clothes on the line. My hair is dirty. I wish I had known yesterday, I had a late breakfast, It looks like rain.” And my personal favourite: “It’s Monday.”… She died a few years ago. They never did have lunch together.
 
Because out here we cram so much into our lives, we tend to schedule our headaches. We live on a sparse diet of promises we make to ourselves – when all the conditions are perfect!
 
We’ll go back and visit the grandparents when we plan a date at CIT Cafe. We’ll entertain when we replace the living-room carpet. We’ll go on a second honeymoon when we get two more kids through college.
 
Life has a way of accelerating as we get older. The days get shorter, and the list of promises to ourselves gets longer. One morning, we awaken, and all we have to show for our lives is a litany of “I’m going to,” “I plan on,” and “Someday, when things are settled down a bit.”
 
When anyone calls my ‘seize the moment’ friend, she is open to adventure and available for trips. She keeps an open mind on new ideas. Her enthusiasm for life is contagious. You talk with her for five minutes, and you’re ready to trade your bad feet for a pair of rollerblades and skip an elevator for a bungee cord.
 
Now…go on and have a nice day. Do something you ‘WANT’ to… not something on your ‘SHOULD DO’ list. If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call you could make, who would you call and what would you say? And why are you waiting?
 
“Life may not be the party we hoped for… but while we are here we might as well dance!”

A Letter that Matters the MOST

Pallavi Ekbote

To

The Human Being,

Planet no. 3,

Solar System

Subject:  Complaining about poor maintenance of the residence.

Dear my creature,

I am writing this letter to you to complain about the poor maintenance of the residence and the troubles which I have to face due to it.

Since many years, ailment has become a routine for me. Perhaps, I may succumb soon. The reason why I have issues only with you and not with other creatures is because they are obeying my precepts and living their lives facilely. A mother always shows solicitude and whatever she advises, it is for the betterment of her children. When you were born, my only desire was to acquaint you with everyone in the universe, but then I thought to let you ascertain about us, and you did it. You found about your mother, all your relatives, the stars, the planets and most prominently your grandfather-the Sun. You were my beloved child. This is the reason why I bestowed you a special reward of sentiments and thought process. Though your progress fascinated me, after a certain period, it didn’t seem like before. Having technological power certainly does not mean that you do everything as per your wish. It is your technological misuse that has left me in a serious condition. I am suffering from a high fever called ‘Global Warming’ due to some greenhouse gases present in my body. I have been coughing ceaselessly since many years because of pollution. It was endurable for me at the early age when you were a juvenile, but then I had to take some undesirable actions to make you evolve into a better personality.

There were many times when I was so cheesed off that nothing could stop me. My numerous negative emotions like Floods, Droughts, Volcano eruptions, Tsunamis and Earthquakes had come out of me. It made you realize your mistake but only for a couple of months. It all started again. Although water produced by me is salty, I offer you fresh water by the process of rain. It isn’t my fault that you deforest the land and then abide water crisis. Your grandfather provides you not only sunlight but different sources of energy that keeps you alive. It isn’t his fault that you defile me unconditionally and slay my Ozone army which dauntlessly protects me from UV rays. Trees create their own food by photosynthesis. They don’t greed for more. Animals and birds have their own meal. They don’t come and eat from your plate, do they? Then why are you intruding in their lives? The land doesn’t belong only to you. I obviously let you have access to adequate resources up-to your requirement, but please don’t harm others’ habitats. They also deserve a life just like you. As I mentioned earlier, you are special to me but don’t force me to show up my wrath again. I can’t watch the decease of my own children. There won’t be any purpose of my existence then. Has anybody ever wanted her mother to pass away? If no, then please stop polluting my breath (air), stop cutting my arms (trees), stop killing your brothers and sisters (animals & birds) and stop being selfish!

As a mother, I request you to take immediate actions against this very sensitive and significant matter. You are grown up now, so you should take some responsibility of maintaining your own house. Otherwise I’ll have to take some stringent action before I perish!

Thanking you,

                                                                                                                                                  Yours truly,

Mother Earth

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