purbasuri

you

This one for my dream girl.You know everytime I fall for a girl I sacrifice this lady for her.Yet she stays the same.She never makes me cry.She never lies.She is beautiful.Most beautiful lady ever on earth.She cares for me.She loves me for no reason.She loves me because I am there.Every night she asks about the number of cigarettes I have puffed that day and however small the number be, it never makes her happy.I am never sad when she is around.

This one for you sweetheart.I love you.

love for me...

some say love is blind,some say it is silent.
but for me it was only deaf...

they call it first love

She was my first love.She came.I became a poet.
She cared,she loved and she left.Or might be she
stayed but love left.she was meghbalika ...

kolkata...

College !! I became a communist.One and a half years, the world has changed a lot for me.New people, new aspirations,new hopes.
The life in this city is totally different from that at Naihati or Chandannagar.The never ending cars,the daily traffic ,the evenings at multiplexes
the nights at Academy Of Fine Arts,Nandan,Vodka at park-street,college street,coffee house,the buildings of north Kolkata,standing like dog-eared pages of
an old book.I have tried to see the most of her.But this place seems to be packed with emotions and stories that are so connected with each other.Every other day she
will drive you crazy with her facets,if you have the eyes to see.

i preferred the last bench...

Those were the golden days.Nine long years at Chandannagar.
The school,the houses,the majestic strand,those trees,the girls'
schools along the strand(we used to sit all day long across the
road).I remember everything.
Sometimes when you grow up, you reach a spell when
everything goes wrong,everyone changes around
you,you become too edgy to trust a person.These
periods are not really greeted yet I think it really gives you a
chance to be nostalgic.


Once an sms read "Memories play a confusing role.
They make you laugh when you remember the days
you cried together but they make you cry when you remember
the days you laughed together".They really do.At least for me.

when the zipper got stuck

My childhood.I cant remenber the ST lukes' days much.
Few friends were there.Abhirup,Sourav,Nilanjan,Sukanya,
Pallabi.The rest was home.
I grew up alone.Didi at schooland ma-baba at their office.
For me the sky was there,the window panes were there,
the 'am-gach' was there.
I remember,i used to sit by the window and look up at the
sky,I stayed there for hours.Baba often said "eto ki vabo??".
I wish I could remember those dreams.Unlike now I didnt
have much friends.

It was my childhood that made me a dreamer...