Interrupted Thoughts

“You can’t make homes out of human beings”
– Warsan Shire
There was he, one of the most charming individuals ever. One that broke my defences and entered where no one had entered in last four years, if not more. My friends cautioned me against him. I have never been a good judge of character, I admit. But this time I was so blinded by his ways that I threw their caution to the wind. Within a few months, he became one of my favourites. He was the one I called ‘home’, because he felt like home. I even forgot what my favourite contemporary poetess had said, and made him my “home”. Someone I could tell my darkest secrets and deepest fears and secret desires to. He played his part perfectly well. Every time, I tried severing ties, the magical charm would over-power me, time and again.

“Light attracts light. But sometimes your light attracts moths and your warmth attracts parasites. Protect your space and energy.”
– Warsan Shire.
Always have been a happy-go-lucky and optimistic person. Countless known and not-so-known folks have described me as warm. Never put much thought to it unless last night when I took time to reflect on how situations have spiraled to the present scenario. It wasn’t too pretty. Emotional parasites draw out energy and occupy space, leaving no space for the non-parasites to enter one’s life.

“Perhaps, the problem is not the intensity of your love, but the quality of the people you are loving.”
– Warsan Shire.
This lady isn’t my favourite for no reason.

why do you find the unavailable so alluring?
where did it begin? what went wrong? and who made you feel so worthless?
if they wanted you, wouldn’t they have chosen you?
all this time, you were begging for love silently, thinking they couldn’t hear you, but they smelt it on you, you must have known that they could taste the desperate on your skin?
and what about the others that would do anything for you, why did you make them love you until you could not stand it?
how are you both of these women, both flighty and needful?
where did you learn this, to want what does not want you?
where did you learn this, to leave those that want to stay?
– Shire

All of us, perhaps without exception, have been in situations like these. It is okay be head-over-heels in love with someone. But one ought to know when to pull the stops.

Be your own home, your own person.
Love yourself as much as you love others, you owe yourself that.

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Bitten by Poetry Bug

When i was a kid, i’d sit with my Amma (paternal grandma) and watch Bangla serials. Almost everywhere it showed that every family had one poet and everyone went out of their to avoid that person.

When i was 13 years old, my English teacher had asked me to try bits of poetry and i had said, “Miss i cannot.”

For years i thought i couldn’t until i was forced to try and i saw that i could.

Since then i had been trying my hand at putting words to certain pictures or thoughts.

Pujo had made people go out and click pictures, and then post them on social media.

Here’s a few i had penned for some of my favourite people :

 

Muse: Sayanha Biswas (she flaunted a beautiful royal blue saree and a happy smile)
There she is,
That lady in blue,
Her smiles paints the town
in warm and bright hues!

Muse: Prasit Biswas (he sat looking good in a navy blue T-shirt against a red wall)
Love the contrast,
Blue against red –
Looking good, you are;
That’s what i said.

Muse: Neerajita Bhattacharya (pink salwar kameez and she owned it)
Oh my pretty lady,
Oh my love,
you make my heart,
Coo like a dove 😉

Muse: Ranajit Chakrabarty (smiling happily into the camera with his other half by him)
Of Bright Smiles –
And Happy Nights;
When She’s Around,
Life is a Delight.

Muse: Samannay Chakraborty (trust me, he has the cutest smile you’d ever come across)
Arrey, your smile is so cute!
Countless hearts did it loot –
Am not exaggerating,
Hence do not refute 😀

Muse: Debrupa Sarkar (carrying the jeans on jeans look with panache)
Carry thou well,
Jeans on jeans;
Enough is enough –
Now eat your greens 😛 😛

Photo Credits: Prasit Biswas (M.B.B.S. batch mate from NRS Medical College and Hospital, Kolkata)

Just a Random Thought

Have you ever noticed despite being very different from each other we all end up having the having the same festive feeling as soon as Mahalaya arrives?

Birendra Krishna’s Mahishasura Mardini evokes the same poignant emotion in all of us.

Yes, tomorrow i have my Pediatrics theory paper of 9th semester exams. Yet i just cannot shake off the Pujo-Pujo feeling 🙂

Sharodiya-r Shubheccha 🙂

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