I have clutched it tight
Deep inside
Not letting it breathe
Fearing it would slip

I might get murdered for what I have to say in the following lines.....but I have immense faith in the freedom of expression and the right to "just be"....my blog even goes by the name Lais.sez-faire.

Wondering how to start the rambling....wars, disasters, natural and human, terrorism, any kind of mass destruction apparently cause nothing but misfortune, loss of life, and generations of hatred.

Now imagine a world where there haven't occurred the world wars, or any war for that matter, everybody is kind, and love is all around. The word 'PEACE' would not have been coined then I suppose, I believe. When everything is perfect, who strives for improvement, who bothers with 'betterment'. Utopia is fiction, but the mirage keeps us going from day to day.

I am beating around the bush I realize, let me come to my point....in my opinion selfishness, hatred, violence, and everything abominable is necessary for human existence, so that there can co-exist a possibility to rise in us, selflessness, love, peace, and everything beautiful a human being is capable of experiencing, everything great that a human being is capable of being. If there were no wars, would we be having heroes to worship? If there was no greed would there be millions of non-buddhist people pledging support for Dalai Lama from every corner of the world? If Jalianwalabagh never happened, would there be a Gandhi born? If Hitler became an artist and not a Fuhrer, would the Berlin wall be ever built and pulled down? If Somalia was not what it is, would there be volunteers for the peace corps? I can go on and on citing examples to support my weird stream of thoughts. But that's not important, I have no point to prove, it's just a thought, like the optimists say...to choose to see the glass half full. We fall, we rise, we fall again to rise again. For the best to surface, delving into the abysmal depth of worst is necessary.

It is very easy I realize to come up with such idealistic theories with a stomach full of goodies and wine quenched thirst. But that shouldn't stop me from being a neurotic and think the weirdest of thoughts! Everytime I get to hear something terrible happening, this is the thought that whirls in my system, this is the excuse I come up with for mankind in general. So thought of writing it down and get it done and over with! A concluding quote by Rabindranath Tagore "Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man."

From the movie Anthony Firingee, sung by Manna Dey.

Like a Belgian chandelier I illuminate the music room
Once the night is spent, whoever wants me anymore?

Like a vial of perfume
My calling is to spread happiness with my fragrance
Once the scent is spent, whoever remembers the perfume?

Oh! This fire that rages in my soul
I understand yet I cannot explain
Words fail me

And so I keep chasing the elusive will-o-the-wisp in vain
Again and again.....
© 2011 Rituparna Das

Amidst
The happiest smile of a sunflower
The sweetest cooing of the Koel
The spreading colours of the flutterbies
And the lingering scent of thriving life all around

I go about carrying a tempest in my heart.

The Guardian Angel.

The winding, blinding lanes of the dark
Where innocence is lost
Ego rides high
Where the soul is ever searching
The lost meaning of life

A sudden bend
A glowing friend
The darkness lifts
The fragrance of hope
Not everything is wrong
Above the mist
Somewhere rests
A carribean blue sky
Where music lilts
The magic lyrics
Sung by the angel that guards

I have heard
Yes I have heard

Beche Thakar Gaan from 'Autograph', sung by Rupam Islam.

If they talk about snatching your poetry stuffed diary
You should know, I'll not let them snatch

If they ask you to leave behind the city grown colloquiality
You should know, I'll not let you leave

And I know, yes I know
How each day the quicksand devours us

And I know, yes I know
About our frustrations of every night in search of the lost sounds

So just this way, on the softness of the pillow
In your complaining gaze
Let the night fairies bathe
The song of living on their lips

So just this way, on the sheet of a face
Caressed by a known hand
Let the night fairies bathe in happiness
Keeping alive the song of living on their lips

If for a moment you lose the correctness of life
You should know, I'll not let you lose

If they ask you to sell the soil interwoven with your roots
You should know, I'll not let you get sold

And I know, yes I know
How each day the quicksand devours us

And I know, yes I know
About our frustrations of every night in search of the lost sounds

So just this way, on the softness of the pillow
In your complaining gaze
Let the night fairies bathe
The song of living on their lips

So just this way, on the sheet of a face
Caressed by a known hand
Let the night fairies bathe in happiness
Keeping alive the song of living on their lips
© 2011 Rituparna Das