Sipra's Diary:[From "Eyes Are Notorious".REV]-- "SINGULARITY"

 SINGULARITY   Sipra Roy 

Bond of bio-sex knells the bell;

This is the last generation

Of male and female 

As love between gender turns out to be

Burnt out candle!

The New Age opens the relational screen 

With new emerging gender Singularity! 

'Singularity' is the only answer of the future.

 

What causes this great fall? 

Who will make Humpty- dumpty 

Together united  again?

 

Nature is no more their cupid

To align them; as it failed to cope with

 The deal of  birth control ‘pill’.

 

The pill  shook the  marital plinth violently,

Losing the key to  save  sacred  fidelity.

Which sustained the strength of age-old integrity.

 

Is there any chance to go  back

To the lost pavilion of the land, 

To play in the 'Garden of Eden'

For a New start again?

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Sipra's Diary : (Poem) > " BOHEMIAN"........Dec//2025

 

  BOHEMIAN      (modified-1)25-4-23

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My husband passed away by sudden cerebral attack,

Shortly after he came to Calcutta and purchased a flat.

Since I mostly remained inside, as never being an extrovert;

That made my curious neighbors to keep eyes on me, alert .

    

People of   the  new  neighborhood often asked me,

With some cautious suspicion and sympathy :

“What do you do alone? ‘Don’t you feel boring?

The words hurt the wounds of my widowhood.

 

Usual answer flares from anger,’ N-not really’;

 I retaliated in bitterness to the apparent well-wishers!

They exchanged shocked glances with one aother!......

I   sparked some more unusual words:

 

“For me the day is always too short to manage everything;

As the invisible part of my inner-self leaves me seldom alone;

A unique spirit of ‘diversity’ always remains  embracing  me !”

Thus I get rid of emotions, by blocking their conversation!

 

In my secret den I stored lots of fun and pain,

Like a child with Lego-pieces I played with them! 

Sometimes my brain fueled or foamed in fury

To divulge some fertile magma in words, unless---

 

The treacherous wall-clock alarmed my daughter to yell

“It’s twelve O clock! You shouldn’t be awake  so late ;

What do you do throughout the long empty day?”

 

How to explain   as ‘time and tide’ wait for none,

My wave of thought also prefers to be bohemian!

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Sipra's Diary: [Poem ]Creation -in Crack.

[Na.Contest]UNISON IN GENESIS……..[.>Creation –in-crack]

Lines=  19 // words=  112

 

Nothing is born without pain!

Cracking the rock or soil

Peep the seedling;

Breaking the egg-shell 

Comes out birdling;

And tearing the womb baby sees first light!

 

Splitting the roaring cloud flashes the lightning

New ideas are released stirring the brain;

Behind every new birth there is pain!

All our sense organs work, knocking the universe 

From Big Bang to buzzing bees 

All sounds burst out to release!!

 

Piercing the vocal chord music streams out

A poem springs from the bosom of heart

Out of   sheer pain or pleasure,

Just as flower blooms shattering the clutch of buds.

Pleasure is momentary, but pain is 

Too innate in us to get over !

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Sipra's Diary: From. ( MEMOIR) Dec//2025

21th April 2025,

“Colonnade”building.

I heard something surprising to me  that  king cobra stops eating anything two months before death. It stays inside its hole . Some other living beings also follow the same rule. I was surprised to think how the lower specie get themselves ready for death while human can't !  

 Is 'instinct' in lower specie is more powerful than 'intelligence' of human specie?

Many times I don't feel hungr . Yet I used to run breakfast,lunch, dinner as a  routine before taking medicines. But last two weeks I take 1 piece bread with tea and one table spoon cornflakes with half cup milk and feel heavy till the evening .Remembering  about the nature of  king cobra I ask myself 'is it indicating that my end of life is nearing ? 

But I was neither worried nor afraid for death!  Instead a little curious and courageous in my own room to face death without any pain , disease or surgery. 

Then I remembered the last words of my mother in the hospital before a weak of her death:

Lying on the bed with closed eyes my mother said with calm voice,

    "You know, it is a great lie that even a wretched  human  is           'ready to die' ; all human cling to life!

So my present thought about death is no doubt ‘fake’.

In last 20 years I have faced similar thought about fake death!

I remembered .............

[*Mrs Kripalni passed away on this day in Mumbai in the“SUBIDHA’hospital]15 years ago!. .....15 years!

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Sipra'sDiary :[ poem from"EYES ARE NOTORIOUS]>BLISS OF SOLTUDE

          

 Bliss of Solitude.     by sipra Roy

 Lines= 28  //           W= 128 

O solitude !

Let me be your shadow 

Or shelter me in you ;So that 

I can cherish my own silence:

By gazing on  my own piece of sky

Captive like a picture-in-frame ,

Through my own window glass.

 

Let me pause or ponder on

My  own undefined  melancholy, 

Which may be blank-mind ‘s luxury :

To wallow in idle imagination without boundary!

 

 

In my own fleeting moods as I nurture

Those budding dreams

Concealed carefully from others

That I love to treasure as precious

To smell  and harp on, like Narcissus!

 

 

If sudden storm of noises

Out of  deep mental calmness                                                                    

Shatter me from my own land of creation,

O Solitude! Please be my lighthouse,

To anchor  me in your safe island.

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Sipra's Diary: [From Eyes Are Notorious]- "FUGITIVE."

 

        Fugitive       

         L= 22    

They come, the foreign words;

They come in my sleep,

Knock me to wake up;

The words! The Captive words rebel,

Spinning   rattling and hurling 

Against  the wall of my skull.

I hear their noisy call in slumber,

“Get up, please release us”!

I console: ‘ relax, till the sun is up!’

 

I recall those nocturnal nutty guests

In my chosen time of rest;

But get no response to my request.

I search  them, summon them in vain.

I fail to trace them anywhere: far or near;

Lost like a faded echo in the air,

Before I trace them in ink and paper.

 

The white paper stares at me blank,

My pen lies idle on the wooden plank!

Though I dive deep for those captives 

But they prefer to become fugitive!

  

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Sipra's Diary : [ from my Eyes are Notorious ] "Buds-in-Clasps"]

 

          Buds-In-Clasps 

Some poems are genuine 

From my  own  heart 

Born like a fountain from the mountain,

While some are created 

Like a test-tube babe in the lab.

Some are hybrid, fused with chewed matter,

Old wine in new bottle with added flavor!

Now it is hard to decide, which one to invite 

To open her veil in the enlightened elites' vale!

The natural shy one may not be shining 

Somewhat odd and novice, but very much my own.

To appear in the publishing house 

Should I   deck them with wordy glamor

And modulate them with catchy costume

Or find some mentor  to censure the volume?

No,-never!

Rather let them remain as clasped- in buds 

In my dark cupboard,

Until welcomed by nature 

To blossom and spread fragrance in the air !

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Sipra's. diary: "SPIRIT IN SILENCE."

                         Spirit -In-Silencee

            What can be more eloquent than  silence 

            in the vessel of any language ?

            However delicate or complicated, 

           Language is designed merely

           An external apparel or costume of feeling!

           Feeling is too subtle to be exposed

           In any vehicle of language.

           More the feeling goes profound,

           More the speech looses its sound,

           To become dumb but Super-sensitive!

           Like the primitive one of by-gone-days.

           Love, hate, jealousy or fear

           All suppressed, hidden, unspoken words

           Reflect messages either in  eyes

           Or in body gesture,

           Just as do the innocent animals!

   

           In the vessel of language

           Nothing is more eloquent  

           Than  the spirit- in -Silence!

           Deep meditation is always

           In speechless  consciousness!

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Sipra'sDiary: AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF PAMPERED PET ..................

 

 Snowy the Pampered pet .     Sipra Roy. 

 (Autobiography)

My name is Snowy, a German Spitz by birth;

I belonged to Roy family as a puppy of one month;

I heard later from their little daughter that I was 

The most precious birthday-gift and pride in her life!

My memory is sharp to remember my early days.

She called me 'Snowy' as I looked a furry piece of white ice.              *

She recorded my each activity in album as her pride piece!

 I felt sad when she left me to play with her friends, 

So whenever I saw I barked  ferociously to  drive them!

I will narrate my memoir of thirteen years bit by bit:

On my first night I spent with them inside the mosquito net 

Between mother and daughter, as the whole night  

I was sleepless and whining in unfamiliar Environment! 

I was fussy to drink milk unless my little Miss 

Feed me with a dropper taking me on her lap.         

 I enjoyed that pampering!

An ugly kitten used to finish my milk from the bowl, 

Me, the poor puppy(!) lacked courage to attack or to howl. 

The senior madam mocked for that to her daughter,

Who with empathy defended dotingly my sissy nature! 

All these stories I heard only, but not remembered

 Later I grew up as a dare-devil macho to kill seven cats 

Perhaps in revenge and in remembrance of past insult!

My little miss also grew up to go college leaving home. 

I was so lonely and sad! I spent the afternoon in gloom.

I waited for the evening for the master to  come .

Out of affection my revered master brought another puppy 

For my company; it was a 'Golden Retriever, cute and fluffy.

He grew up as wild,  notorious  and jealous of me!  

Madam named her "Bicchu" from the very first day. 

He won easily my master as younger and became his favorite.

Noticing that Madam became more kind and soft to me! 

I was happy to win her support and motherly feeling!

[ Bicchu=. Naughty ; scorpio]

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Sipra's Diary :[ Memoir ]>>HALOWEEN DAY ! /2025

                              First Experience Of Halloween Day 

Halloween Day is celebrated on 31October in  many countries  before the Christmas  eve in  the western world, remembering the dead  including saints, martyrs and all other faithfuls departed.

It is celebrated in different countries based on their  different belief. 

It is believed to have originated from an ancient Celtic festival Samhan wherein people dressed like ghosts and bonfires to keep the real ghosts away.

In the modern  rendition of Halloween  kids wear costumes inspired by popular culture to go for 'Trick or Treat'   around  the neighborhood..Generally the kids get toffee ,cookie, coins etc . in their bucket as "treat" from neighbors. Kids are so happy with  new costume of horror or funny and gifts .

 I first came to know about this fest 1n Austin  in 2001.

I was ready with toffee & cookies. Team after team of children knock my door with "TRICK or TREAT". As the stock of toffee  was not sufficient ,I told my son to buy more at the time of coming back home from office.

I saw a large group of kids entering towards my house .I asked my brother [who came from Canada to visit me,] 

"Raja has not yet reached with toffee packet and only few toffees are left with me .  What to do now?"

Brother : "keep  some 'Quarter -coins' on  separate tray with sweets to offer them ."

I did so .  Some  kids picked up both .I took a photo with a group; because I was a visitor mom only at that time,  a tourist.  

I didn't  know then  that my last phase of life was destined to this land !

My son entered with two big bags  of  Hershey  and  Nestle just as the last but one group left !

Next day I met some American seniors of story Circle in the library.; I  shared my above experience!  After listening ,they suggested as  apology that I should be warned by them to keep the house dark and not to response to the door-bell!...

Some of them  followed  it every year to avoid the kids which  was so disturbing !

I tried to plead  them that that they were wrong to think that I felt disturbed . In fact, I enjoyed the presence of kids fantastically!   

It was like a festival to me ! 

Before that fest I never knew that there were so many children in my neighborhood!  It was my pleasure to see them joyful by offering meagre 'Treat'!......... 

[ *This incident gave me impression that  Senior women  in  America hardly  felt  any  'Isolation'  or  loneliness . 

They are selfish by nature  [! ] or circumstances ? .............I didn't know........ 

Why they were not ready to welcome the children to be joyful anually only for one day ? 

Perhaps  they love to live and stay alone. They love and prefer the facility of getting social security from government !  They feel more convenient as well as comfortable to spend within this governmental   secured  system.  

Isolation  of the seniors in America is utterly a wrong perception for  pretention!   

Mostly the children with costume of Spiderman , Startrek , Drake , Phantom and  enjoy the  fun of the festival;  adding  the country to  become financially  healthier. 

In Scotland and Wales the dying embers of Halloween's fire  survived for long time;  

it was usual to place as many small stones as there were persons around ;  next morning if any of the pebbles displaced,  it was regarded that the person represented would die within twelve months.

Really Spine-chilling!!!!!!!!!

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Title: " Trick or Treat"

 It really happened  once  

 In  the small neighborhood  of Texas.

Richard came to his far -relative grandma

With his New yorker friend Nicholas 

To give  grandma  a treat  of surprise 

by unexpected  sudden visit !

 

Reaching near, Richard noticed the  house dark 

But it was lighted up as soon as the door was knocked;!'

Ever  smiling grandma welcomed ,"Why are you  so late ? 

 [Their faces were hidden by  the  mask  they held.]

"Aren't you ready to give us "treat?," they asked .

"yes , sure" With mysterious smile , she replied; 

Following  up her to the dining  hall 

They noticed  with  pleasant awe !

Arrangement of  what a grand party  

In this house, rarely  he ever saw :

Food flowers,  finest  crockary  and a pumpkin for decor!

Just then Richard heard another  door -bell !

He saw  neighborhood  uncle Mr. Lockwood 

Standing  at the door front; he interrogated:

"I came curiously to enquire who has lighted the house?"

 He asked  hesitatingly ,"how do you get the sad news ?"...

Sadly he  conveyed , "Mrs swift passed away 

Yesterday evening ,Without any suffering ! 

Just after  cremation rituals I'am now coming!"

He handed over the house-key before leaving

To  bewildered Richard  in tension and agony !

No sooner, the  light went off 

Keeping them in the  house in eerie  dark!

Looking back once again to the dark, 

Richard came out with Nicholas.

While  locking the door, grandma's pet  black cat 

Darted inside through door,  declaring "Me-Own !

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Sipra's Diary : [Patriotic Poem] "Bankcruptsy of Aristocracy"

 

Bankcruptsy of Aristocracy: Sipra Roy 

 

Awake Washington, Awake Lincoln,
 Can't you see the new 'Towers of Powers'
 Actually announces your powerlessness'!
 Once the 'sniffy tycoon of 5th avenue, East Manhattan
                         Come out!
Come out Rockerfeller, Carnegie Melon, j.P Morgan!
Bursting forth your tombs, to save your land .

Look, some crimson red stars from your flag

Are becoming pale, losing past glare!
Your glory, your aristocracy, is shifting to strangers,
Who has the least contribution or legal claim!

The wind from the Atlantic ocean,
Carries the sigh of the river Hudson;

So long the view  & beauty of Hudson 

Was shared by both the rich and the common!

But now the high-rise of mega-rich boom eclipsed the sun.

          Now who is there  to lead

The rise of New york's  outrageous fortune
Trudging to the right path as a tribute to the nation?
Recall the old spirits! recall  some neo- Rockefeller
                   For resurrection !.

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Sipra's Diary >.### 2025 >. Collection of New stories:Gender Identity; ...Two misers..........

STORY  # 1)       Gender-Identity.                                                                                                                        

 There was a sweet shop keeper in a village .   It was the only sweet shop in that area . His family used to stay in the back side of the shop. At  noon his teenager boy called his father that mother is waiting for him to take lunch .

It was summer time . The shop-keeper asked his teenager boy to sit on his seat to receive the customers .  

He handed over his hand -fan to drive  house-flies to sit on the sweets. The boy was enthusiastic to do that .

After lunch father took charge from the boy and asked how many customers  came ?

'NONE !  But lots of house flies came ...He killed  seven,  out of the seven four were women flies and three male Flies !

Father asked the boy with big surprise how did you recognize male and female flies?

The boy replied ," Why!  it was so easy to differentiate ! flies who were female sat on the mirror and the three flies who were male sat on sweets  !

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SStory # (2)THE  STORY OF TWO MISERS :

Once  there lived  two Penny-Pincher  ladies  in a village .  They were close friends but  they had great competition about who can beat the other one in frugality .

Both of them were cunning enough to compete among themselves in a subtle way . 

In those days there was no electricity in any village (even in town)of India . Limited Kerosin was available only in ration-card.  People finished all works and dinner before darkness swooped  down to earth. 

It was some moonlit  shiny evening  ; one of the woman thought to visit her friend for taking chat .so  that to keep on the kerosin  lamp . 

 She knocked the door of friend's house . Her friend  peeped from the window and then took little time to open the door .

--"Oh you ! please come."

--"I was wondering why you have locked the door so early!" 

The other one replied smilingly ," to  save kerosin I did not lit up any lamp and went inside the bedroom ; I also disrobe myself to save garment ;because there is none to witness my nudity in the dark! 

.... Before  opening  the door for you I put on my dress. So you have to wait a little to enter the house. "

Looking at the moon light , she exclaimed ,"O my god ,  how beautiful the moonlit night !  let us sit outside on the veranda (=Patio )and take chat ". 

She spread a mat and two mattresses to sit comfortably .  The other lady was feeling humiliated as she thought that like every time she was duped by this lady . She couldn't concentrate in any topic;Jealously crawled in her  like bug ! She left home  as she   wished to burn the  kerosine lamp if she spend the evening on chatting .Beside that she has to put an ironed 'sari' to visit her home . 

'Her friend has saved not only' fuel 'but also the' fiber' of clothes!' 

...   a burning jealousy spread to her head .

- "It's nice to have chat with you ; now I have to go home"......

- "  Why so early?"-------

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Sipra's Diary:[Rep >2024] Importanceof [figurative] Asshole

  From  Top to Bottom of body is equally important 

Covid-19 has shaken the pulse of global plinth .  It captured  and campaigned the mass  psychology  for   prolonged two years.. In the past  more fatal than Covid-19  caused   havoc of deaths  : like Black fever, Plague,  Small pox ; but people all over the world were not united under the same panic-umbrella of fear, insecurity like   this pandemic Covid-19!

This global awareness spread   from corner to corner like prairie fire instantly   due to  internet  connection . In those days Communication was much slower than now .

That's why  the previous global psychosis  did not sweep  the  monster- leviathan  of 'fear' psychology among  the mass-mind . The vaccination for curing from the fatal disease took  two years; after thorough research, it was applied with much precision.  

Still gossip,  rumor, conspiracy theory propped up  around as well as against the vaccination  and pharmaceutical  company.  Some people refused to take the shot ; some shows doubt  about  the shot  that  might cause some acute physical problem in far  future;  who knows !

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The reputed  global Pharmaceutical companies  along with the  Insurance companies  discussed  to study human body throughly to diagnose  which are the most vulnerable parts as life guard besides heart, brain and kidney. 

They would be included  under Insurance company according to the importance  and vulnerability to life .Pharmaceutical Companies  wanted to have their image  clean and innocent to cope with  the unpredicted  diseases in future. 

Brain became alert  to hear  the message ! Human brain is not happy at the news of  growing priority of Artificial Intelligence (A I) ;                       Isn't it a demotion for organic ONE?

kidney can be replaced ;so heart also has pessmaker.  Human body has only ONE  brain ; it  was  once  proud to monopolize  over body as being Head;

Five sense-organs grumbled and whispered among themselves :

 'Brain gets  all  raw informations  from us ; otherwise it will be no better than dumb rock; then brain  immediately responded to them by inviting to join in the list as vital organ.  

Nobody approached or took into account  'asshole', a dweller  of  lower part  in body; asshole  was insulted and in grudge shut its door and fell into deep sleep in despair .

After passing the first day  the body felt uncomfortable; the rebel dispersed in the body ; Brain itself felt a bad headache,  heart was burning,  liver under nausea,  the  infatuated stomach,  intestines, both large  and small, appealed to the Brain  in the head-office to solve the problem and rescue them immediately.  

The Brain sent SOS  to asshole. It confessed benignly:

 "You are not less important  than any of us though may dwell in the        basement . I apologize for my fault." 

Knock, knock, knock. Asshole woke up ; opened the door  with a big yawning as loud as  bursting of gas cylinder .

Not  only with sound of gas but also some solid yellow lava emitting terrible, perilous  odor !

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Sipra's Diary: TRICK. OR TREAT.. .. [From my debut> "Eyes Are Notorious"]

Title: " Trick or Treat"

It really happened  once . 

 In the small neighborhood  of Texas.

Richard came to his far-relative grandma

With his New Yorker friend Nicholas 

To give grandma  a treat  of surprise 

By unexpected sudden visit!

 

Reaching near, Richard noticed the house was dark 

But it was lighted up as soon as the door was knocked;!'

Ever  smiling grandma welcomed ,"Why are you so late?"

They asked with mask on their faces,  

"Aren't  you ready to  give us Treat  or Trick? 

 "yes ,sure" with mysterious smile , she replied; 

Following her up to the dining  hall they noticed  with  awe

Arrangement of what a grand party, in this house rarely he saw .

Food, flowers, finest crockery  and a pumpkin for decor!

Just then Richard heard  another door -bell !

He saw neighborhood  uncle Mr. Lockwood , standing  at the door front;

 

"I came curiously to see who has lighted the house?"

 He enquired hesitatingly ,"how do you get the sad news ?

Sadly he conveyed, “Mrs. Swift passed away yesterday evening,

Without any suffering! Just after cremation rituals I am now coming!”

 

Before leaving, he handed over the house-key to bewildered Richard

No sooner, the light went off keeping the house in eerie dark.

 Looking back once again to the dark, Richard came out with Nicholas.

Before locking the door  grandma's pet black cat, 

Darted inside the house, on their faces declaring "Me-own!"

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Sipra's Diar : Poetry Prompt of..."DENNIS RHODES".......

 

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   RESPOND TO DENNIS RHODES   [ lines=30]

 The poetry prompt of Dennis Rhodes

Is open call to the bards with OCD symptoms

Most of whom will swoop down over burning examples :

Fresh murder of Tyre Nicolus who was a photographer,

Ever joyful, youngest son,  spiritually close to mother,

Had a tattoo in her name on his arm; 

struggled hard to escape;

His tragic fate ended with 

 A shrilling  cry,”mom”! with  last breath!

He took a photo of enormous sunset 

Whistling cheerfully before going back to home ; 

While chased by five polices  

For unlimited speed of motorbike:

[“Man proposes, God disposes” ]. 

Who knows   the ‘photo of sunset’ 

would lead him to ultimate Home?

George Floyd , might  occupy Rhodes’ mind at that time ……

Condemn to the country and police, 

For  professional failure or frailty!

Such  heinus  murder of innocent lives 

Is an assault to basic  humanity.

But not justifiable to focus on 

The color of the skin of any community !

This mundane earth is eternally worshipper of power

Whether physical, psychological or spiritual, no matter!

“Eat or to be eaten” declared Darwin,

 As the stronger wins over weaker.

Law-makers  are also law –brokers: 

Owner of power, real game players

Time and situation decides who, when, 

where, will pop  up the next murder.

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