Sipras Diary: POEM> " SECRET ENEMY"

                              Secret Enemy  

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I overhaul my life in search of secret dragon

Who keeps me restless by chasing all along 

I dissect the emotional sphere layer by layer

In the abyss of solitary lab of my mind, 

Surprisingly, detected 

the larking beasts in me: hope and fear!

 

Scary fear in thorny cactus remains embracing me

While opposite side of dark tunnel flickering

Light of enchanting 'hope' mysteriously beckoning

To allure me by dream and flame of new life!

 

Driven by failure frustration, ambition or anger,

'Bewildered  ego' sometimes aggressive but 

Mostly submissive, optioned to surrender

Like a coward. I never struggled  to win over!

 

I survived by neither courage nor wisdom, 

But surrendering to social culture and custom

To mute fear or hope: two opposites forces;

Waves of time tackles the battle to keep balance:

Like a snail I sheltered  under the shell of patience!

Sometimes surrender or patience are  best weapons 

To win over the emotional dragons !

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       WOODEN SPATULA

Do you know who am I?

I am not just a wooden piece  

For kitchen device,as you see,.

I owe my legacy back to billion years,

 Prior to human ancestry,

I 'm born from the womb of the earth, fathered by the sun,

Wind is my fiancé, with whom I enjoy  great romance!

Rain is my consort who drenches  the soil  in season 

And roots circulate the food in leaves 

 who like  loyal vassals Cook for me! 

I inhale and exhale ,for the survival 

Of the living specie along with me; dusting off pollution.

I  can't move  as  I owe my legacy rooted on earth 

I 'm born speechless, as I'm  with ever -tight-lipped mask;

As Nature prevents us to adulterate "Words' 

But I hear and responds the message of love 

In the  whistling of wind ,through leaves and branches 

When they  prance  in joy. 

Scientists calculate my age from the texture

of  art my  body bears,   designed  by Nature.

My heart is full of love for all:great and small,

Sensitive to even subtle ethereal vibrations.  

Nature birthed me  to fulfill human needs ,

But human exploited  us out of his immense greed.

Now sensing  his  blunder  he sings for "Go Green."

My breaded donut on head contain the ancestral stories,

While Mother Earth spreads the  soft bed for "Go Green"

To welcome  in her  soft lap  the future generation! 

Sipra's diary: What is American Dream?

Friday, December 4, 2015 

What is American dream?

It is surprising     that in one hand the news flashes the problem of unemployment and at the same time declares   that there are  many empty chairs  awaiting in the job sphere of  America.
 Why?
May be new generation of America dreams or prefers self-employment rather than working  under any boss where they have less flexibility and freedom.
  Besides  gym,spa,therapy cosmetic jwellery   or costumes shop,dance music and video studio, which are actualy  unstable castles of cards on the sand,they can think of other simple but  stable business with small capital and less skill or academic qualification. I would love to convey some of my ideas of businesses though   I am far from this world and  have little understading about its key

Sipra's Diary :...",Sunrise from Columbus Circle "

    

Sipra's Diary; Sunrise from Columbus circle, Manhattan.

Yesterday I took my morning walk while it was still half dark though it was 6:40.But while I crossed Time-Warner building, lots of people were coming out of the subway like flocks of busy bees. The owners  of fruits-shop and snack-bar on t he street were  very busy to serve the commuters. I was walking with lazy step but curious eyes.All these racing feet and rushing bodies generate vibration in me;vibration of life! The throb of city-life. It rejuvinates the past when I was  also a part of this phase of life, how crazily ran after golden deer! and now  simply an onlooker.
As usual I stood some moments facing to Central Park, Columbus Circle,CNN building,Duane-Reade ,  the pharmacy  which supplies my prescribed  medicine, and at my back side the  marvelous crescent shaped Time Warner building with huge glass door bearing proudly the gorgeous images of branded Ad companies. The street in front of Columbus -Circle runs straight parallel to the central Park towards east and meets the horizon where a beautiful church  stands in the midst,as if, waiting to witness some auspicious event; yes auspicious event! 

In summer, day breaks  even before 5:30; I used to wait for the sun to come up.At first the horizon behind the church and  the adjacent sky behind the dark trees of Central park becomes little clear with  fade red halo which becomes little darker that changes into  orange and spreads more space of horizon in each step; finally  turns into  golden yellow melted sheet, too dazzling to look at,  and the sun comes up the roof-top of the church; this play of colours  takes less than five minutes only, but not long time like  in writing !
In a cloudy day the horizon is deprived of this play of multi-colour steps; it comes up late  with fade yellow sheet ,not from beneathe the horizon but above high in the sky, piercing the roaming cloud ! I always turn back for home before the sky turns  dazzling yellow. Coming near my apartment in the west, I greet the view of river Hudson......
But yesterday I didnt wait to greet the sun; I came back early as it was cold and windy.
At 11AM I switched on  TV and came to know about
the  explosive package of bomb by mail .Couple of hours ago the place which was vibrating with the throb of life is now thumping with fear and terror not only in the New york city but  it bangs everywhere,in every heart of the country.
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Sipra''s Diary : Poem> "April-Fool"

                         APRILFOOL

In early stage  of my school-life ,

Often  I was confused and  duped 

While some of my classmate cried out,

“Hey,a wasp  hovering over your head!”

 

Holding the bag on head 

Immediately I screamed !

Group of classmates jumped 

And shouted “April-fool,April-fool !”

I understood nothing!

 

Throughout my school-life I remained 

A super-Duper model of April-fool

Both in school and in neighborhood. 

Though I tried hard to be smart 

And alert, to be tricked by friends. 

Protecting me for any foolish act! 

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Starting from my first school 

Since on each April I was a gullible fool !

Now I Search  the meaning of 

Celebrating such hoax as festival 

Throughout the world !

 

When did it origin?

What was the historical background?

Perhaps some story will be found 

By hunting the fertile  ground of Internet!

 

As ‘Month of poets’ let April 

Be ranked on honorable pole

By eloping or replacing the annex“fool”

Saving April from slandering or defaming!!

 

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Sipra's Diary : ( Poem +Comment)." New York"

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About the Poem

 

 

This poem itself  seem  a great metaphor for me . 

As a newcomer  to this land  I felt myself  a lonely sailor in the vast unfamiliar city. Many a sleepless midnight, I looked the deserted avenues; through my window  and  stared at the high rise  buildings whose structures were lost  in the dark ; but the windows  from these buildings with their blinking lights conveyed speechless message which touched the spirit that metropolis bears. I  asked  myself  who is ‘Ancient Mariner’,- me ,or this Metropolis itself  ?

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 NEW YORK:   Sipra Roy

Metropolis, you always remind me 

Of the thirsty ‘Ancient Mariner’ 

Who sailing across the sea

‘Once wailed, ‘water, water everywhere 

Not a drop to drink’.

 

Here also incessant waves of people after people

But all are a nameless mass of crowd;

Not a single heart to beat for you

Or an eager ear to spare some moments for you!

Nor a thirsty eye looking for you!

Metropolis, yet we all love you!

 

What aptitude you owe to magnet

This vast crowd enchanted in you!

It is something more than the mere

Stakeholders to draw fame, fortune

Money or dream; or change of destiny. 

Though the ‘city of light ‘ never closes its eyes!

Behind the buzzing life a lonely soul cries;

By nature you tend to drift inward.

Standing like a monk on the bank of Atlantic

Letting the Hudson worship your feet;

You are divinely indifferent to what the city seeks,

You rarely care for name, fame, love or hate                                    

Everything is left on Time who awaits .

 

Metropolis! Are you only care-giver of this mob !

Who of this vast mass come out of your womb?

Who will be there to lit a candle in your tomb?

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About the Poem

 

 

This poem itself  is a great metaphor for  me . 

As a newcomer I felt myself like a lonely sailor in the vast unfamiliar city. 

Many a sleepless midnight, I looked the deserted avenues; through my window  and  stared at the high rise  buildings whose structures were lost in the dark ; 

but the windows  from these buildings with their blinking lights conveyed speechless message which touched the spirit that metropolis bears. I  asked  myself  who is ‘Ancient Mariner’-,- me ,or this Metropolis itself  ?

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Sipra's Diary: DRAMA>> "Drollery of Pickpocket"

                                           ( Drama )

Title : Drollery of Pickpocket. :Time:12' to 25' Minutes India./. TIME : 1965.

Genre: HUMAR

 Protagonist :Gargi. 

Antagonist; Pickpocket
Other characters : Two friends of gargi , Few college students (both girls and boys and others).
Venue : ...... Public double-decker bus-stand.  + Ladies'hostel
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The Narrator :
Calcutta was the #1 One overpopulated megacity of the world at the time of 1960s . It was hard to take ride into the bus during office hours in any mid- stoppage, as the buses became full at the starting point. From 9am to10Am. morning and 4:30--5:30 Pm. was the peek hours .

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Act One Scene 1
Gargi with two other friends came outside of the university gate; 

Shenoticed some of their known friends taking chat excitedly:

 Someone suggested ," Instead of waiting it's better for us to take a walk for home; perhaps by this time ,we could have reached home safely.

Gargi. asked them: ' Hi, do you know how long the last bus left this stoppage?"
They( crushing their teeth) said in chorus voice ,"just now!

 Ju--st now two overloaded buses, successively like tweens, passed by us.

without halting the stoppage ! The conductor waived his hand to mean he had no other way !".
Gargi :" Looking at the watch , it 'sjust 4 o' clock! She thought it shouldn't be so ,!

A commuter : Today there is a mammoth gathering in Esplanade for Election campaign. So some roads have been blocked ; Only two buses are available from here."
Gargi : O, I see .

Mallika screamed :"voila , some bus is coming !" to get ready she jumped down the road from side ways so that bus couldn't cross. Gargi : " Lo! you seemed to become a patriot , a crusador for getting boarded to the bus !".......

Just like warriors in army, they somehow boarded the bus... . Another fight was waiting for Gargi ;because she hast to drop also in the mid way .

( Scene -11)
Reaching to the hostel Gargi was very excited to show her new purse just bought on the very day, to her roommates . But she searched and searched inside the big bag, for carrying books and copies , but in vain .
Roommate (Looking eagerly ) commented : A-ww-h, it'sgone , now it must be owned by the wife or girlfriend of the pickpocket.
Gargi sat sadly . She looked tired : 

"you know, I bought it from the fancy showroom of the College Street. It attracted me from the showcase ; I entered the shop and bought that exotic purse which was Quite expensive for a student . But I needed some new to replace the old one; ( she ,as if, justified herself for being extravagant ) I emptied my old shaggy purse for that new one .Then I Put my two library cards of the university ,another one of the British Library ,and 3 copies of passport sized photo into the  new purse but not a single penny was left for the purse ! Because I spent all the money for it.

While putting the new purse inside my side bag safely , I imagined proudly that it would be 'Owner's pride and neighbour's envy"

 ..... Roommate snatched the conversation: HA-,Ha ha! 

" Pride has now crowned to somebody else's fortune......

Other roommate added : the thief must shower a plethora of abusing words for you, for not having a single penny and that too , a lady's purse which would be of no use for him ! You have spoiled his toilsome risky effort of the day !

Gargi became irritated with this jokes . 

She murmured sadly "it was too uncommon to find the second one ! She had to bother for issuing new library cards for having access to the library But she was really anxious to think of her address and photos which evidenced her personal informations; If the pickpocket belonged to gang and tried to exploit her ! She heard Calcutta was a notorious place for professional pick pocket gang who are trained ( in special institute ) under gang leader. She was worried
It made the roommates also worried ,they came near her to console , sincerely .
Kajol, one of the roommate ,Said ,'my uncle is chief inspector in Lal Bajar Police Station. Let me report him the fact and ask for his suggestion !

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After passing two days in tension, Gargi got a parcel delivered from the Post office . She opened it curiously and screamed in surprise and joy to see her lost new purse ! She hurriedly pulled the chain to open all the folders and relieved to see everything in place But she found out an additional envelop in one of the folder. She unfolded the paper which was actually a note for her :

"Hey, penny-pinching lady, don't you feel ashamed to move with empty purse, wretched than a beggar? I have to spend even the postage from my own pocket! Such a disgraceful instance in the biographical history of pickpockets in the world !"

" Gargi commented emotionally,
" Thank god ! honesty is not eloped still from this earth !
Kajol grinned and winked eyes to other roommate to say ,
' no god to thank at all , my friend ! It is your "photo"left inside the purse !
....Hmm, what to expect next ?”
I am sure very soon a  extra-juicy "love letter" from this Roam-antique- fellow will come addressing you :
Hello , Heart-picker [or broker/breaker ?] , ..........
Gargi blew the rolled newspaper to her...
--" you mean,  silly creatures  !'. . ..

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