Sipra's Diary : [Poem]. "To Twitter, through mirror "

  

To Twitter, through  Mirror .  Sipra Roy. W=169/ L-29

"Mirror mirror on the wall,

Who is prettiest in the world?"

Twitter, Twitter surrounding the ether

Whom you prefer to be your master?

Do you wish to sing in your own voice,

Or to record other's like parrot,

Is your choice?

(If you have your own voice at all!)

 The message by your mild strike to the keyboard

Make others dance or scream, howl and roar.

How long will you imitate 

The  parrot from the golden cage?

Cage is, after all, a bondage!,

Depriving freedom’

Whether be it of ugly iron

 Or glittering gold !

 

Open the latch and fly high in the sky

 To blow clarion call,

to the sleeping Minds ;

Not in a lullaby twittering tune!

Be aware of the immense power

 That you can spell !

Don't give in yourself as

 An article in the ‘auction sale’ .

Don't be a deer who behaves crazy 

 By the smell of musk ;

Unaware that the aroma

His own body spells!

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Sipra's diary : Poem> >. DEATH"

 HAMILTON PROJECT : March18/2024

 #Poetry Prompt:              

How much are you affected by death of near   and dear ones. 

  

Death! 

When did you have your first sting!

 

I remember when I went college-hostel, leaving

 

Home. I often woke up   with whimpering  

 

At midnight ,kicked by  nightmare : that  Dad  left me

 

For  ever. For a long time I couldn’t imagine 

 

To live without having  parent.

 

When I was in my thirty’s my father left 

 

In his own ancestor’s home

 

My cousin brother took me direct 

 

To the burning spot  where  he laid,

 

With calm and cool peaceful face 

 

 Released from all mundane liabilities! 

 

I touched for the last his icy-cold feet 

 

Without a single drop of  tear.

 

Since then I overcome fear of death.

 

I realized the fear of death is more 

 

Painful than encountering   actual Death!

Sipr's Diary : "TRIDENT" .

  TRIDENT   sipra Roy                                                                                    

  Law of evolution universally dictate  three things:

   Origin, Growth,  Decay and a New beginning .

   Do Words also bear the same destiny? 

   Words captivated eons as seed in emotional thought

  Burst out from the womb of  sound as spirit of god.

  Only  human being distinguished  as the finest creation

  Was endowed this divine device 

    To express manifestation.

  Words culminating in language

 Flew as juicy nectar 

  To enrich   colourful  multiple

  Chambers of literature.

  History,Philosophy, Science  Art 

 And religion proliferated

 To  quintessential until 

The social  media, computer  invaded.

 With experiment of technology; 

 Human -machine hybrid flourished!

 But organic growth of  thinking power 

 Is adulterated and ceased.

 Modern world was  bewildered  

with achievement  acquired

 By 'Artificial Intelligence and  Robotics' 

That  turned us to  'intellectual pigmy'.!

It is high time   to save  our 'Originality' 

From  AI,  the Giant Slayer !

To rescue the next generation to be 

victim of Frankenstein the  monster;

 To protect with emergency our intellectual property

  Stored in art music literature,

To stop all-pervading 'App' to produce poems 

like casino coins, or Ideas as diarrhea!

We can't be back to 'Genesis' since 

Change in evolutionary process  is spiral.

Let simple old  stories, fables and sagas

 'Tie and dye' with future to  take revival!

Aren't  Star war, or Shreck are 

Metamorphosis  of Ancient mythological stories ?

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Sipra's diary: Poems [# 1]-- Sparkling Youth. [# 2 ]EXCERPT from "Art of Arts" .

 Sparkling Youth       

We are the angel, angel of change,

To light up new age,

We are restless, we are queer,

We often do great blunder,

Without least  fear.

 

We prefer  to be warrior,

Rather to be pitched as thinker,   

Courage fuels our power

To crush or create new future!

 

We dive deep to the ocean 

And fly high piercing the sky,

Dare devil  to snatch the lightning!

We are reckless, we’are  dazzling, 

Unfettered sparkling Youth!

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# {2}Art of arts .

Let the poetry be pristine 

And untouched by by any 'art'

As itself is the ' art of arts'

Quintessential form of heart!

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Who is there in near future 

To worry about the art of poetry?

In this digital age as AI is ready

To step in the literary garden !

Who will appeal or protect 

In  custody the "art " of poetry? 

If the 'App' in brain produces

Poems of love, loss, laughter 

From the AI    factory ,

To replace  the Eden of literature !

Who cares for Creativity ,

What future for  'Imagination'?...

 Will it be:-

Yes, graveyard is ready,

Coffin is waiting.................

What  epithet will be chosen 

To inscribe the tombstone ?.........

:-" Step softly , dream lies here !"

                   Or,

 " The best is yet to come ! "

Of course that ' epithet'

Has also to be borrowed 

From some frozen cemetery or  factory!

Sipra's Diary: " FIRST ALPHABET"

      

                                           First Alphabet.   [ESSAY-1]words:315

Language is the Oral expression of thought. How it can be retained

  i.e. to reserve as the evidence of the oral expression for the future?

Thought was invisible and very much personal and private.  Some 'thoughts' needed to be public that was  precious and useful for others to know and to  preserve for the future also. Otherwise precious thought will be lost  with the decease of individual or community.

In simple language   'Thought' needed  to  have some 'Form' , some 'appearance' to convey others and also to  save for the future .  

  Idea of Alphabet  appeared from  necessity; as necessity  is the mother of invention! To release the 'abstract' thought into  'concrete ' expression.

Human-being learnt to 'Draw' first to express his thought.  To express time  as day. they drew sun in the sky or night by drawing moon  and stars in the sky . Picture  of a boat  floating on  the river was used to mean that they are making journey on boat.

They learnt to draw picture  billion years ago. The mountain. and caves witnessed the  human skill   as artist .

So alphabet of any language appeared through a process of evolution!

Picture, drawing (better to say sculpture ),was the 'maternity-home' of

alphabet .At the very dawn when human civilization started crawling, he learnt to draw; He learnt to "decode"  thoughts by sketching picture . Among many nations [...like. wall in  pyramid   of primitive Egypt witnesses this  idea; also Chinese, Japanese ,  Korean, language etc,].    the alphabet they use is still  like pictures

In twentieth century some archeologists discovered some picture on the wall of  a cave in the northern Arctic land which was guessed to be of the pre-historic age. The historians noticed several  scattered skeletons  which were supposed to be the skeletons of children of different ages ; but one   was a skeleton of  woman;  near to her side    there were a heap of logs and wood .  And lots of crispy dry leaves, hay spread like (mattress )on the floor .

They discovered an amazing hair-raising  obscured picture on the wall; 

The lines were too  indistinct to observe, even with. special device!

They inferred a story from the bones :  A  mother with her four children was blocked in the cave-in a stormy day while the father went to hunt for the starving children. The snow storm  continued and became severe. To pacify the hungry  impatient children , mother drew a picture of  big wild pig hunted and carried  by their father ;  sitting in front of the hearth  surrounded by hungry children, with logs ready  to cook  she perhaps pretended to console them  with  the  story and picture that food was on the way. Father never reached ; outlet of the cave was blocked with snow ; the children and mother all died of prolonged fasting.  

 Picture revealed  how  harsh was the life of our ancestors!

Sipra's Diary.>>."..MEMOIR , Democracy, literature ...."[. July,2026]

 

     [about Memoir,  Democracy in literature, ….

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Autobiography or Memoir is written on the basis of one’s ability to collect memories, as one needs to retain or mark the past events and images.

We passed through variety of experiences and covering the whole gamut of emotions in life: Joys and sorrows, love and hate, loss and gain.

 I take part in several memoir classes of seniors.  We share our stories with one another in memoir classes. The focus of most seniors highlight the negative side of life: Such as disease(like cancer),death of beloved near and dear one, neglected and tortured childhood, painful delivery of baby or loss of baby, unhappy marriage ending in divorce, victim of rape, racism, survival of holocaust and so on. These are really hard part of life which is too painful to forget. But isn’t life something more?

    Why fun, humor, at least  experience of occasional stupidity that are experienced in everyday life are so rare to  share  with  the readers to make  them laugh? Bright side of life  remain often shadowed in most memoirs. 

Chirle Chaplin once said,” A day without laughter is a day wasted; laughter is the tonic, a relief from pain. “

    Really, life is a tragedy when seen in close up, but become comedy in long shot; So better to view life not through microscope, but telescope. 

Memoir is a kind of psychotherapy. Sad moments loose the edginess through catharsis; it becomes metamorphosis in the process of long gap of time !

    In my perception literature is turning to be feminine in gender; female contribution in poetry, fiction, children’s book, and specially cook books and  memoirs  is greater/ larger than that of  the  counter gender. From the latest trend it seems to me that library and bookstores will be flooded with cook-books and memoir(of the female), except  academic books for the schools and colleges. 

Is it the future of our literature? Is it desirable at all in literary world?

It is global pride for the greater participation of women due to the development of  girls’  education..  But there should be balance in every field.

‘Law of diminishing returns’ in Economics is not desirable in literature at all.

Then what causes this imbalance or discrepancy?

Is it that interest of male is declining   in literature? Or, piles of cookbooks and personal memoirs are occupying/ (invading!) the intellectual field? In the battle of quality Vs quantity, the quantitative progress should be controlled; so that it does not   supercede  Quality.

It doesn’t indicate the uprising of literature.

 

Under the preference and blessing of internet, number of writers are growing  more than that of  readers. In this age of Podcast, Instagram,  spotify etc.  people have neither time nor interest  to read lengthy pieces . 

        Literature is same as the Garden of Eden; Whom to pray to save it from being occupied by weeds and parasites?  To Athena or  to Minerva? or Saraswati  or to surrender  at the alter of AI  or ChatGpt?

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Sipra's Diary: BANKCRUPTSY OF ARISTOCRACY

           

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Bankcruptsy of Aristocracy:  w:148/L:30--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, J.P Morgan, Come out!
 Come out Rockerfellar, Carnegie Melon, 

 Bursting forth your tombs to save your land!

Look, some crimson red stars from your flag

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

The wind from the Atlantic  ocean
Carries the sigh, and cry of the river Hudson; So long
The view of Hudson was shared by the common!
But now the rise of mega-rich boom eclipsed the sun.

        Who is there  now 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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