Sipra's Diary >[PP] Poem : " REGRET"// July ,2026

                         Regret 

 To become  more pure, even gold

Needed to be melted  more !

 Human soul, too, becomes enlightened  

If it is tormented more by emotional fire.

Regret generates from ‘forgive and forget’

We can't forgive until we are tormented,

Lament is self-repentance by inner judgment 

And not by any outer element!.................

 

I regret so many times for failure of not doing,

What I wished to do for some near and dear ones;

They passed away in silence without any grievance.

I can't forgive my lackluster or deliberate  negligence!

I regret for counting  meaningless sentimental thorn;

Which is tiny, still enough power to prick pain!

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Sipra's Diary : @@@Entrapreneur of Planning own Obituary as......." July ,2026

 #( 31)Entrepreneurs of planning own obituary as next career.

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A few weeks ago I saw some mail recommended by Linked-in that stated “to the planning of your own obituary as next career move. 

 

The caption sounded unusual and satiric, rather than ‘macabre’to me.

Life is like a string stretched and hooked to two points named birth and death; multicolored lights of dreams and desires clung to that string; some are as bright as neon while others blink like tuna-bulb; some of which focus and inspire life-force, and some are fused to create a patch of darkness.

 

Thinking about own obituary means how I wish my death should be celebrated; planning to prepare before it actually happens.  There are already plenty of thoughtful benefits in America and all over civilized western European countries such as Medicare, Medicaid, Life Insurance policy, social securities etc.; aren’t these facilities enough assurance for pre-obituary planning?  I think    Persons with a positive outlook always think how to lead life wisely and meaningfully Which is most important. My father-in-law often used to quote "To die is natural, and to live is a wonder." We all know that we will die; still, we aspire for living up to our last breathe.

 

‘ Cowards die many times before death’. Death or loss of life makes us totally free from pain or pleasure. Why one should torture and spoil the present moment on planning for ‘obituary’? 

 

 Who cares ‘life after death ’like the ancient Egyptians? The concept of ‘obituary’ perhaps came from that time on the belief that there was still a subtle ‘life’ after death .I am very much influenced by the idea 

 of  Hindu philosophy that believes death indicates the new beginning of life and not the end of life. we put on new clothes when the old one is torn; likewise when life ceases from the physical body, ,soul changes from the old body to a new one.  In that sense, we are basically immortal.

 

So let death come peacefully; whether silent or slow or sudden. I heard stories that in olden days people who didn’t have children (who bears the responsibility of obituary rituals), they used to perform all the rituals and celebrate their own  obituary during their life-time. In Bengali it is called ”Jiyotkarma (Live-obituary) They did so because they used to believe that without obituary soul could not be free from the bondage of body. 

 

There is a good joke: once a lusty and prodigal man was celebrating a party with friends on a boat-trip; Suddenly Spirit of Death appeared before him and announced, ”I have come to take you. “

 

“[ What a silly proposal!]   Why, at this odd time?”

“Because your time is up!”

 

   He asked in timorous voice, “What do you mean by ‘time is up’?  ‘I did not get any notice!” 

He Got so nervous that the glass of wine dropped from his hand on the floor. 

 

 With trembling voice he tried to convince,-

 

“See, my head,-- not bald ,still enough hair; all my teeth are intact; to convince his youth, he showed the teeth like Colgate Ad; Then coming nearer to  the spirit of Death like a toddler, whispered the man, “see, why all these beautiful women are waiting? Because they enjoy my company ,  Hmm!”

He appealed ' Let not spoil this pleasurable moment ;Come to join us. 
As he turned towards the women his body thudded lifeless on the carpet.
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Sipra's. Diary : @@@ MONOLOGUE>. Why can't I?

      MONOLOGUE

                            
"If happy little bluebird can fly,

O, why, why can't I ?"...........

   I was listening to the music; ... true,  why am I lagging behind the time?
 
Why can't I overcome my shortcoming? Why, why do I fail to keep in pace and rhythm !  If I can't then 

 I  will lag behind the time.   I am suffering for my. incompetence of tech-knowledge. I went library and some senior centre to fulfil the purpose but in. vain. most seniors are interested in  learning only social

 media; Facebook  WhatsApp, photo, music, games ,   movie etc and not more than that; The instructor 

also was in service for the majority. Nobody

had an interest in learning MS words or other things. I wanted to learn thoroughly like a student in

school/college.

I wish some philanthropist to come and teach people like us who are  still eager to learn, to walk

with  the rhythm of time.

In this technology-driven world, people have  to grasp  over technology well .

I love writing.; and I wanted to protect my stuff.  But very often they become vanished.  So  being

frustrated I tried to go back to the traditional land of pen and paper. But the computer  fascinated

me so much in a short period that I lost the old track. In this conflict between computer and pen

and paper, I am confused to decide where should I land my pad-craft to sprinkle  ink and  convert my

thought into script /print?  Under the pressure of this dilemma, my writing spirit began to dwindle.

My brother suggested  me to take a job in the library,  post-Office or  in StarBucks,  since every institution

is digital, It may be helpful for me.

I can try in the library in my neighbourhood. I have to be a volunteer as a computer teacher  for the

Beginner class for a certain period.   Hope I' am able enough to take the "beginners ' class with my

 limited digital knowledge.

 But, Instead of that, why not to try in a publishing house?

             Pioneering ventures into little known waters?

                                                                              "Wading in water,/Wading in water".......

Sipra's diary : " Am I Nobody?"-----[July ,2026]

      AM I NOBODY?    Sipra Roy      LINES   >40

 

When I came to New York as visitor mom,

First time I heard of Emily Dickinson,

As I visited Morgan Museum, where 

Her Birthday was going celebrated by the Museum.

 

I noticed at the main entrance,” Who are You?”

Written in giant letters, welcoming the visitors !

Though I was ignorant of the fact that it was excerpt 

From her verse, I was little confused but greatly hooked.

 

Inside the hall lots of excerpts from poems and poet’s portrait 

Were for display on the wall; my daughter took me upstairs

I noticed there a ‘poetry workshop’ led by an Interne of Harvard 

My daughter registered my name sensing my interest.

I enjoyed the class that sparked me to add  some thought;

“Who are you?  Are you nobody too? Then let us  paired.”

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 (Self ):-

……….How nice to be self-banished

           Under the shadow of Nobody!

 

           The truth is that I crave to be somebody.

           Like everybody does on earth.

           When the eternal ambition of humanity

           Aims to shine  as 'somebody' 

          That  often remains unfulfilled!

            Seeking  shelter  under the umbrella of  

           Familiarity  for comfort and self consolation.

          " Of course grapes are sour," if it is beyond reach!’

           To become somebody is dreary .

           Why?

            As to bear the bug of identity 

            Paired with the crisis that 

            Runs parallel; 

            Chased by social insects,  name,

            Fame ,glories: maladies of modern time!

            Still achieving  dream through these maladies

            Is  the 'paradox' of life  !!

 

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Sipra's Diary:. " Wilds are no more wild "> ]July 2026]

 Wild Are No More Wild 

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      Can you imagine dragon as pet? Yes, I Have eye witnessed it.. People now started loving dragon which was once terrorizing carnivorous animal!

 

Millions and millions of years ago before the arrival of human species, giant dinosaur and dragon reigned the earth.

 

. Through the passage of time, most of them disappeared by nature’s selection; but some scientists think that some of the species are still living.. Through the passage of time and eco-environmental influence the shape and size of their predecessors changed.

I was invited to my son’s friend house in Austin, Tx. I saw a huge empty glass-box in the drawing room that looked like an aquarium. At first sight, I thought all fish in the aquarium  were dead.  Emily the owner of the house made it clear to me that it was the dwelling place of her pet dragon; actually, it was luxurious glass-apartment with two artificial caves and cactus pebbles shells scattered around the glass house.  the dragon was sleeping  inside the cave of the aquarium.; A white cement or( brownish ) coloured creature seemed to be, 4/5 pound by weight.                                                   

“Is it its sleeping time now?”

“No, no, perhaps the heat of the summer makes it tired; it is relaxing the coolness of A.C. “Emily took out the pet in her lap dotingly to give it the comfort of coolness directly.

 

“Wow, what a surprise!”……….Though inwardly I was feeling disgusting and full of irritation!

Like a human baby with head near the shoulder of Emily and clutching the dress on her chest with claws of two fore-legs, by moving its neck  started looking at us with unwelcoming glance  and relactance , but surprisingly not curious!  

 

    I thought with much disgust  ‘what for it is tired! …,…A creature once living on the rough surface of rocks and sand of the earth and praying hard for its food in the jungle and now being treated like a prodigal son of a wealthy man!’

 

But outwardly I asked politely “what does it eat? “

“live cockroaches, worms insects.  It never takes anything dead,” Emily declared quite proudly. As if its food habit is sophisticated!While we were talking, the dragon was taking a tour from lap to lap of the kids and finally to the lap of my daughter-in-law who was giving massage to its back. 

Emily said to me joyfully ” Look , how it loves massage; it loves Karen because it gets massage from her .”

I said, “yes its eyes are half-closed in physical ease.” Karen is a high rated chiro practitioner and this carnivorous is getting ‘free service’!
"Lucky star"! .She handed over it to Emily.

 I noticed its nails are long and sharp enough to pierce our skin like a surgeon’s knife. 

“How old is it?”

“Three and half years”.   “Is it a female?”      

 “No, male.”   “ How do you define its gender”?  Emily pulled one of its hind legs with some white lines that emit some odour which the only fellow female partner gets. 

“How do you know so much about them?  From   the internet or book?”

“The owner of the pet shop supplies all this information to me.

Has it any children?”  “No, I never took him to a pet shop for that purpose.”

 I said to myself ’thank god”! But throw a comment jokingly So you compelled it to forced celibacy”.

Emily informed  “dragons don’t like community living. They began to fight as soon as they meet another one”.

I was watching closely : a combination of little white cement and light brownish in colour; it looks  very clean and as fresh as just  as taken  a shower; two  distinct  ear holes, as big as human;  the bow-shaped  mouth stretched from left to right  nearing  below the ear-hole; two big drowsy eyes with poetic and romantic glances !

Observing my curiosity and interest Emily asked me,” Do you want to take it in lap?”

“yes “. I stretched my arms.

As  Emily made herself free from the clutch of claws, the dragon opened its mouth for yawning and I saw a clear hole like Comodo in its long tongue.  I screamed and jumped back to the wall by instinct;
Noticing its tongue   I asked in panic  ,”does it spit ?”

“Yes, they spit ; but this fellow doesn’t..........

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Sipra's diary : " STAY FAR, STAY SAFE"..............

  Stay safe,   Stay Far from the crowd.

There was spectacular 'Coronation- celebration' of the young prince of Han dynasty after the sudden death of the mighty  emperor.

 The young prince felt  proud  to be the emperor  by luck. After  having coronation he felt his subjects, soldiers  of  defense  were most benign and obliging to his sublimity.

One day he said boastfully to his minister, " I think all subjects of the empire are respectful as well as afraid of me also [as that of my father],   isn't, minister ?" 

Minister replied ,"that should be apparently, me lord! 

but it seems  to me that even the strongest military  males  obey their wives  as they are afraid of them most!" But noticing the displeased facial expression of the emperor the minister suggested ,

-" let us take a test to become  sanguined of yourself , me lord ."

-" That's a good idea.!" the emperor replied.

The young emperor asked the minister to announce in emergency a mammoth gathering of  all people of his land  to be present at 2:pm, next day. He wanted to take them a  test of bravery and  obedience to the throne !

The minster obeyed the order.

 

Next day the people gathered in the court  with  full of apprehension.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       

The Minister announced that the emperor wanted to take a test of  bravery as well as their  "loyalty" to the new emperor  and the land. "Now listen carefully:--

1).Those who obey  the emperor  as 'supreme power' ,they must run towards the Riverside as soon as the bell-ring :

2)...The others , [if there is any !] must  go towards the mountain!

   Remember , it is not a fun as sports but  an Obligatory drudgery.          The winner will be awarded for bravery & loyalty.

Now be ready and stand up in the white- marked line."

With the sound of whistle  the mass started running like school kids and crowded on the river side. 

 

The young emperor with bright smiling face began to pamper his own silky beard !

The  riverside crowd cheered  after coming back with slogan,   

'long live our new king '; 'we love and obey  our  king, etc !' 

Each of them were given  half gold-coin and a metal Dragon-badge.

Minister reported the emperor :  ' I see a single man still standing on the opposite  , near the mountain side  alone .'

The minister handed  over his binocular  to the emperor  for verifying.

The emperor looked through with frowned eyebrows.

The court was calm & quite as the huge crowd left, praising the glory of the emperor. 

The man on the mountainside was summoned by the emperor .

He looked  like a skinny short structured  man.   He began to tremble trimendously  before the throne of emperor . 

The  emperor in rage asked him, 

"Why did you go towards mountain?

Aren't you afraid of me?

The man fell down to the feet of emperor crying ; but  replied  ,

"Pardon me  Lord ! 

Before coming to palace,  my wife warned me, 

"listen! never follow the crowd ; deserted place is always safe  to stay ; 

......As the   river-side was crowded,  So  I went to the opposite  side [mountain side], following  my wife's order!"

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Sipra's diary : Poem> "NOTHING"

  

                         Nothing ! 

       To me nothing means no-thing 

       Non-existent, absence of something.

       But the concept of nothing   has been 

       A matter of philosophical debate from ancient time.

 

       The Hindu Scriptures think it in spiritual color;  

       Which is confusing for us : the commoner!

       ‘Nothingness is the ultimate source of knowledge’!

       Beyond which nothing else remains to be known!

       Isn't it enough fussy to pitch us in confusion? 

       Like Shakespeare's Much Ado about Nothing?

       We are so much possessed by our possessions

       Home, car, credit card, cell phone: the  latest lung! 

       The view seems always vague and abstract 

       But not questionable, unless the great scientist

       Einstein, the Nobel-prize winner also supported

       And became himself a great connoisseur !

       Since then "Nothingness" achieved deeper layer,

       Ignorant or innocent gain now the passport  to shelter 

       Under the same canopy with the philosophers !