Sipra's Diary : Elegy of 31st December....[posted on 12-30-2025]

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  Elegy of 31st December [  2025 ]...        [Written &annexed  with the "OLD  one"on 2025, 30th December ]

YOU  !

You come again and again 

At the end of  Each Year.

To remind us 

That Life is  eternally  new 

And New !

So let us celebrate !

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****I  Posted the OLD POEM to share with new  readers!  

Wish you all  

HAPPY prosperous NEW Year....2026 !

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Dec31/2024

31 of Dec/2024.

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 Oh 31^st December,

At the fag end of the year

Amidst the light, music, crowd and cracker 

How do you feel the kick of the Newyear

At chilled midnight?

I hear a howling outcry

Piercing the feeble melancholy

That lost in the orgies and cacophony,

"Forget me not, forget me not,’...

New year comes  and Old year  leaves

But please leave a sigh and a drop from eye

For me!"   

Wrapped in silent languishment 

Do you wait with one more stone

for the grave, to welcome the next 31^St?.....

Or, wish to join in the team of 

Mourning concert of all 

Past 31^st Decembers together?

But there is nothing to mourn,

As in the cemetery of Time

All past present and future 

Stand in the same pedestal,

Keep running with the eternal flow.

New year comes and old year goes!

N.B.

I got the idea of this poem from my personal diary which was written more than twenty years back; lt was in prosaic order and in my own language, Bengali. 

It  was a night when  2000AD, the new millennium was just approaching   with  a mixture of daunting apprehension  and overwhelming vigor. I was alone in  newly purchased apartment [that my husband purchased ],in a completely unfamiliar new neighborhood. As soon the  clock declared 12 ) 0'clock, I heard from my  'tight-closed apartment'  the bursting of crackers along with music and cheering voices of people from all around ; out of curiosity I opened the door and came out in the balcony  to look down the lane.

 

Wow! The narrow lane down was festooned with balloons and decorated  t  with multi-colored lights like roof over the lane in a  design  which resembled  spider's net. I peered the  view of joyful kids with glittering party hats on their heads and whistles and enjoying icecream  (defying the chilly weather of the December! ),the giggling  parents, young men and women were having funs and snacks from the adjacent food-stall. The lane looked like an empire of Arabian Nights described in the fable.   For the last two years ,   there was so much speculation  and rumor   about the fate of  COMPUTER  in  the new  millennium  which might hit the cosmos with chaos and calamity. But the present scenario left no such trace in any face. Forgetting  all about calamity, people were eager to embrace the new millennium   warmly.   

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                                                             December 26th, 2020

2020 is a landmark of this millennium. Though each December  reminds me this poem and to renew it ,but I would like to add something; as 2020 manifests  itself with special  feature different from other years of this millennium.

                             

                                          Like every year December 31 is coming near

                                          Knocking me to post and share with others            

                                         Though we passed the jingle bell of Christmas

                                         And sight of all festivals of lights in dampened hearts;

                                         As the pandemic still hangs in precarious future!

                                         Still  this December31,2020,  also  be  pitched in sepulture!

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31 of Dec/2024.

 Like every dawn or dusk,   arrival of the New & parting of the Old,    always appeal me with some mixed  emotions :   Memory of parting  year seemed more than the enthusiasm of the new.   

I kept my TV on,  but  mostly muted .  People  with  umbrella including the news reader ,  were  dancing , whistling  with music &rejoicing  crazily in top  mood.  It was raining  in cats & dogs  accompanied by strong  wind. .....  But it failed to dampen the "mood" of the. people.       

...Looking outside through the window glass , it flashed in mind ,'Is  Dec 31 weeping in 

sorrow?...........Though every country  has its' own new  year scheduled  in different  time  , 

January 1st  is   universally regarded   as the New Year .

I remember my school days ;  X-mas holidays were most  favorite time to me   Throughout my

 school-life  Dec 22 nd.  was the day of  result out  of  the annual exam i.e. promoted to new class & 

the school was closed ; it reopened on  2nd January.   

We  waited  to  participate & enjoy Picnic,  sports, fair , circus ,  along with the  delicious cakes of 

Christmas and No study until the new class  started! Gorgeous Gala days of  freedom and   joy for us!

 Neighborhood senior women  busy in taking chat with  knitting woolen sweater  under the sun 

outside the  houses .  The   kids  playing    around nearby!   Though  summer vacation  was  longer 

 but  we have to stay inside  the  closed-door room as the sun was not friendly in tropical country of 

India.   Moreover we  had the pressure of school "home work "!We had to study. There was half-

yearly  test  after the summer vacation.

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N.B.

               I could not post it on the day as my computer declared "strike "........

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Sipra's Diary: New Wave Of Religion: Religion Of Love

 

New wave of religion in 21st century:Religion of Love.

The end of 21st century will be marked with a great tsunami of Religious revolution which will come   as deluge  like  Noah,s Ark mentioned in the Bible. 
     This new religion will  come with   tremendous luminosity,  cracking  down the shell of all racial and cultural rituals which are narrow, orthodox and discriminative ,will be wiped away.;and  the essence will be full of vibrant  spirituality,i.e .pure consciousness.

Through the amalgamation of multiple religions, Human race will come once again under the umbrella of One Religion, churning the ocean  of love .

 Surprisingly, a liberal   modern young generation  from all sects is  heading towards that mission.
  Either terrorism will dissolve in the elixir of the new religion of love or They  themselves will be cause of their own tragic destruction by quarreling and killing among themselves.

That will be the beginning of Golden New Era.

I believe, "deluge","Noah's Ark", are all  used as metaphors with some deeper meaning.

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Sipra's Diary : ( 1). HIDDEN POWER. ( 2)DAY & NIGHT. [ Inspirational. ]

 

         Hidden Power   W=32 //L-1o


         We are dormant as kids   

        Just as  clasps-in-buds,
  

        But  lie  within us 

        Immense power and promise,

        
Waiting to burst  in the future !

      

        As soon  as we wish 
 

        To open our fists,

        To empower and exhibit; 

        Instantly dazzle the hiding  stars       

        Bewildering the universe ! 

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         Day And Night     W=59//L=10
Each 

 

       
Illuminating the horizon in the west,


         Before the sun sets

       Consoles the earth to come back 


        With blessings for a new day!

 

       We must accept both sorrows, joys 


        As inseparable part of life, 

       
Following the rules of day and night.


        Bringing peace and prosperity

       Creating smile and cheer in others.

       Own life becomes far richer .

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I composed the poem "HIDDEN POWER"  perhaps more than one year and but  not finding  it now I composed as far was I remember; but   Suddenly I found it ; I think the older one is better .So I  post it n the FB to share with those whoever  like.

Thank you readers!

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              As kids we're clasped in-buds,

              Mystery of our potentials 

               Inherent within us,

               Wait  for time to burst

               As we unfurled our palms.

               The hidden power like stars

                Will spark miraculous

               To mesmerize the universe,

               We are the future pioneers.

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Sipra's Poem: Poem> "New York."

 

                ANCIENT MARINER  AND  NEW  YORK  

               Metropolis! you  always remind me 

         'Ancient Mariner' sailing on the sea---

        Once wailed,'water, water everywhere,

        Not a drop to drink!

 

        Here also waves of people over people

        But all are a nameless mass of crowd.

        Not a single heart to beat for you

        Nor an eager ear to hear you,

        Nor a thirsty eye looking for you!

 

        Metropolis! yet we all love you.

 

       What aptitude have you to magnet 

       This vast crowd to keep enchanted ?

       It must be something more than the mere

       Stakeholders to attract  fame, fortune, money

       Or dream ; or to change the destiny!

 

      Though the city of light never closes its eyes

      Still-- you are alone, a lonely soul,

      But you are awesome and adorable.

      Stand as divinely indifferent!

      You can be affected by neither love nor hate 

      You move cumbrously beneath the dazzling light .

      Metropolis ,what is your I.D?

     Are you only care-giver, not parent to any one?

     Who of the vast mass come out of your womb?

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

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It is one of my favorite poem.  I recited it many places .

The poem itself turned to be a 'metaphor' to me at the end-point.

As a newcomer, I often used to think of myself as lonely as an 'Ancient Mariner".in this unfamiliar city of New York with its vastness. 

   Many a sleepless night looking through my window at 

midnight outside the high-rise buildings with multiple windows (like eyes )with blinking lights  seem to  me conveying  some speechless message  in darkness that touches not only to me but also, both the gross and subtle spirit that metropolis bears. 

I asked myself, little bewildered, Who is the ancient mariner?...Me?

Or the Metropolis itself? 

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Sipra's Diary:"SECRET ENEMY">> [From "Eyes Are Notorious]"

                       Secret Enemy  (  Poem)

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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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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'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 : Excerpt From My Fiction [-Covid-19]-------------

 

                 (part-3)     Post-Pandemic

.W= (1,732).       (4 -Characters  :Jolina,Wendy, Linda,   [Miranda].

The three corporate women of a renowned Invest bank  were discussing among themselves in conference call [like the other group of their colleagues]  about the same topic: awakening up from pandemic hibernation  after  18 months . 

Wendy: " Hey Jolina, what's up?

 I expected call from you since I have heard that we have  to be    physically present to our work place from July; it is the last week of June and surprisingly no reaction from you!"

 Jolina: "Yes, I am mentally  preparing myself to restart ; but  this  pandemic  period kept me busy to settle  a big   family problem which I haven't  yet  shared with you."

Wendy :"family problem? Nothing new ; like tooth brings tooth problem so where there is family ,there is problem. ....

."Absense"  of problem  in family is actually  a real problem !"

Wendy laughed in her own humor.

Jolina: " It's not a joke, Wendy!"

 

Wendy was touched by the serious voice. 

"I am sorry! Tell me what happened? How can I help you?"

Jolina :  "Nobody can help now;  ... you know Jacob went  Germany  six months ago  to his grandma  following after  a nasty quarrel  between us.  

Marital quarrel is not anything new; but he has filed a divorce case against  me in  New York court ; I received mail from the court.   I have no intention to surrender to a shameless creature like him, [..as you all know] though  I was not  mentally prepared  for taking  divorce   right at this moment. 

My twin children have just taken admission in college They are now at home; they will go to hostel from  September.  So I was overwhelmed under the thought  how to manage three different matters simultaneously : leaving my children to hostel, restarting the office and lastly,  'finalizing divorce' in the court!

 I get no moral support from my Jewish parent. It was my fault that I kept his extra-marital relationship  secret to them [...about his story of scandal with his lady assistant…],  to  save   my own prestige.

... They assume me as guilty; they think I should have more tolerance and capability to adjust.

This is really  annoying !"

Linda was listening silently so long. Breaking silence she consoled Jolina by suggesting ,

" I think  job is the most important issue for you right now. You need to go only two or three days in the office and the rest of the days  'working  from home';  nice option! 

You will be free from cooking and other responsibility of children from September as they are going to hostel. These teen agers are little monsters; always too  hungry to satisfy their appetite !

[ ...And what's the necessity of a husband for a middle-aged  corporate  woman, umm?]

..I think  this is the best time to take divorce. You have had a golden opportunity at right time. 

Let us plan how to celebrate your 'divorce' pompously' after  getting the  vaccine!  

O.k.  Cheer up, baby! " 

Then she cleared her throat by coughing and continued in lower voice,"If you still feel  lonely  or um,.. tickling , I can give you a link of a set of  top-notch 'quasi-husband-partner' who are different from 'tinder love' or 'just for lunch 'etc! All of them are not mere bed-bugs. 

A lot of them are intellectuals like renowned lawyers, politicians, doctors, bankers, hedge fund-owners , journalists, corporate CEOs. They want  to  spend quality-time, a companionship from opposite sex from  like-minded people ; Most of these  upper class middle aged people suffered from stress, loneliness and different type of psychological maladies. So they seek momentary relief and joy which is not confined strictly to physical pleasure....and even if t is demanded  as Bonus, I don't find any fault!

There was so much enthusiasm in Linda's voice that Jolina  felt  boosting up and light at heart .

  Jolina:- " Hey Linda, you can start  'counseling' as your side business." 

Linda: Many of my friends suggested the same before you do !

...Hmm, so after the successful divorce , don't deprive me  to have  my  counseling fees , ok?"

Wendy  was a patient listener so far ; now jumped upon to join  the conversation: 

" Hey Linda, why have you never mentioned about this high-profile set of male partners  to me? Do you know I am a tan-virgin at late thirties, a rare specimen in New York! The juniors in my office discussed about me in my back as 'lesbians',  as they saw me always surrounded by women; I heard the rumour….

 But the fact is I just hate same-sex relationship. I would've guillotined all the LGBTs if I had the power of a dictator like Hitler and then  happily become a martyr. I adore Trump for he had  also  contempt  for LGBT like me!

...My feature and figure both resemble very much masculine, having microscopic view of feminine curve! Moreover all my close friends are women! I changed my boy-cut hairstyle to feather-cut- longer hair and now I should start  moving with male partners to wipe out the nasty stain as lesbian : the perverted perception of people.

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