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]

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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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