Sipra's Diary:( Prompt#) "Single on Feb15" (. Print)poem. Broken Heart,

  Single on February 15?

 How   blessed  are you!  Grand opportunity to  wait for next Feb 14 and   by then   to  sit flower to flower to collect   nectar of joy like butterfly  and  breathe  free until next year  with the thought that you are not captured tricked  by any emotional trap. !.

If you feel neglected and overlooked, then go to a bar  and drink until you are lost in blissful mental state. 

You came out as single on Feb 15......... as winner or looser? 

   If you are not sad for spending Single on February 15', then surely you are a winner in the gambling of love-game ! So celebrate with those who are also like you ;  Celebrate   the day  jointly, marked :

as " bravo! non valentiners" -   with  three cheers. along with  beer! 

'Singles' are like blank cheque for receiving  universal invitation from many other  eager  single-hearts, with  potential  flowery path  of future.

If you are single on Valentine's  Day, your credit card / debit card remain  pristine . ...hmm  ...let the gift shops, gourmet dishes of restaurant,  liquor  from  bar, bouquet of flowers sigh and cry and shower plethora of curses on you : 

              "Damn the  Single  buggar!"

Lastly,  for consolation  mysterious  "hope" is still there in Pandora's box!

      Yes,  hope.......either  flashing  or  flickering ......

Broken Heart  

Starting from the youth to the end of life,

All thirsty hearts wait to be pierced 

With some sugarcoated arrow in the heart .

Life  has no charm without romance; 

It is better to be wounded and ooze, 

Rather than a barren  life  to chose.

Oozing heart caused by failure love 

Inscribes in blood long-lasting  

love - lyric  and melodious music 

That lingers long to  inspire  sensitive spirit.

An arrow piercing the the red heart

Symbolize the vibrant juvenile love  

But random display of  Valentines' cards

Makes the image funny, naive and ridiculous!

But how heart can be broken ?

Is it of glass,  metal, or plastic?

It is a lump: soft and sensitive .

Is the 'broken heart' an utter literary fallacy?

Or a metaphor of intense emotion,

Popularly known as  depression.!

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The theme of the poem focuses on the show-off or the plight of 'True' love: which is  gasping  under the piles of displaying cards;  it   prompted me to compose this poem .

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   I like to post this   "Article"   with   "Broken Heart "  in Facebook and also to Twitter .

Sipra's Diary: POEM> >>Cherishing Winter in Covid-19(. Print)

        Print)   Cherishing Winter in Covid-19.      by  Sipra Roy

  Sitting in front of a fireplace,  how nice  to watch the flakes  of snow;

Sipping a cup of steamy coffee  or  lying slanting on a pillow

Under the cosy  quilt; watching  through the glass -window

The enthusiastic tourists skiing on the  white bed-sheet of snow 

Or  enjoying  the fun of  pandemic-pleasure: work-at-home  !

The haunting memory before covid- 19,  going to  office 

Taking hurdles of subway train , bicycle  or metro   bus!

To walk and confront the  chunk of snow  like obstacle race 

However cautious,  treacherous road becomes merciless 

Camouflaged  crystalized snow often play cruel game  to leg;

Forgetting the  physical  pain ,  quick survey whether any witness

Enjoying   free fun,  out of the crowd or  from  any shop through  the  show-case!

But now the prediction of weather-report of  flurries or snow storm

Keeps  the scenario  of busy days not  so volatile to swing  on the opposite pole !

Mass  psychology  is stable in 'apparent'   unpredicted    catastrophe ;

 In  the winter work- at home   is not bad at all , in  prolonged  pandemic!

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Sipra's Diary: (Title?...."GOOD EARTH "!). Print

         (PRINT)                                Good. Earth:   Sipra Roy

I need to mention a "title" for my  own  convenience of searching later on;  but I just stumbled over it  because I  know  the beginning  idea  only ;  Lots of  ideas are jammed in the traffic ; really not sure who will overtake whom .My typing speed is -001,  and  ideas move almost like the speed of  light  but  vanish  more quickly than that from the mind, from the brain .so...........

I read the novel "Good Earth" of Pearl Buck  at the age of early twenty, almost  in my previous birth from  now.It was mini novel. I was   impressed so vividly  by the  very first chapter of  description  of   preparing tea ,  that almost every morning, ( not only I remember), but  visualize :  how the tea-leaves unfurl in the boiling water of saucepan,    and spread  around  to  hide  /cover   water under the leaves ;the steam with aroma conveyed the message  of warm hospitality  to the other room where the old father-in-law with his friends were  chatting!

  This is what  literature means! Which has the intrinsic power to  flow with the blood of the reader to mesmerize the mind!... Since then perhaps I relish my regular  morning tea  from "GOOD  EARTH""

The plot of the novel was based on China ,in 1940's.

Then I finished the whole  series of Pearl Buck, available from a friend of my husband . I. neither knew the author's name before ,nor I used to read novel in English in India.

  Now, I browse the titles  and also read  the summary of few novels that I get to know in the internet .It is ridiculous to know some fictions awarded as "best-selling" are not even up to the literary standard. I am really curious to know the criteria  of choosing to be awarded!   In business books are of course commercial product ,  But there must be some specific "CRITERIA "  to distinguish    any  creative art  from other commercial   commodity product.  Has intellectualism  of judgement  been cremated or buried deep under the burial ground of commercial yard?

"Creative art" should never be democratized. Plato,Aristotle,Chaucer  Milton , Leonardo  daVinci or Darwin created  epochal,  landmark in human history : only One per two millennium .

 I watch PBS channel while  I take breakfast and I feel sad to notice its deterioration  of standard  in several field  compared  to. the past .

I started writing "Blog "  to practice   "typing." I haven't improved because I didn't practice sincerely ;I take long time to  write few lines.

My goal was to write something profound about cosmology from my Realization of mythology from the standpoint of scientific  view . Thank my 'procrastination' that  saved me  to  publish my research- product which is really profound !  I didn't know.   that "internet" is the open market for the marathon of  plagiarism .

I have valuable collections of datas from my Realization. ; but scattered and disorganized .Those were all in pen and paper . My old diaries and note books were  moved in the garage of Calcutta  when the car was sold before coming in US.   Last time,( 3 years ago) I fixed  a contractor  to repair the door of the garage and clean it. but not to damage  the carton-box containing  notebooks. Before coming back to US  I supervised the garage and paid the contractor . I enquired  the carton-box containing my diaries and notebook ( which  spilled -grey matter from Realization).The contractor scratched his head to remember and replied reluctantly "They were taken by the cleaning man collecting trash .

I should move the box prior to give him key.I was shocked and dumb; It  flashed in me how Isaac Newton  lamented ,"O Pluto, if you know what have you done!"

Pluto was the name of Newton's pet; the poor animal turned over the candle-stand over the bundle of  his whole research papers to burn it into ashes, as it jumped to embrace  its  master out of  joy . 

 I lost my wish and good will on internet.  In the beginning  it was as thrilling as romantic love ;I believe "Google ' as super power ; I composed even some   music  of my own lyric about google .I didn't know long time that there are many competitive  browsers. 

    

     I have been a slow reader now. Lots of books are published every week ;a few are impressive . Themes   of  fictions or novels. are based on typical frame :victim of cancer, rape or holocaust ,drug, smuggling  murder. etc .

  I still love to read.  old  children's books : Cindrella, Little Red Riding hood, Alice in Wonderland , Robinson cruseo,  Mr Jekyll and Hyde,   Treasure Island,  Gulliver's Travels , Oliver Twist etc.  Every week   lots of books including children's. comic books are published but not as impressive as those  old one.  Children  are happy to know and spend time with aliens  or legos !  They  don't like  even to hear family stories from.  their grand -ma or seniors . 

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Sipra's Diary:(Reposted) "Dystopian Future". (Post-Covid 19)......lives matter

                     (  Print)                 Dystopian Future

After more than hundred days of Covid -19, I took an evening walk. Though I was able to take a far-sight view from the high-rise building but to use own  physical limbs on side-walk is different from visual sight. My daughter caught hold my hand in the zebra-crossing in such a way, as if am blind or sick. I felt odd and funny.But her  constant running commentary to caution me was little irritating! I decided to take walk by myself alone is better to keep her free from stress,

It strikes me to see the bright erected placards around the entire Lincoln Center with slogan,"Black lives matter"!I was reading each placard silently like 'mantra'. Suddenly it came to my mind ,'why only black lives!' 

All lives and any life is valuable related to the earth. I agree the inhuman police brutality of murdering a black man is a heinous crime in history;I have doubt about that police as not a normal person by observing the way the way he killed!  Some other stand-in polices (or persons) nearby who witnessed passively without restrictions should also be punished.

The African Americans highlighted the incident in such a degree that even the pandemic of covid-19  became less important issue for certain period of  time.They incited  all  records from the  past history of injustice committed to them to stir the violence

.Of course the motivated politicians await  for opportunity to exploit such situation.One particular incident is deployed and mirrored in multiplicity. They forget that the present is not less true or less important than the past.They have survived the turbulent past with courage and bravery to avail of this golden present ;they enjoy the equal rights and facilities in the land of whites  as much as the whites do.

The Black Americans enjoy the honorable seat and position in all portfolios of administrative, legal and judiciary as senator, as judge in Supreme Court and even as President of the country, the highest administrative post for two Terms   What more is expected?

Can it be possible if it were a land of white supremist? 

The word 'rights 'should always followed by 'duties 'hand in hand in democracy. To maintain the law, order and peace a loyal citizen should not foster the past ghost of apartheid (of color ) in mind, either individually or collectively. There are innumerable instances of brutal deaths in Africa year after year ,but hardly any rebellion voice from the African -American is raised to protest; even  most popular talk-show mogul also remained deaf and dumb.  

But here centering any instance, noises turn from mole to mountain easily for the advantage of elaborate freedom of speech! They are fortunate enough that because once their ancestors came as slaves by destiny, so they are. fortunate to be Americans now by law. It doesn't matter whatever their color  of skin says. The truth is that they all share equal rights with the free (white ) Americans whose parents were not brought as slaves.

It is an unwritten principle of politicians that "divide and Rule". This Principe is a tonic or ambrosia in Democratic states where several parties compete with one another and the campaign or game of leg-pulling stays  constant. They use the colour of skin, or other racial differences as triumph card for the battle of ballot box. A loyal citizen should not allow himself to be puppet of any party. America is a country of different races,  religion and lands. No system is flawless; all roses have thorns. Still compared to any other place in this  planet   the  'unity in diversity' still persists firmly in US.   

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Sipra's Diary: Poem. Tapestry of memory and Memoir (. AGING) Jan 25/22(Print)

 

Seniors seem  to be autumn -plant 

 Even with soft   sentimental touch 

  Fall apart , fragments of memory

   Like   dry but tinted   leaves .

Where  flies the glamour or flavor of life?

If variety is the spice of life 

Why not memory be?

why laughter romance fun

vaporize  through strainer in memoir;

Leaving in arid desert only warm sigh and  tear?

Let sprinkle of laughter and humor

be    added   to  serve  as dessert!

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    Memoir or autobiography is written on the basis of one's    "ABILITY'   to collect  memories ; one need to retain the past  events and images. 

 We passed through variety of experiences and emotions in life; Joys sorrows , love ,  loss  , gain ,laughter , fun festivals bitterness sufferings ,reward , insult and what not : whole gamut of emotions. 

We  the seniors, share our stories with one another in memoir classes  last two years The seniors focus mostly the negative side of life ;Out of ten members elaborately  write and explain about disease.  (mostly cancer), painful delivery of baby or death of beloved near and. dear one ., survival of   holocaust , neglected and troubled   childhood , unhappy marriage ending in   divorce, racism or surviver as  victim of rape  ; I feel   these are  no doubt painful events to forget ;But is n't life something more?

I always think why nobody writes   much about   stupidity   fun and humor  in every day life to make the readers' laugh. instead  of impressing their mind with tragedy ?   

Charlie Chaplin said" A day without laughter is a day wasted;Laughter is the tonic, the relief from pain."

Really,Life is a tragedy when  seen in close up, but become  comedy in long shot ; so   better to look life through  not microscope  but telescope .   Memoir is  a psychotherapy, a catharsis . Even the sad events loose  the edginess  as it becomes metamorphosis  through  the long gap of time ! 

I am noticing last 10/15  years the trend of literature is   turning to  add to  the  heap  of cook-book   storage and personal   memoir/ autobiography .  

Is it the future of  our  literature?

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Sipra's diary : January , the opening month of the year> {"[TIME the Deity]} "

 

January is the opening month of the New year . From school life I remember it as eventful, colorful, starting point.

Childhood was spent in  cold winter  of Bihar but full of fun ,festival and laughter ; shorter day longer night , basking under warmth of cotton quilt with siblings  like cattle, eating fresh  favorite vegetables; celebrating  Netaji's B'day Republic  Day , picnic , circus  and Saraswati Puja  'pithe parob',.. no end of joys.  Still now all these days in calendar   is a  reminder,..a vibration  like seismic wave ,  rings  like fade  echo of past bell  in ear.   

   Color and glamour of all these National days  have lost significance to our children in this foreign land .But why should I lament over the past ? Let me basking on ,' let it be ......

Let Time pat softly, calmly,'let it be ,  let it be '...... 

Sipra's Diary : " ME: " Eden of SMALL WONDER"-- (Memoir) (Printed)

                                            TITLE: Eden of.  SMALL   WONDER by   Sipra Roy

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I picked up a slice from  my childhood memories with   images  of small  wonder.and ecstasy. I grew up in the loving care of joint family with many members  in India. 

We had neither TV nor even radio  in those days. But we were happy with periodical fair, festivals, circus, sports, magic, annual picnic  etc. Family itself was a mini-community with variety shows throughout the day . 

Besides family and friends ,I enjoyed nature closely. The smell of first rain-soaked earth  and  the rare view of rainbow always charmed me.

I was obsessed with the Beauty of the sky ,with the dazzling  sun, twinkling stars, and  wax and wane of  the silvery moon! when I was in grade 2, I learnt  that   the shape of  our earth is like an orange and it rotates  around the Sun ;I imagined that the earth 'rotates" like a ball;  So I wondered then  why  like topsy turvy  the sky didn't come on the ground under our feet?   While traveling by train , it surprised me to notice that the moon also traveling with us ;and the outside trees lamp-posts and all other things were running to our opposite ; was it the same & single moon which  I could see  from everywhere?If it was so, then why my own house or neighborhood  became  invisible  to me when I  went  far  away ? There were such a plethora of wonders to puzzle me !

  Anyway through a serpentine course   of life  now I reached  to older adulthood  in this land, far   away from the land I was born. I met here some other like -minded women of my age with whom I  was bonded together  under the canopy of  DOROT  organization  which served as  an extended family ,  to share  our stories :  through the  journey of life .Though physical vitality  has  declined, still, many of us   are able and eager to embrace philanthropic activities and thereby making life meaningful  by  nurturing the art of creativity : it is same as our  valley of spirituality.!

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