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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Sipra's. diary: "SPIRIT IN SILENCE."

                         Spirit -In-Silencee

            What can be more eloquent than  silence 

            in the vessel of any language ?

            However delicate or complicated, 

           Language is designed merely

           An external apparel or costume of feeling!

           Feeling is too subtle to be exposed

           In any vehicle of language.

           More the feeling goes profound,

           More the speech looses its sound,

           To become dumb but Super-sensitive!

           Like the primitive one of by-gone-days.

           Love, hate, jealousy or fear

           All suppressed, hidden, unspoken words

           Reflect messages either in  eyes

           Or in body gesture,

           Just as do the innocent animals!

   

           In the vessel of language

           Nothing is more eloquent  

           Than  the spirit- in -Silence!

           Deep meditation is always

           In speechless  consciousness!

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Sipra'sDiary: AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF PAMPERED PET ..................

 

 Snowy the Pampered pet .     Sipra Roy. 

 (Autobiography)

My name is Snowy, a German Spitz by birth;

I belonged to Roy family as a puppy of one month;

I heard later from their little daughter that I was 

The most precious birthday-gift and pride in her life!

My memory is sharp to remember my early days.

She called me 'Snowy' as I looked a furry piece of white ice.              *

She recorded my each activity in album as her pride piece!

 I felt sad when she left me to play with her friends, 

So whenever I saw I barked  ferociously to  drive them!

I will narrate my memoir of thirteen years bit by bit:

On my first night I spent with them inside the mosquito net 

Between mother and daughter, as the whole night  

I was sleepless and whining in unfamiliar Environment! 

I was fussy to drink milk unless my little Miss 

Feed me with a dropper taking me on her lap.         

 I enjoyed that pampering!

An ugly kitten used to finish my milk from the bowl, 

Me, the poor puppy(!) lacked courage to attack or to howl. 

The senior madam mocked for that to her daughter,

Who with empathy defended dotingly my sissy nature! 

All these stories I heard only, but not remembered

 Later I grew up as a dare-devil macho to kill seven cats 

Perhaps in revenge and in remembrance of past insult!

My little miss also grew up to go college leaving home. 

I was so lonely and sad! I spent the afternoon in gloom.

I waited for the evening for the master to  come .

Out of affection my revered master brought another puppy 

For my company; it was a 'Golden Retriever, cute and fluffy.

He grew up as wild,  notorious  and jealous of me!  

Madam named her "Bicchu" from the very first day. 

He won easily my master as younger and became his favorite.

Noticing that Madam became more kind and soft to me! 

I was happy to win her support and motherly feeling!

[ Bicchu=. Naughty ; scorpio]

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Sipra's Diary :[ Memoir ]>>HALOWEEN DAY ! /2025

                              First Experience Of Halloween Day 

Halloween Day is celebrated on 31October in  many countries  before the Christmas  eve in  the western world, remembering the dead  including saints, martyrs and all other faithfuls departed.

It is celebrated in different countries based on their  different belief. 

It is believed to have originated from an ancient Celtic festival Samhan wherein people dressed like ghosts and bonfires to keep the real ghosts away.

In the modern  rendition of Halloween  kids wear costumes inspired by popular culture to go for 'Trick or Treat'   around  the neighborhood..Generally the kids get toffee ,cookie, coins etc . in their bucket as "treat" from neighbors. Kids are so happy with  new costume of horror or funny and gifts .

 I first came to know about this fest 1n Austin  in 2001.

I was ready with toffee & cookies. Team after team of children knock my door with "TRICK or TREAT". As the stock of toffee  was not sufficient ,I told my son to buy more at the time of coming back home from office.

I saw a large group of kids entering towards my house .I asked my brother [who came from Canada to visit me,] 

"Raja has not yet reached with toffee packet and only few toffees are left with me .  What to do now?"

Brother : "keep  some 'Quarter -coins' on  separate tray with sweets to offer them ."

I did so .  Some  kids picked up both .I took a photo with a group; because I was a visitor mom only at that time,  a tourist.  

I didn't  know then  that my last phase of life was destined to this land !

My son entered with two big bags  of  Hershey  and  Nestle just as the last but one group left !

Next day I met some American seniors of story Circle in the library.; I  shared my above experience!  After listening ,they suggested as  apology that I should be warned by them to keep the house dark and not to response to the door-bell!...

Some of them  followed  it every year to avoid the kids which  was so disturbing !

I tried to plead  them that that they were wrong to think that I felt disturbed . In fact, I enjoyed the presence of kids fantastically!   

It was like a festival to me ! 

Before that fest I never knew that there were so many children in my neighborhood!  It was my pleasure to see them joyful by offering meagre 'Treat'!......... 

[ *This incident gave me impression that  Senior women  in  America hardly  felt  any  'Isolation'  or  loneliness . 

They are selfish by nature  [! ] or circumstances ? .............I didn't know........ 

Why they were not ready to welcome the children to be joyful anually only for one day ? 

Perhaps  they love to live and stay alone. They love and prefer the facility of getting social security from government !  They feel more convenient as well as comfortable to spend within this governmental   secured  system.  

Isolation  of the seniors in America is utterly a wrong perception for  pretention!   

Mostly the children with costume of Spiderman , Startrek , Drake , Phantom and  enjoy the  fun of the festival;  adding  the country to  become financially  healthier. 

In Scotland and Wales the dying embers of Halloween's fire  survived for long time;  

it was usual to place as many small stones as there were persons around ;  next morning if any of the pebbles displaced,  it was regarded that the person represented would die within twelve months.

Really Spine-chilling!!!!!!!!!

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Title: " Trick or Treat"

 It really happened  once  

 In  the small neighborhood  of Texas.

Richard came to his far -relative grandma

With his New yorker friend Nicholas 

To give  grandma  a treat  of surprise 

by unexpected  sudden visit !

 

Reaching near, Richard noticed the  house dark 

But it was lighted up as soon as the door was knocked;!'

Ever  smiling grandma welcomed ,"Why are you  so late ? 

 [Their faces were hidden by  the  mask  they held.]

"Aren't you ready to give us "treat?," they asked .

"yes , sure" With mysterious smile , she replied; 

Following  up her to the dining  hall 

They noticed  with  pleasant awe !

Arrangement of  what a grand party  

In this house, rarely  he ever saw :

Food flowers,  finest  crockary  and a pumpkin for decor!

Just then Richard heard another  door -bell !

He saw  neighborhood  uncle Mr. Lockwood 

Standing  at the door front; he interrogated:

"I came curiously to enquire who has lighted the house?"

 He asked  hesitatingly ,"how do you get the sad news ?"...

Sadly he  conveyed , "Mrs swift passed away 

Yesterday evening ,Without any suffering ! 

Just after  cremation rituals I'am now coming!"

He handed over the house-key before leaving

To  bewildered Richard  in tension and agony !

No sooner, the  light went off 

Keeping them in the  house in eerie  dark!

Looking back once again to the dark, 

Richard came out with Nicholas.

While  locking the door, grandma's pet  black cat 

Darted inside through door,  declaring "Me-Own !

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Sipra's Diary : [Patriotic Poem] "Bankcruptsy of Aristocracy"

 

Bankcruptsy of Aristocracy: 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
                         Come out!
Come out Rockerfeller, Carnegie Melon, j.P Morgan!
Bursting forth your tombs, to save your land .

Look, some crimson red stars from your flag

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

The wind from the Atlantic ocean,
Carries the sigh of the river Hudson;

So long the view  & beauty of Hudson 

Was shared by both the rich and the common!

But now the high-rise of mega-rich boom eclipsed the sun.

          Now who is there  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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