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  • I Still Don't Remember

    Once there was this girl,

    I don't remember her name.

    But it doesn't really matter

    Coz, the story stays the same.

  • Praan Khola....

    Dekli toh kemon amder dekha...

    etaai to chilo hathe lekha...

    vule jacchis shei chottobela??????

    shei choudhury bajaar eaar shei mela....

  • I Worship Thee

    The first time I opened my eyes,

    You were there to care for me,

    I haven't said this much often,

    but mom, dad, I worship thee.

  • The Girl In The Orange Dress...

    Sitting there lost in her thoughts,

    With strands of hair kissing her face,

    There's so much more than meets the eye,

    About the girl in the orange dress.

  • Invictus

    Out of the night that covers me,

    Black as the Pit from pole to pole,

    I thank whatever gods may be

    For my unconquerable soul.

Tum Aur Main...

Posted by Avra Sengupta - - 5 comments

Umar bhar ki hai ye jo kahaani tumhari,
Ek aadh panno mein iske, kahin main bhi hoon...
Saath tumhare chahe hoon na khada main,
Parchaiyon mein tumhari, kahin main bhi hoon...

Fursat jo mil paati kisi lamhe ko wo kehta,
Kharcha hai yun, use aaj bhi tujh hi pe..
Laut aane ka vaada, jo waqt kabhi nibhata,
Yaadein banata phir, saath mein tujh hi ke...

Beete hue palon ki bheed mein jo khoya,
Un gumshuda hazaron mein, kahin main bhi hoon...
Muskano se tumhare, bhale lapata hoon
Tanhaiyon mein tumhari, kahin main bhi hoon...

Zamana beet chuka, zamane ki parwah kiye hue,
Phir bhi fiqr mein tumhari, main aaj bhi kyun hoon...
Na manzil hoon tumhara, na hi hoon humsafar,
Phir bhi raah tumhari dekhta, main aaj bhi kyun hoon...
- Avra Sengupta

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Somewhere...

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Can we meet somewhere?
Somewhere outside..
Outside me and you.

Somewhere within all the years we lost,
Or may be within a moment we had.
Where reasons won't be needed,
And reality would be obscure..

Some place without definition,
With blurred boundaries..
Where you wouldn't have ended,
And I would have already begun.

Regrets wouldn't be there as well
Somewhere outside time too
Where I wouldn't be searching for me,
But somehow I would be finding you.

Some place we can always go back..
Some place, where someday,
I wouldn't have to ask..

"Can we meet somewhere?
Somewhere outside..
Outside me and you"
- Avra Sengupta

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The Yellow Lamp Posts

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If you close your eyes and reflect upon the moments that have defined your journey up till this very second. What is it that you remember? Think hard. What stands out? Do you remember the first time you fell from a cycle, or do you remember the first time you were able to ride it on your own. Do you remember the numerous failed interviews, or do you remember the moment you recieved your first paycheck. Is it the moment you lost someone, that stands out, or is it the times that you shared with that person? Does the missed promotion feature in there, or is it the first time you bought something for your mom or dad. Funny, isn't it, how our minds work. The things that bother us and the things we remember. 

About four years back in 2010, I left my home to start on my first job. These four years haven't been a smooth ride, and like everyone else I've had my ups and downs. There have been times when I have felt that I can conquer the world, and there also have been times when I have been without hope. I have been clueless and I have also been determined. At times I have been miserable, while at some been at peace. In these four years I have also changed my residence, quite a few times. But almost every place I have lived in, there has always been one thing in common. A yellow lamp post, out on the street visible from the balcony.

Over these years whenever I have been brought down by something or the other, I have almost always found myself deep in thoughts, standing at the balcony, staring at the yellow lamp post across the street. The streets have changed over the years, and so have the lamp posts, but the routine still remains the same. I am not sure if that helps me somehow, but I end up doing it nonetheless. Today when I try to recollect the numerous times that I have done this, the only things I do remember are the lamp posts. Neither the reasons that kept me awake, nor the apprehensions of those moments, but just the yellow lamp posts.

I wonder, if the reasons really were that important, and if they were, then why don't I remember them at all. Has the gravity of those reasons diminished with time, and if so then why did they seem so significant back then. I don't think I have all the answers with me, and I also don't think that this realization will make me immune, to whatever it is that the years to come will throw at me. There will always be something that is going to bring me back to that balcony, in the dead of the night, but one thing that I know for sure is no matter how bad things are, no matter how hopeless they seem, this time around when I stand there and stare at the yellow lamp post across the street, I will know that things are gonna be fine.

- Avra Sengupta
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