Sunday, November 4, 2007

A World Through My White Window


TAGGED!!! For the first time. :) By Virtual Rambler.

About Virtual Rambler....what should I say... it's just a couple of days that i know this rambler... n i just love the way he rambles about anything and evrything. He has tagged me to the "writing meme". thnx Rambler. I am honoured.

Ramler has very low expectations on me about whthr I will do the tag or not. But here I go to keep his expectations alive. I hope you will like it.

Hmmm…. Writing is something which comes very naturally to me. Till date I fail 2 write if something doesn’t creep n crawl in my heart on its own. And I also hate editing my writtings (may be I am too lazy to do so :P ). so guys n gals get ready for a basket(a big one) full of spelling..grammtical ...and god knows what kinda mistakes ;)

My first love is no doubt Poetry. I think I can do somewhat justice to my free flowing emotions of verses but when it comes to prose writing….i am not sure of my ability. (but i think i must post my prosses also...after all they are mine only...n i love thm 2...so y do the partiality with it...!)

Writing has always been an integral part of my life since my childhood days. But blogging started all of a sudden. A lot many times I was forced by my dear frenz to start a blog (they have too much belief of my writing skills...n i think i hvnt let thm down) but I didn’t agree to them at that time at all.

Then why the hell I am here now…???

I know many of my blogger frenz are here because of their love for writing…or to kill time…or just to break loose themselves from the memory of someone. (A hell lot of other reasons must be there.)


But these reasons are not applicable for me.


Yes, I do love writing…but blogging is not an outcome of my love for writing.


I do want to kill my time…But not by blogging (my diary is much more convenient for this work…n oh I love painting on pepal leaf)


Then… do I blog to break myself loose from someone’s sorrowful memories??? …. Believe me my dear frenz…this is not a reason at all…though the memories have contributed a lot in it.


I never started blogging to keep myself away from someone’s memories… but to keep those memories intact to my heart…my soul…my life. As a result I decided to unfold some special parts of my soul through my li’l white window.
Honestly I want to keep that “someone’s” beautiful yet sorrowful or sorrowful yet beautiful memories alive for ever and believe me blogging has no doubt helped me to do so ( else m sure those would have become dull...boring…n have faded away by now…afterall time has got so much power in its hands.)

Basically I write in Bengali but sometime I do pen down my itsy-bitsy thoughts in Hindi and English too. Currently I am maintaining two blogs. “Moner Janala Dhore” in Bengali and “White Window” in English.
“Moner Janala Dhore” means “Striaght from the Window of My Heart”.


Now arrises another big question, why only “window” and not some other title?

Am I obssessed with a window? ... Many a times I have asked the same question to myself again n again (my frenz also ask me d same question often). And whenever I have given a deep thought; the answer that always comes out is a big “NO”. No I am not obssessed with a window. I am not fanatic about anything. But I am simply in love with a window.

Is it because I am not free and through this li’l window only I have chosen to get atleast a glimpse of freedom???
Not really. I’ve got the full freedom to do anything keeping in mind the consequences ( …have to follow my parents guidelines afterall )

Then what is this “white window” n why I am in love with it…???
Hmmm…actually it’s nothing but just a slice of my silly heart…a reflection of my soul…a shadow of my hidden self.
It’s a medium to connect with my own self. It is to see the sky outside…the birds…the bees…the flowers…leaves …dusk…dawn…moon…sun... all my frenz…and anything and everything that my eyes...my heart…my soul…want to explore.
I just love it when my teachers turn me out of the class just because many a times I keep staring out of the window without bothering what they are teaching.
I love to wake up in the midnight ...just to stand by my window to stare at the black sky.
I love it when the beautiful sun graces my sleepy face in the morning with its majestic rays.
I love evrything abt it …to conclude I am simply in love with my li’l window. Afterall it gives voice to my soul’s murmurs…wings to my imaginations….n a roller-coaster ride to my wild but innocent fantacies.

And look what a life here!….wowwwww!!!….memories have turned to be so sweet and so adorable. And see the plus point of blogging… I hv gained so many beautiful frenz here. Each and evry body is a priceless gem. Oh!…how rich I have become… Just a few months of blogging…and my basket is full of beautiful hearts. Do I need anything else… Nahhhhhhhhh….I'hv got more than enough…much…much…much more than what I’hv expected. Thnx blogspot.com…thnx…my li’l window….thnx all my frenz…I can never afford to loose u guys ever. U all have made my life so much more beautiful…. You guys simply rock…!!! …may god bless u all.


So here I will end the meme with:


Oh my sweet li’l window.
Alwys remain wide open
Through you I see a world
Which never existed before.
You are
my friend …my strength …my hope.
A pure reflection of my soul
You are such a shadow of mine
Which is purely eternal.
I don’t want to keep myself
Hidden from d world any more.
Through you I want to explore
The world and my soul.
And the connection in between the two.



Oh!!! now it's my turn to tag! ...hmmm...ok i will tag :


Sameera: she is the kohinoor of my collection. these days she is busy. she may not get the time to do the tag. but sammy dear..do it whenever u get the time. :)


Priya: wowwww wat a poetic soul she is. just visit her journal once. m sure you will fall in love with her poems.


Vikas: again a soulful poet. he is the owner of beautiful blog.


little writter : an honest critique of my writtings. n a genious when it comes to writting poetry.


Pixiedust: a far away friend from seven-seas. a great story teller.



~~~preetilata~~~

copyright © 2007 preetilatasarkar

Wednesday, October 31, 2007

A Small Token of Love


Only two months old
Is my li’l “White Window”.
It is my friend, my strength, my shadow,
Reflection of my soul,
A collection of my
Sorrows, dreams n hopes.

My “White Window” is wide open
& through this window
I have gained
A lot many beautiful frenz.

Each n every one has accepted me
With open hearts n warm hugs.
& coz of their love n wishes
I am continuosly rising from the rugs.

“Thnx & lots of love n wishes 4 all my frenz who have alwys inspired me to do better. Your encauraging comments hv alwys inspired me to write straight from my heart”
~~~~~~***~~~~~~

Here I want to mention a spcl name.
With whom I’ve developed a bond
Which is beyond my ability
To explain in mere words.

It’s Just a few days that we know each other
But from the very first day itself
We share our colors, tears n dreams together.

Is it just a coincident???
No it can’t be.

Any guesses about who she is..?

Yes, it is you Sameera!
Yes you “
The Haven’s Angel”.
Not because you have bestowed
The “Candlied Apple” award to me.
But because of the limitless
Love, care n strength
You have showred on me.

With you I share a special bond
& am thankful that you understnd it
From the depth of your beautiful heart.
~~~~~~***~~~~~~

Frenz…
I wanted to explain all this in
Much more details.
But then I realized
Relationships are better
Never explained.
Because no matter how hard we try
We can never understand
Why “FEELINGS” always
Wins the race and
Tops the chart.

“The best most beautiful thing in this world can’t be seen or even touched or explained. They must be felt with the heart.”

~~~~~***~~~~~


THNX SAMEERA :)

~~~preetilata~~~
copyright © 2007 preetilatasarkar

Sunday, October 28, 2007

SMILE




How jolly I am.
How happy I am
People are jealous of me
Because I always smile.
My smile is my asset,
My smile is my strength,
Now a days it has become my identity.

There’s always a twinkle in my eyes.
And a radiant glow on my face.
Because I smile a smile
Which is not fake.
I only smile…n smile…n smile.
My smile is something
Which comes from deep within my heart
And never leaves my face.

My smile is so true.
My smile is so pure.
My smile is so sweet.
My smile is so innocent.
My smile is so dear to me
Because
In the garb of my smile
I hide all my pain and suffering
To face the world
With my head held high.




~~~preetilata~~~

copyright © 2007 preetilatasarkar

Tuesday, October 2, 2007

Faces



At the end of the day
When the sky is all black,
When the pin-drop-silence
Engulfs the earth,
When the moon is all tired-up,
And the stars don’t want to
Twinkle any more.
I close my eyes, and I see faces.
Faces I have known, faces unknown.
Faces I love, faces I don’t care about.
Faces no longer in my life,
Faces who are intrinsic parts of it.
Faces whom I have never seen,
Faces whom I will never meet again.
Faces, faces, and only faces,
I see all kind of them.
A sense of gratitude fills my heart
Whenever I see them all.

Am thankful to god
For having known them,
No matter how, why, and when.
And I don’t regret
A SINGLE ONE.




~~~preetilata~~~

copyright © 2007 preetilatasarkar

Monday, September 17, 2007

My Audible Colours !!!



Honey,
Can you hear the
colours of my life?
Yes! They are audible.
Listen to them once dear,
Listen to them once.

My
blue is calling you.
It’s full of sorrows.
It wants to fall down as tears.
So it wants you
To be near.
Please be there honey
Please be there.

My angry soul is
red.
It has seen you on the bridge
With that brunette.
And please don’t tell me
That she is your friend
And you were discussing on
Something called urgent.

Oh! Dear!
My happy soul is
green.
On you I want to lean.
I want to hug u tight
Please come and hold me again.

My heart is shouting
yellow
It’s singing a song
Full of mellow.
Come and hold my hand
And let us cross the river.

Ah! Don’t be afraid
It’s not at all deep.
Come on Hun!
Letz go there
To the other side of the river
To touch the gigling
rainbow
And to smell the smiling flowers.

Oh! There’s a swing
pink in colour.
And a concreate bench
With
greyish tint.

Come on, Shona!
Let’s go to that
VIBGYOR world
And listen to the
Audible colours of our heart.


~~~preetilata~~~
copyright © 2007 preetilatasarkar