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" Till the day, we find the 8^th color of the rainbow, we would perhaps never know what eludes us.”

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A Nocturnal Revelation- II

One by one my silhouetted dreams refuse to open up their wings, when the cynical night paints me all dark in the shades of gory silence. In the stillness of quietude the wailing of my dreams are guffawed by each falling sand from the hands of eternity. The night refuses to pass until my heart turns to a place where I can holocaust all my dreams and wishes.

No it does not hurt anymore and neither do my dreams thrive to live on. Each new dream that my eyes see in the broad day light is fated to die this way every night, still each new dream takes birth in my eyes ignorant of this horrific fate. 

Thousands of dreams I holocaust every night at the feet of my destiny. Will being blind save my dreams? Will bereavement turn me into a lesser sinner?

Oh night! I hate you night!

You have made me a Nazi of my own dreams under the covers of this cobwebbed audible silence.

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A scratch on my lens

" Once I bloomed, to be with you.

Today I am an elapsed reminiscence.

Day by day, I am fading away.

Into the oblivion

Far from you

Forever... Forever! "

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i clicked these pics quite some time back. would love to read your "take" on the pics.

thanks a lot for all your beautiful and interesting inferences on my previous poem.

A Nocturnal Revelation

It wasn’t a dark and stormy night but quite the opposite actually. This night seemed different from all other nights that this pair of eyes has ever seen. The clouds on the sky were a few in numbers, and were frolicking unabashedly with the moon. This spectacle was heightened with the rustling of leaves in a measured cadence, when the wind blew past gently. The murmur of the leaves was the only occasion that somehow betrayed the otherwise revelry of the night.

The silent playfulness of this night formed an unusual sighting- it seemed to be a fitting prelude for something ominous on the way. Something that could devastate the mysterious way of this night. Perhaps a storm is brewing somewhere nearby, which is about to spillover at this silent, mysterious night. Then the night, I fear would never be the same. Once the whirlwind that waits on the verge is unleashed, this night would be unlike any other night. So very different. So very more mysterious. And with the change in the spectacle, I fear a spectre could transpire.

I remained there stranded, waiting.

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Sitara !

“You are my Star but the day you will understand this I will be a Star forever” these were the last words of Sitara before they parted never to meet again.

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**Image Source:Flicker

Where are you tonight?

A small corner of my heart is feeling empty tonight. Nothing in this world can fill this void except some long heard distant voice of an unknown bird. A bird that I have never seen and will never see… but the songs it sang a long time back will forever ring in my heart and mind, and this void will keep on echoing them forever.

Oh! Lost bird! Can you listen to my heart-beats? For a change it is singing for you tonight. Here I dedicate one line from one of my favorite songs to you:

"Remember, I will still be here,

As long as you hold me, in your memory,

Remember me."

I want to sing it for you the whole night. Crossing the mountains my voice will reach you. I know you will listen to it from wherever you are.

But for a change I want to sleep tonight.

But oh! Sweet! Sleep! Where are you tonight?

Just A Scribble.

When dreams shatter, the heart bleeds.
But new flower blooms after every crushing
And spreads the fragrance everywhere.

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Just A Scribble.

" My existence has got a meaning.
Circumstances can never throw me away.
I am born to win the battle
Against all the pain and sufferings. "

copyright © 2007 preetilatasarkar

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As my exams are just a stone throw away so I decided not to blog before my exams are over. But see… I am blogging at 3:30 in the morning…!!! Oh! God! Please help me to resist the temptation called blogging! [but after this post…OkZ God! ;) ]
Few months back I clicked this pic at “Garden Of Five Senses, New Delhi”. At this moment when I have nothing else to post I thought of sharing this pic along with a four line self-written scribble with all of you. I just love this pic and hope you all will love it too.
Okz! Frenz!… lemme logout before my maa gives me a good scolding!!!

C u aftr my xms.
Tk cr n Happy Blogging:) :) :)