Manly blues

“Pretention or cult”.

Splash of cologne on cheeks,

Mercurial confidence heightened peak,

Scent so fresh exciting a feel,

Remote energy glamorous heal,

Men of spice world shaking,

Swift moves breathtaking,

Mirror reflection all smiles,

Poses do take time,

Performance reserved closed doors,

Unmounted wardrobe piled clothes,

Men do test patience of time,

Boys to men or men still boys,

Not all men do dress to kill,

Regular attire at free will,

Some wear to publicize,

Many more to advertise,

There are men of attraction,

There are men for attraction,

There are men who seek,

There are men like creeps,

Fashion-statements are changeless,

Quite men are still too restless,

Change forces the once fashionable,

At days end he is yet not comfortable,

What is it that we men hide!

For ages that we don’t confide!

Undress off the shiny armour,

None to protect no one to cover,

Born of womb and night we too see,

Desperately cry out for equality,

In melancholy we turned manly blues,

Stamp on ego let all angel’s know!

Niladri

The Executors of Kalyug.

The Executors of Kalyug.

We don’t know them.

Nor they did.

We haven’t seen them.

Nor they did see.

We haven’t felt them yet, we just believe they existed.

That is mythology for some. History, for us. Reality for believers and the Science of the serial competes to complete the all…

Yes, they existed, somewhere in some place. Maybe, in some place else of lesser knowing to us.

 

Yet, undeniably, it is a maybe because fact and fiction of fictional science and common sense, do not go always hand in hand. These sides are two much to consider, too different sides of the same coin called morality of the mortals.

Whether, they knew that they themselves were, is as strange as a figment of architecture as is, to us today!

 

Like we find the artifacts of Mohenjo-Daro and of Harappa.

 

Rest is hence proven, they existed with dignity and respect to fossils and potters -clays or stones!

This entrapment of pre-designed determined detrimental episodes of mega-volcanic actions began as we know of, when the wheels of fire were zillions or more probable light Years away…     

 

The thunder-bolt called time, which in reality is unreal or unjust to consider to state came down with all vigor to Mother

Earth then.

 

When it was, but an unforsaken and unforgiven with an experimental justification of coming into being of Human forsaken forever as an idea which was intellectually and intelligently construed into Man’s mind with great finesse of undivided diplomacy with powers of thought of urgency, will to be accepted and of strength willing or not to be or not to be supported as a consideration of a gamut of potent desires…

The epics have and would continue hereafter, as well, whether, School-scripts of today would become scriptures of days after tomorrow.

 

Purposes are many yet, reason has always been one.

 

This open session ends here…

I find the purpose as power…

Find it out for your own self as, tomorrow will too come.

 

–Niladri Guha

REGENERATION, What a shame?

REGENERATION, What a shame?                

In this part of the Great Indian Sub-Continent lies a Utopian land I have heard of from sources of Mass- . As of…Nothing much though, just a stretch of Mountains with gradual freezing temperatures as, one would proceed into further.

 

As one would visit. It isn’t my experience of this known but, of the great People, who spend their lives discovering for channels such as the  Discovery Channel.

It is utterly to my astonishment or anxiety as in these Men and Women who spend their entire valued Lives in solitude and wilderness, researching as mediums to find some matter say and into what is beyond my basic understanding of their baseless actions according to me.

Is it for money that they come down not to visit it seems but to hunt facts from far off lands… some come from further places that I haven’t heard of existence in the globe too!

 

So, are these people junkies?

 

If so even, why would they come down here?

 

Does not look like a place for arranging parties or even house-parties as, these are the places with conditional houses even.

 

For building a house, construction materials are required and none can party in caves of the mountains.

 

Even, the open is too open an environment to regulate actions of any kind ironically.

 

On one fine vacation I, decided upon visiting such a mountain with the purpose of moving with a friendly group on a trek.

 

My objective here was only to discover as in why Spiritual Leaders of various origins of the World travel on such places and frequent once in a while.

It was beyond my understanding as the sand, sea and a bottle of supposed intoxicant had always been my best friend and elevator on any journey to wilderness.

 

My ego was deeply hurt when the Team to the mountains rejected my profile as being medically unfit to visit the dull place according to me which I had never visited or even wanted to earlier than this time concerned.

 

After, two long years once I was stated ready for my challenge again…I on my journey happened to visit the foothills of the mountains.

Yes, Utopia, had found me through destiny!

Moral of my crap experience is-

 

It is great to use a spoon and a fork to eat Dinner…but, it is always good to be a Roman in Rome! 

Or as the saying goes…

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Niladri Guha

 

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Niladri Guha