Colour of lust

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

“A clap with a …

“A clap with a ….

Why the division?

Why the division?

— Niladri Guha

SOLO

“I always like being a face in the crowd.Whenever I have a Mid Summer’s night’s Dream I, find my self alone. The greatest of ideas come into my mind when I am in solitude.Fate is what I create & yet not a firm believer in destiny.I am a believer in self & him whom I now also believe in.Thus I believe in Nature & the Creator.I love all more than myself whether, I am capable of it or not.Someday I would like to be an opportunist but my principles stop me from being that.I love being among younger people & moreover Children.They don’t understand my mind set neither do I theirs.I love God & the part & parcels he gives me each day. I may be very lonely yet proudly proclaim like a Star I, too am Solo”.
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Niladri Guha