FLOATING THOUGHTS

SEX is a Must for every healthy iving [ unless one is born through Re-incarnation from supra-CONSCIOUS Level)
Yet, i Sexs is not LOVE in true sense . It is Water (Jeevan) , essential ingredients , even to transcend it.
You can not leave the school with out passing through all the classes with success and not by being a 'Drpo- out'.
Yet certain drop outs like STEVE JOB & BILL Gates don't need school. Exceptions are never the 'RULE'.
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MISTAKES are also essential factors for SUCCESS. One who never is ready to commit mistakes, will never succeed in any -thing.
"Failures are the PILLARS of SUCCESS" ___ S. VIVEKANANDA
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THE Logo 'LOVE ' IS NOT A ' TRANSITIVE VERVE ' BUT A SENSORY RESPONSE OF INDIVIDUAL'S INTRINSIC VIBRATION.
IF YOU FEEL ,IN COMPANY OF ANYTHING OR ANY BODY , ---KNOW YO ARE IN LOVE.
LOVE IS NOT AN ACTION BUT A QUANTUM VIBRATION WITHIN . (Planck's Law) and a receptive feeling.

INNER VOICE

No ,--I shall not forget
No ! - I can not forget
who-ever the Leader or if,even,-Gandhi he was
Or , which evever EMPIRE was in the game
For -how can I Forget
How my mother-land BENGAL was teared into TWO
Like JARASANDHA (of Epic -fame) !
and the CUT-SIZE Orphan, Refugee -Boy
is now standing FIRM and shouting hoarse !

Even thety Removed the 'BERLIN-WALL'
and repaired all their WARRING WOUND S !
The guilty Nations are enjoying TIME
while I am the victim of the POLITICAL SHREUDS

No ! SIR,
I now know my GENETIC RIGHT
and do cry out my pentup rage
though, am now ready for the FINAL CALL
OR my DATH that's -- whichever Way
its suits your choice '!
(oct. 7, 2011)

ANTI-MATTER COMPLEX

On repeatation, they say//even the best thing become worn-out or stale
yes, I am tired of -hyper dose of Tagore songs ,/ /these days forcefully fed-morning ,day, evening , mid-night!//The effect?//Like cracked record of ABBASUDDIN //my child -hood days//And now the high-tech Media -dose//or Festival- Contracts of myriad names!//Even between best meals , one need some Fasting respite//and ,-that's impossible , these days//Even the partial-deaf are tossing foe escape//and if can wish://God should not have allowed this EMF -bless//to burst poor Ear-drums , in the name//of MUSICAL ART !

MEMORY 1947

It was a rural -remote village life/was a mere boy,-far away from exciting modern way of living/It was a lush green rural back-drop setting/ happily growing . -without needing anything beyond Nature'gift.

Suddenly a a ightnig STAB/or a severing SWORD/ spraying blood all - beyond/ and I was told / that my Mother-land / was torn off into TWO / and I was 'stamp'-ed -- a REFUGEE BOY/ and despatched to a CITY- LIFE /with nothing other than FATE !

AUTOBIOGRAPHY

Between two World- Wars -Born

Craddled on

Mother-land's fractured bi-sec ted Lap

Grew up through the Cold-War Chill

with repeated threats of Global Nuclear pyre

and promise of Hunger, famine and death

with FRAME OF Reference of ECONOMIC BOON

and Contagious Infective World- of Hatred

and suffocating Ecologic death and what more --

Millions of hungry Cries,

with starving abundance of lives deprived

had been the expanding field awareness

of my UN-certain LIFE

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I am still alive !

(composd on 5/16/2003,De, Usa )

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( Composed ; may 16,2003)