I see through the lens of a Narrator,
my life a random conversation between thoughts and reality, seeking it's validation .....

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I don't know ,whether l am the sky or there is an overlapping fog which would engulf me some day.........

.... neither I do know the cause nor the way.


Rajanya Chakraborty

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Enrapping my heart you shalt give thy secluded vista to dispel my life in consolence.

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There is no inanimation of the devine tree .The fruit has just undergone it's natural fall or a timely decay.....maybe a sign of new replenishment....yet to ejaculate ,yet to reincarnate into thy topsy- terval revolutions.

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Those vintage years l was dead,of my inertial ignorance,.....
Now l die, of my static knowledge............
......by chance if any....prevailed or prevailing.........into a mere illusion

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The song of the hermaits esctecy ,
The lore of the traveller's trail,
The sonnet of the solitary reaper,
Which defends to dilute at the
upserge of joy or the downpour of eternity itself.....

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In my steady realisation, death is not momentary . It is significant , contineous and repitative. A process of loss ,loss of power and control over our default province (the body) .The day the breadth is sublimated off ,the pre- preparatory phase starts for a coherent sedimentation into a new cloud of consciousness till a rest again....

-Rajanya Chakraborty

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The melted wax has manifested again, to join the broken candle, which has ignited today without the flame of repentance .


-RAJANYA CHAKRABORTY

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You are the melting wax of the stubborn candle and we will reunite again after l perish at my bewildered flame of love.

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The heart which beats outside my body is one and only, music

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