And finally the rains,
Come down and wash away all tears... you said well, wish it did...
Monday 2 July 2012
Come down and wash away...
And finally the rains,
Come down and wash away all tears... you said well, wish it did...
Seasons...
'Rays of hope' they say,
and I see some brushes coming through the trees and paint the Earth,
...and we name seasons.
My Kolkata, My heaven...
May be... that Kolkata still must run long before she claims a place in the cirlce of the finest cities on the planet,
and worse is, today someone may justly feel that 'life on the streets of Kolkata can be an assault to the senses for someone unaccustomed'...
Still, it was, it is and it will be tomorrow... a heaven of a sworn Kolkatan.
But it's now time to change the 'assault' into a kiss to the senses of... them who live beyond the cozy sentiments of this city, miles away,
...and them who fantasize to be an erudite critic of Kolkata, yet find it hard to make way out of their self-declared hell, sincerely maintaining weekly bargain with some sticky belongings in a place they never call 'home' but are willingly glued to!
...and them who are trying hard, against all poking emotions, to stay beyond it, yet they call it 'home' and may keep shy wishes to be home forever... someday!
Hey Kolkata... come, it's time, we should finalise our schedules now,
...especially for them who love Kolkata deeply, but would love to see it more lovable, them who either still staying in Kolkata with effective hopes or anywhere beyond Kolkata with dumb hopes.
Yes this city loves them too, though, conveyance is too shy! ...and that must change now... Let's promise.
Sunday 1 July 2012
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