Sunlight and Green Leaves

Readers, a bit of poems again? The second one is from a fellow Bengali Blogger (Blong! as many would say, as they have described yours sincerely in a troll: “typical Bong”…how I hate that word) who has decided to close his blog after such a brilliant coda (I even misread three of his earlier posts thinking that he is married with a baby girl. Hmm, I am seeing possible Ashok Todis everywhere these days) and the first one is from a gentle Sufi poet, a “darvish of the Nimatullahi Sufi order” (ah! I see my fundamentalist Hindu friends seething!) and you know how Sufis and Bauls were hated and persecuted by both Hindu and Muslim rabid fundamentalists because of the formers’ threateningly radical philosophy of love which the blood-and-power-mongers of both rabid orders won’t, did not in history, tolerate. So, obviously, I am lined with them under fire.

I told you in my last post, that I am nostalgic of my earlier lyrical blogself and I hate, really hate the abuses pouring in my blog and my resultant loss of patience. This was a beautiful blog on love, art and literature till the day there was blood on the railtracks.

The first poem is about light and a dissolution of mortal self – fanaa - in the name of love (an economical and more powerful expression of what I attempted here) and the second is a great questioning of the self to transcend the cliched language of the exploration of something so lacking these days: compassion. I will thank both the poets for presenting sunlight and greenleaves in these dark hours of this blog and my city after the brutal death of Rizwanur Rehman and the civil war situation beyond governmental control at Nandigram and Khejuri.

You’re Beautiful!

I broke my vow? I have posted another one when I promised not to until the CBI inquiry concludes? Well, yes and no. No, because this is not a post proper, not an extended writing like I indulge in usually. Yes, because this resurfaces that self of mine which I expressed nocturnally before Sep 23, 2007.

Is this related to the death of Rizwanur Rehman? Might be, might not be… Then what is Priyanka Todi’s portrait doing below? Because she is beautiful! Is there a kind of impression implicit in the song below? If there is… it’s personal, it’s a private self speaking which was the mode of this weblog. If you don’t believe in love, don’t watch this song. If you believe, do watch it and don’t lose your heart. Sorry Srabani! Life’s Elsewhere was always pathetic: pessimist in person and optimist about humanity at large.

Please don’t abuse this page. I am…just being nostalgic about that earlier blogself of mine…when no one abused my pages.