The Buddhapriya

Guilt is a strong feeling that anchors you. He neither let you exhale, nor let you inhale air, He burns you inside out. Everyone undergoes guilt, Tell me who didn’t. After all it is a universal feeling. But do you feel the different sensations he produces? Like sudden throbbing, galloping, And then you get drenched with tears. Guilt is a basic feeling. He fasten other secondary feelings with a string And enters into a host. Ask me about the secondary feelings, Regret and repentance I shall answer with. Guilt freezes time and shoots you. He obstructs you to do the things you want, Decision is yours, if you want to give him the power to shoot. Do not let him hold your hands, He will tell you the tales of fantasy. Then he shall throw you to the dungeon of sparkling black pit, Called dream.

The Tridevi is a theory in Hinduism joining a triad of esteemed goddesses either as a feminine version of the Trimurti or as mingle of a masculine Trimurti, depending on the denomination. This triad is typically personified by the Hindu goddesses Saraswati, Lakshmi, and Parvati.  The nine avatars of Durga or Parvati are: Shailaputri, Brahmacharini, Chandraghanta, Kushmanda, Skandamata, Katyayani, Kaalratri, Mahagauri, and Siddhidatri. Altogether known as Navdurga.  Navdurga Devi's mantra—  1. Shailaputri- ह्रीं शिवायै नम:।  2. Brahmacharini- ह्रीं श्री अम्बिकायै नम:।  3. Chandraghanta- ऐं श्रीं शक्तयै नम:।  4. Kushmanda- ऐं ह्री देव्यै नम:।  5. Skandamata- ह्रीं क्लीं स्वमिन्यै नम:।  6. Katyayani- क्लीं श्री त्रिनेत्रायै नम:।  7. Kaalratri - क्लीं ऐं श्री कालिकायै नम:।  8. Mahagauri- श्री क्लीं ह्रीं वरदायै नम:।  9. Siddhidatri - ह्रीं...

The apocalypse is nearing with a catch twenty-two. Powerful than atomic explosion. Being a human, ever thought about getting extinct? If not thought before. Start thinking. The way the mankind has maintained the pace of usage of conventional energy. It is possible to assume the end of human era. Countries with ample number of population leads to a heap of domestic waste. Where we can see plastic, being one of the major life threatening piece. The reason, how plastic is one of the choking element is that, it hinders the process of cultivation, sewage system. At the same time degrades the marine ecosystem. The lives of each and every living creatures are sewed with each other. If one card gets disturbed, all starts falling like the Domino effect. Countries, within which scientists, NGOs and every healthy minds are engaged at work who are in-charge of the environmental problems. Among them we are privileged enough to have the eighteen year old, Swedish activist, Greta Thunber...

Easy roads and street lamps at both the sides of it. The heads of the lamps titled facing each other. The yellow headlights of four-wheelers are reflecting on the drenched surface of the roads. Creating a slight illusion of Tuscany gold coloured sand sprinkled all over the asphalt. Small puddles felt like the pieces of sky. As if landed straight from the heaven. The puddles are mirroring the traits of the sky. Same azure like.

When things will get back to normal again?

চোখে ঘুম, কিন্ত আদৌ ঘুম নেই। এমন কেনো?

আমি তো তোমার শুধু সুখের দিন গুলোতে আছি, দুঃখের দিন গুলিতে তো নেই...

The days were painted into lilacs when acts and scenes were at its place Well structured, disciplined, outlined days. Transforming paleness grows into numbness,  Saturated lights, dims your eyes. Turning the phases all into darkness, Abstract thing comes out when I brain storm. As like the sound waves, Life has crest and trough. From flesh to skeleton till ashes,  You will see you burn.

Watched, 'The Kissing Booth' movie series. There are basically, two full-length Kissing Booth novels: The Kissing Booth, published in 2012; and Going The Distance, published in 2020. Later the films came in. Yes, it might let you cringe, and I'm sorry I made you cringe. People who quote the movie as a sloppy one, might follow up with the navigation bar buttons of the phone and leave the page. It is a movie to watch when you're messed up with your life and trying to figure it out, but can't. It is a grinded combo. The plot will start with a slow pace and it is kinda bumpy road you'll experience. You'll come across your emotion transforming into a chameleon. They're honeyed teen characters, full with lively essence. What are you waiting for? Give it a watch. Go, go, go!!!

Dawn Mid-morning Late morning Early Afternoon Late Afternoon Dusk Crepuscule Night - Dawn Mid-morning Late morning Early Afternoon Late Afternoon Dusk Crepuscule Night  As if my days were like a gloomy song swinging in a swing. Brimming with tangy terror. All of a sudden, sensed a tranquility in my atman. There was the propitious vibrations. I started walking towards them. The waves were as though showing me the lanes through the lanes of reverie. It was bumpy, rough, holed, gnarled, and pitted. All-embracing with stones, muddy puddles, pebbles, thrones, mound of sands, crowed with sharp and honed things. I continued yo chase the vibration. "What was my sin?, Jeez I feel so tired now" screamed she. Inhaled a lung full air, and again ran wherever the vibrations took. Alleys after alley she toiled as a coil. The water inside the spirit was getting deserted. Dawn Mid-morning Late morning Early Afternoon Late Afternoon Dusk Crepuscule Night She kept on running in sear...

Soon getting patched with the poems of the wind. By tearing the winds. I reached, police station.  Where Sir Joseph was sitting with the same piles of files on his desk. I called him, "Sir! Sir! Sir Joseph" but didn't get the reply. I again called him with a slight loud pitch. But he was not responding. I tried calling him a bit louder, but failed. I was now sure, my voice is not reaching him at all. The Universe was an ongoing explosion, and that's where I lived, in an explosion. I didn't know what living is. Now, sometimes atom just get very haunted. That is me. When an explosion explodes hard enough, dust wakes up and thinks about itself. Like the last time I questioned my existence. I began doing it again. There was no choice left. No close beings were left to listen to me, to feel me, to touch me, to sympathize me, and to empathize me. All the existence were numb, and lifeless. I could feel myself talking. I think I am the one who was there to lis...

 Depression looks like just another happy face.

There are two occurrences; either you shrink, or let your surrounding. 

When nothing was and all was doomed, in this starless night. I would hang my heavy heart on the moon. I was walking down the staircase, and stood down the lobby of my apartment. It was gloomy outside. Cloudy enough to rain and thunder again. Big Ben's voice was all that I could hear. Soon, I started my quest. It was none other than the quest to find my daughter, Susan. I placed the FIR yesterday and the officer Sir Joseph told me to return home and rest for few hours. So yesterday I was home under the shower, and then found my bloody apparels lying on the floor. Also, found my footsteps were silent. And now I am on the quest to find my lost daughter. I wanted to know if she was lost or kidnapped. Alive or dead. And what ransom amount they wanted. I put my hands beside, in search of my car keys in the pocket. But I was wearing none. I jumped and started running. I was running in a good speed. My subconscious asked me about how does it feel being so near to the air, as if...

Peacefully opened my eyes. It was a divine feeling. Now the air could pass through me. Even though the ethos around me did not change. But it was like embracing the sanctitude of the self. The feeling was seraphic as I said, yet confusing. I could hear the clock ticking. Before anyone could say knife, I saw my apparels lying drenched with raw and fresh moving blood. Standing naked, which felt light. I took my first step. Realised a excruciating pain on the left side of the chest. The twinge made me crooked. It was the pain of transforming into a heartless being. I started walking towards the door. As my hand approached the door lock. My hand passed the door surface. Standing there motionlessly for some time, I started questioning my existence. Turned my head back, my eyes searched for the apparels. I ran towards them. The voice of my running feet was silent. I could hear the silence within me. I snatched and grabbed the clothes, as if they were any evidence of a crime. But...