Posts Tagged ‘Silence’

There are some doors that fail to answer our questions and there are some that quite easily give away all the answers without much asking. I have made an agreement with certain doors of my life that have chosen to remain silent. I guess that’s the best way! There is no point in knocking away when there is no one who will answer or let you in.

Much like such doors and incidents and happenings in life that need not be given much importance. Let go! We must let go! Doing this will let us keep afloat in all the harsh rush of life.

Then again when one fine day certain doors start calling you out, try to see through them as to what actually is needed from you. There is nothing beyond give and take in life. People or places that you come across which does not demand much of you are the ones to stay and do you all the good… Hold on to them!DSC02690


The last few days seemed like an era, and the era has seemingly come to an end. I always thought and believed that the ones who leave us or we choose to leave behind never come back and even if they do they never stay back only to leave us empty yet again, like they always do, once their unknown purpose is served. Till the time comes when I figure out that why is there that one person in my life who comes back every now and then only to leave me in the midst of nowhere after doing all that is done, I will have to cover myself up in the blanket of blankness that surrounds me….

black_holeThe only thing that I have realized this time, is that the fact that my friend is in similar mortal pain that I am in because there is no other way to explain the indefinite break and silence that has been chosen…

A true blanket of blankness can be caused by severe pain, a grinding numbness that throws you off the course and you have no cards in your hand to play your daily moves…. – You become a walking dead! Probably this is required every now and then for 7s (in terms of numerology) like us to understand and value life’s depths and intensities on order to let go of it all! I say 7 because sadly we are the ones who feel, observe, see, assess, analyse, take the onus and understand life’s mysteries like no other number. This is the reason why in the end of it all we choose to remain loners and become complete sages (abstaining from all forms of human emotions and connecting with the bigger entities like the cosmos…).

Every human must try each day to abstain from regular emotions, beliefs and philosophies and start welcoming mysteries of life, the greater depths of knowledge and revelations in life as a whole. Our spiritual world must be aroused in order to become a good listener, a true observer, proper guide and silent path breaker. Till we attain all that let us also smilingly learn to enjoy the warm ‘Blanket of Blankness’.


Posted: December 12, 2009 in Uncategorized

Silence (in Bengali)


Ghum Porir Deshe Ak Odbhut Nistobdhota,

Nischup Ghum  Porir Shohore, Monthor Elo Melo Kobita.

Akla Stobdho Podokhyep, Monthor Neemogno Moleen Mounota,

Shopno-Bastob shob mile mishe akakar,

Mon nodir majhi paari diyechhe maajh nodite ak prokar!

Ghum Porira Aaj Boddo Klanto, Nishobdo Khunje barachhe tara,

Ak Elo Melo Shopno-Bastober Meelon Khetre.

Ei Ki cheyechhile tumi?

Akla Stobdho Podokhyep?

Akta Sara Jagano Monthor Elo Melo Kobita?

E Mounotar Nei Je Kono Kul,

Moleenota tai sara jagiyechhe opaar,

Noishobde, shara diye jeyo go ak aadh baar.

Neemogno Mounotai, Moleen Noishobde,

Chhuye Jeo Ak Baar, Dakha Diyo Ak Bar.

Silence (Translated from original )

There is deafening Silence in the Angel’s World,

Silent Slumber in the streets of Angel World.

This is a poem which is born in a maze,

Silent Footsteps, Resounding Silence constantly forming a Haze.

Real- Unreal plays on…

Mind-river has been oared in the midway.

Tired Sleep Angels search for Silence,

The search carries on and on and on…

Real- Unreal play on to form something surreal,

tonight somewhere in the fields of the mind.

Is this what you really waited for so long?

A stopped footstep?

Or a popular rhyme-less poem like mine?

This Silence has no Boundary,

That’s the reason why I mentioned blurry borders on the territory.

Do Knock on the Silence at times,

To make it resound with Deep Numbness and Blurry Vacuum.

Touch Me Deep in the night, when the world is in deep slumber,

Wave at me when the moon is the silent player…