Good-Bye Uncle..

The first picture was taken when he was taken and the second picture is the last picture I have. My grandmother who sit's beside him crying unable to hold back her tears seeing her young son die. 

Even after a year now when I close my eyes,

and a moment just before I fall asleep,

I remember this thing that keeps me awake,

I try to sleep, yet I fail..

Those moments when we realized and lived,

together as a family indeed,

between all sorrows when we together smile,

everything became colorful for a while,

suddenly as a wave, the grief disappeared,

and we became happy in our own world..

Even though we stayed apart,

you were a sapphire in my heart,

miles away, yet we felt being so near,

I wish still you were here,

Now your soul wonder's aloft,

and you are alive just in our thought..

He were always beloved; and the youngest brother to my father. We realize the gap between reality and happiness as he stepped away; walked ahead in the journey to heaven. Just for a while we thought it was the worst nightmare we were passing through, and then the sweetness of illusion slowly faded away and we realized the extreme bitterness of truth in a blow.

That morning that I just woke up a year ago, I still remember my morning started with the flow of a tear and the moisture in my eyes seemed never ending to me. I couldn't realize if this was the truth. I just wished reality wasn't so harsh and so bitter to me. I just slept in the bed of memories and I couldn't wake up again. When he carried me along on his shoulder's and he walked ahead and marched for a stroll among the greenery of the fields and away from the busy reality I realized peace. When he taught me how to milk a cow, and my mischief cost you a kick from that cow. A tide of smile just passed my lips when I remembered all this, yet my heart flooded with flooded with tears.

He was just too good unlike the rest of the world around him. The world that neither understood him nor the goodness in him, and he suddenly left for his heavenly demise.

As I sit back and count the stars,

I see a few shining so far,

as they twinkle better than before,

a sudden belief you are close,

yet I know it ain't true,

behind every illusion there hides the truth,

and you are far, somewhere far from us,

you built a new home in the skies,

as a rainbow shines above on me,

I feel as you have sent your blessings beneath,

every dark night I sleep in peace,

a belief you are still with me..

My eyes still red..

Tired it looks, my eyes still red,

everything around nothing has changed,

in a dark room, I still cry and wait,

three years, yet it seems never too late,

it rejuvenates me when once in while,

your eyes shine while you smile..

Insomniac and still in grief,

all I search is some peace,

a better reason just to live,

for your smile I strive,

my eyes still red, looks the same,

my blood writes your name..

My eyes still red, mesmerized in love,

I lose reality and have built a world,

where I have cities and people we know,

and every thing around seems beautiful,

filled with rivers, its all nature's faith,

yet your beauty stands as the best..

I break down, often in pain,

My eyes still red, pull out in strain,

its the same since that night,

I haven't gone better, at any time,

all I weep is for love,

in your heart to live forever..

- Sandip Kumar Talukdar

Blood for my Valentine..

It happened once upon a time that my friend Mayank had a crush upon a girl studying Dental. Her college was just beside our's. The only way for him to peek at her was in the break when she had her lunch at the canteen. But the poor lad had no chance to talk because an army of boys would always be near her trying their best on her (although Mayank knew that he cannot ever talk to a beautiful girl yet he wanted to). Suddenly Mayank noticed a ray of light at the end of the tunnel one fine noon. He saw a 'Blood Donation Camp' on the Dental college that day. He just smiled and turned his head towards me, and I understood what he wanted to ask. I agreed to get in the college for blood donation. For the fist time ever, Mayank talked something good. He said let's not go with empty stomach and have atleast a plate of fruit salad. I agreed and we just had those pieces of colourful fruit knowing our blood would soon flow out. Then we were there. We headed for our destiny. Mayank prayed all the Gods that his crush comes and be the inspecting doctor who inspects the whole blood donation scenario. We filled all formalities and went inside. Mayank had a rapid search of the entire view of the room and she wasn't there. For a moment we felt like stepping back but then we had two thoughts in our mind; might be she'll come later or even if she doesn't come lets do a charity. And slowly the blood donation process started and gradually it ended but she didn't turn up there. We got some fruit juice and biscuits (we were even happy to get that instead of the girl). We came back to attend the rest of the classes for the day and we sympathized each other with the fact that indeed we did save somebody unknown's life. Still hope isn't dead; we are waiting for the next blood donation camp..