tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76177492457249337402024-02-06T20:54:23.257-08:00Thou n me(Read the story from the last post....)Leena Guha Royhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13522805038646897990noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617749245724933740.post-75491034294027789882011-03-16T09:16:00.000-07:002011-03-16T09:21:19.076-07:00Oh! My dream, Give a damn!!!<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";} </style> <![endif]--> <h6><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal;">Sometime I can’t express myself, people think, I have attitude problem. Sometime I talk too much, people think, I’m mouthy. Sometime I speak to my male friends, people think, I’m non-descript. Sometime I can’t disclose the secret of my life, people think, I have limitation. Sometime I stand for myself, people think, I’m clattery. Sometime I go to party, people think I’m alcoholic. Sometime I wear make up, people think, I’m fake. Sometime I’m unable to help people around me, people think, I’m heart less. Sometime I can receive phone call, people think, I’m unsocial. Sometime I cry, people think, I’m drama queen. Sometime I am late from work place, people think, I’m irresponsible. Sometime I wear classy dress, people think, I’m desperate. Sometime I fail to meet deadline, people think, I’m feckless. </span></h6> <h6><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal;">So I can’t do anything without being labeled. So what! I am proud of what I am!!!!! </span></h6>Leena Guha Royhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13522805038646897990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617749245724933740.post-50977833910421182762011-01-19T06:37:00.000-08:002011-01-19T06:47:05.066-08:00My Dream!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">I have had a rendezvous with solitude...</strong><strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">at an isolated blank phase of leisure,</strong><br /><strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">when hovering thoughts disrupted my pleasure; </strong><strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">and overpowered by a sense of laze,</strong><strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> I have had a rendezvous with solitude</strong><strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">...when it all seemed to captivate me in a daze.</strong><br /><br /><strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"></strong><strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">It is my ‘dream’, who helds my hand,</strong><br /><strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">And leads me silently to some wondrous land;</strong><br /><strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">I close my eyes to quench my thought,</strong><br /><strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><br />I have a rendezvous with solitude -</strong><br /><strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Clueless yet, what happiness, it, to me had brought.</strong><br /><br /><strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">‘Me’ and ‘Thou’, clad in white, sat across, face to face,</strong><br /><strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">As ‘Thou’ s at me, ‘I’ can have my eyes fixed in a gaze.</strong>Leena Guha Royhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13522805038646897990noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617749245724933740.post-4561299242199439222010-02-13T05:40:00.000-08:002011-01-19T06:30:21.459-08:00Thou and me..........<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJdSXwpc3MlK9i0nVEo9nodbgir8__4OrsGICpcxNpF2RltOu1dy1woF7L3UfejxXJgUL-RSz8aMu7fnFCtCgWcVljy_Wdq7mTaGWAuQyl8PuwkON85EgW9CNJMEr-UYuMdaiMFNFejvca/s1600/dream.jpg"><img style="float: right; 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font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";} </style> <![endif]--><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Let the sound of return overpower thou and me</span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Let’s hum a new tune that sounds in ‘we’</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">A new world for us to see..............</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">That is the ‘SOUND OF LOVE’ between THOU & ME, it’s got to be..................</p>Leena Guha Royhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13522805038646897990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617749245724933740.post-49761145359854444982009-10-04T05:36:00.000-07:002011-01-19T06:10:28.354-08:00Let my dream come back.....<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">No more do I wish to hear...These noises I am unable to bear...Wish to rise above such pretence...Wish to get back the solemn silence...Need the sound free of all fear</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">A sound that’s music to the ear...</p>Leena Guha Royhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13522805038646897990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617749245724933740.post-61804015954289764982009-06-19T05:22:00.000-07:002011-01-19T06:32:17.052-08:00Since I heard the murmuring of the leaves...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRUKMfnouKtlYr6pPCDHDX_1EaxU7XpKq4ynAXMoVVhP7mbufF1NayM8MxdbS0N563GYHiIhfsL4R1zxk9hRb0M7MBP0406CgddtVUxlmAbU3C3Pk1UHPV4EpIJsXMtNN_IPXtAdqguNc5/s1600/leaves.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRUKMfnouKtlYr6pPCDHDX_1EaxU7XpKq4ynAXMoVVhP7mbufF1NayM8MxdbS0N563GYHiIhfsL4R1zxk9hRb0M7MBP0406CgddtVUxlmAbU3C3Pk1UHPV4EpIJsXMtNN_IPXtAdqguNc5/s400/leaves.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563899682724639810" border="0" /></a><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";} </style> <![endif]--><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">Since I heard the murmuring of the leaves, I heard the buzzing of the bees and I heard the grumbling of the trees…..deep down the solemn silence of my heart....</span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">I heard a thousand sounds rumbling…..it is growing louder by the second…tearing each part of me apart...</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">The whistling wind rushing by....the soft breeze touching by...</p>Leena Guha Royhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13522805038646897990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617749245724933740.post-1670116221739782102009-03-28T12:28:00.000-07:002011-01-19T06:34:46.789-08:00Ray of Hope.....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAg02rljQUPxe-SXfnHvekMweHHZ7XgZw6fIynrDH2WYnrAYKCX8E4QM73TfY4dhRriMZGQVptqcjfNsXsYtx6fHaBPE3mdfng7CE9kLAkA29gFsbwQnSJu4UJq0FUZethE53rwmXbmClI/s1600-h/2008_1224_170604.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318322847898757250" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 300px; height: 400px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAg02rljQUPxe-SXfnHvekMweHHZ7XgZw6fIynrDH2WYnrAYKCX8E4QM73TfY4dhRriMZGQVptqcjfNsXsYtx6fHaBPE3mdfng7CE9kLAkA29gFsbwQnSJu4UJq0FUZethE53rwmXbmClI/s400/2008_1224_170604.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">............................................</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">I would be the surviver at the end of all stories.... </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">You konw, hope stands for the personification of optimism...............</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">'Hope my dream is alive somewhere....... she would be back to my canopy.....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">I am waiting for HER.... my beloved </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >Dream <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">.....</span></span>Leena Guha Royhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13522805038646897990noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617749245724933740.post-41764104346661960092009-03-28T10:48:00.001-07:002009-03-28T12:27:58.547-07:00I dare to live..............<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz-GyynG6HJiP44Q5Obh5J-c4IFv6bPf6Z5Wx5pQJl2j_x-EAnFd0ljv5Cf07EnPlqgwV9a0QVzdcimMZeG3w5EVY4QlDTC_0UPUude8yrYM8YTIPBfA5ZgwwYoW_g8AjGKXghLBDPd3GZ/s1600-h/15122008028.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318298124874778338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz-GyynG6HJiP44Q5Obh5J-c4IFv6bPf6Z5Wx5pQJl2j_x-EAnFd0ljv5Cf07EnPlqgwV9a0QVzdcimMZeG3w5EVY4QlDTC_0UPUude8yrYM8YTIPBfA5ZgwwYoW_g8AjGKXghLBDPd3GZ/s400/15122008028.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#336666;">Stormy phase of my life.... I just wanted to welcome the storm....... so I was ready...<br /></span><div><span style="color:#336666;">Into the nothingness of scorn and noise.....I saw the storm.. a silent storm...that winded me up within the tempest in my life. ..</span></div><div><span style="color:#336666;">I could understand there was a rainbow slowly fading throught the tears...</span></div><div><span style="color:#336666;">I was searching for a ablest navigator in my life... it was ofcourse my dream that could tell you every thruth of my life... because it was not an oneirism.... my dream was my love, my passion, my spirit and mirth, my glee and satisafaction .... all told, those were the truth of my life ...aah!!! Yet my dream is no more within me.... </span></div><div><span style="color:#336666;">My dream could weep with pity and delight.... she should have blushed with love and shame.. her breathe could call me by my name.....but she no longer is there.....</span></div><div><span style="color:#336666;">..........................</span></div><div><span style="color:#336666;">Many miles to go for me..... but how?.. I don't know....</span></div><div><span style="color:#336666;">But I have to be a surviver at the end of all........</span></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div>Leena Guha Royhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13522805038646897990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617749245724933740.post-17035830947975406972009-02-06T10:49:00.001-08:002011-01-19T06:07:58.764-08:00Hope for today and on...............<div>Now I am beaming with hope....it is not a time for tears.......<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEJJysXq8w5vl-RIHPvfhw1lZsL4nmxd2Zf_hj9Ec-8r2F3HUgXLYOY6Cz5WZxDRakbB2wCGu7TBApD7nNkctKgtTs1do0RRWj2Bmvf7fxNDi1o4-NJWdoCV9yJZn6bYP9haLZ11WOiDS3/s1600-h/20080505-_DSC4944.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299759448518657874" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 271px; height: 346px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEJJysXq8w5vl-RIHPvfhw1lZsL4nmxd2Zf_hj9Ec-8r2F3HUgXLYOY6Cz5WZxDRakbB2wCGu7TBApD7nNkctKgtTs1do0RRWj2Bmvf7fxNDi1o4-NJWdoCV9yJZn6bYP9haLZ11WOiDS3/s400/20080505-_DSC4944.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div></div>Leena Guha Royhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13522805038646897990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617749245724933740.post-77703991503594897632009-01-24T08:39:00.000-08:002009-01-24T09:50:56.163-08:00Yet what I was.....????<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDKXEKhyphenhyphencmKGrDIPcOl6aBGiD3xRSBo1Bz6svn8iNeby-FSOk9WSa8fcIxntd7ZDEwdMuDf8JB9iXX09hjsd6IUwgS-C0oXRhDnNa9Ddp5t0KPcVqbVDcHqruZe11-xAsvHI87v9EKYKN9/s1600-h/axhazinh1452xq.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294900906293749490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDKXEKhyphenhyphencmKGrDIPcOl6aBGiD3xRSBo1Bz6svn8iNeby-FSOk9WSa8fcIxntd7ZDEwdMuDf8JB9iXX09hjsd6IUwgS-C0oXRhDnNa9Ddp5t0KPcVqbVDcHqruZe11-xAsvHI87v9EKYKN9/s400/axhazinh1452xq.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#003333;">Yet what I was?…nobody knows…..</span><br /><span style="color:#003333;">After the death of my dream…none cared of my woes and heartache….I was the self-consumer of my misery….people forsook me in the lurch….....</span><br /><span style="color:#003333;">I supposed to get vanished in the gray oblivion……or another option… that might be vaulted sky…..<br /><br />Pangs of throes corroded me day by day….in front of me like the vapours tots…….<br /><br />I never shammed my heartache….but along the whole scene I was trying to tread myself strongly….......</span><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#003333;">Leena Guha Roy</p></span>Leena Guha Royhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13522805038646897990noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617749245724933740.post-21130679454458019452009-01-22T21:51:00.000-08:002009-01-22T22:04:22.987-08:00Oh! my dream....where r u?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWl3GM_hbEUkwj6THEUBnLdNu8TKhcHxlPZcv2X3iKDJyREt8r5l0hYbMM2kfCNDloyr5YlpCRjJXbBTEuD8MNCnBMEhkv3f-tkNBdA7tzVwKMeFvKivXREQp4ma_JGp3lqqEjAgXnzkMT/s1600-h/clouds+8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294363314970970770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWl3GM_hbEUkwj6THEUBnLdNu8TKhcHxlPZcv2X3iKDJyREt8r5l0hYbMM2kfCNDloyr5YlpCRjJXbBTEuD8MNCnBMEhkv3f-tkNBdA7tzVwKMeFvKivXREQp4ma_JGp3lqqEjAgXnzkMT/s400/clouds+8.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Leena Guha Royhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13522805038646897990noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617749245724933740.post-14268235291945187212009-01-22T06:22:00.000-08:002009-01-24T03:20:04.767-08:00Dream is no more.........................................<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0WWzjtUFLWRKH8CKCcV_TeVh7nsCQ0GIXDfeHzJwGiiWaJ_MrmUhABVSKVYhndpy_QhHKwjHzC8CgjNoji0OEqHxtZkALqjJKJyXGFwMTbPagny0Trml0oE5_UfG-QuNSAyJHv66CWty9/s1600-h/P1050761.JPG"><span style="color:#000099;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294139470514473858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0WWzjtUFLWRKH8CKCcV_TeVh7nsCQ0GIXDfeHzJwGiiWaJ_MrmUhABVSKVYhndpy_QhHKwjHzC8CgjNoji0OEqHxtZkALqjJKJyXGFwMTbPagny0Trml0oE5_UfG-QuNSAyJHv66CWty9/s320/P1050761.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#000099;"> </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYwlhZl8cx4GbPc9SklpJFwtAWZgdeOUzJarJMSdnWmzusInB3r__TBz1D7aixcAyHHx2i5YVujyxu0HWM3nGx16IeqUSXYqkB7j5f5Sz7Y39RZFD3Kyr-S_TKMk54u8Dl-ZVx8O_2C4Fr/s1600-h/P1050761.JPG"></a><span style="color:#000099;">It was an afternoon after cool rainstorm...in the month of one July...I was looking at my windows...<br />Musty sun was going beyond my door... I had yet watched the leaves of the wet green trees...I could not open the windows....but why? Still I dont know...I was watching for quite a while...But nothing was meaningful what I watched.....<br />Then I went to bed.....I closed my eyes.....<br />Someone was muttering...undertone of its whisper i heard...some words also came to my ears....Within a few second I opened my eyes....and was trying to look at the windows...nothing was there waiting for me.....but I still heard.....<br />Once again I faced this unknown murmur...and it was after a few years since then...<br /><br />..........My soul is whispering outside the window.....She finds words to tell me.....She lost her tongue....I am staring at her....I have no words too...........<br /><br />This window is to the north of my room...Last year I went to my home....<br /><br /></span><p><span style="color:#000099;">My soul was not alone then…..My dreams have gone to be with her….</span></p><p><span style="color:#000099;">I entered into my room…..white washed wall became a black shadow in front of my eyes…<br />I was trying to switch on……but no light was there...</span></p><p><span style="color:#000099;">I could find one unknown morge where my dreams were brawling..... ......putrid corps of my dreams have been halfeaten by millions of ants.... </span></p><p><span style="color:#000099;">I opened the window in the dark night.....and for the first time after the death of my grand father.........</span></p><p><span style="color:#000099;">...............................................................................................................................</span></p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Is my silence finding some words?..........</span></p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Everything has been lost in the galaxy...... like my grand father...................</span></p><p><span style="color:#000099;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Leena Guha Roy</span></p>Leena Guha Royhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13522805038646897990noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617749245724933740.post-86675796412257081672009-01-21T01:54:00.000-08:002009-01-21T01:56:19.679-08:00<p>Hey guys......</p><p>this is my first post into this blog.............</p>Leena Guha Royhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13522805038646897990noreply@blogger.com0