People say it is easy to write memoir
But, in my opinion,it is not so easy
to open the door of your personal world
for the people around.
Still every word you write has flavor
of your personal experience
may it be your own or of other you know.
So, your every story, your essays,
even your poem are your memoir
painted with colors .
The literary world
welcome everything
as it has magic
to forgive and forget.
Your memoir is immortal.
Write whatever you like,
Write what you want…
Writing will help you
To face the world,
Writing will help you
to get respect.
It is an amazing business,
It will remain immortal…
It will speak your wishes to other,
The likeminded people will listen you
For a better world.
So,
Write, write and write…
Till the end of path.
Each writer at times faces writers block what was earlier beyond my own thought.
But it happens.
It happens, because we are human being and we have also some limits in each of our action.
It happens, because there are many things in this earth to break our journey.
It happens, because sometime our protagonist wants not to move and sit somewhere to rest.
It happens,
So, we should not be mocked by anyone who don’t know us and lives a social life.
We are special.
So, we should move on in our path bribing our characters to smell the aroma in the end.
Of course, tragic end may inspire our reader to purchase our book.
But I wish to see joy in my protagonist.
It is beyond any word to describe the depth of sunshine, the feelings, the aroma. It was a quiet morning. The path was beautiful, of course in my eyes, as I was enjoying the fallen leaves and petals of flowers. I preferred walking to smell the nature. I got a squirrel with four brown bird collecting food under a mango tree. I found a butterfly was competing with me and I speed up my pace. At last, the butterfly became tired and sat over the green leaf of a wild tree.
Talking nature…
under the sunshine
my palms were filled
with flower petals
to weave a dream in leisure
and again, share it with all.
Sunshine was beautiful and was penetrating in each cell to recall my childhood days.
I loved it
It is not easy
But it is the adventure
to join a job,
and to earn money.
Today
I meet my junior
after a long gap,
joined their tea party.
Under the aroma of tea
I rediscovered my talent.
One of them appreciated
What I write,
And my plan to be a full-time author
after retirement.
I left them with sparks of smile.
I could feel myself a different person,
Confident, full of hope and dream
to earn money…
till the day I bade farewell to this beautiful earth.
I swear, it was a love letter
Inside that old box
and it was about to vanish
As it was so old.
ଏମିତି
ଅନେକ ଚିଠି ଖୁବ ପୁରୁଣା,
ଶେଷ ଅବସ୍ଥାରେ ...
ତଥାପି ମାନେ ହୁଏ
ଅତୀତ ଏବେବି ସେଠି ଝଲମଲ।
Old were the letters
Most of them were in the dead end,
Still,
I felt…
As if past was alive there.
