Author: Rituparna

A woman who relentlessly strives to stay mystified by nature's ways; who doesn't seek to hear the unheard, know the unknown but feel the ever felt... the sweeping waves of eternity in each moment of life!

नारी

सदा एक काया मात्र । तुफानी बादलो को बाहो में समेटे बंदर को तकती बिस्मित अस्थिर । असहाय प्रकृती की चीरंतन चींख जैसे अपने लहू में लिये चलती, सम्भलति- सम्भालती थक जाती ।   क्षणिक स्त्ता से परिचित । गलते लोहे की बूंद में तैरती एक तरनी ओस की पहली अंकुरित पंखुरि में दिया जलाये…

for a drop of ether

Take me to your pond, I am no sunflower.   darkening skies mean no twilight but they may remain for a while and I won’t thrive.   You in search of your pond did you find it? The beggars come along like you asking for my favour. But I am a wilting flower !  …

Questioning Shadows. Murmuring Prayers.

vanity. the thought that knocked every time. romance seldom held the dock. childhood scurried past with morsels of self-consciousness biting from the future. and the future? a dark mass of self-doubt squirming into a mudstone rolling and rolling across the years, mustering fears turning vain. vanity.   suffering. the feeling always left behind. incessant rains,…

Solus

I have come to this path; on Your released tresses I walk Bearing a cross in my heart My scents disappear Once more I live For you. For you I would walk on this Path. Tales harden me Not; nor waters soften Me. Let me see to your pains Through a mirror no more mine.

উচৰ্গা: An ode to beauty

আমি ক’ত আছিলোঁ   থকা নথকাৰ নীৰৱ সন্মোহনত আমি নাছিলোঁ      ক্ৰমে উজ্বল হৈ উঠা আকাশৰ প্ৰথম তৰাটো মই দেখিলো ধুই দিয়া সাজযোৰ সামৰাৰ দৰে বিয়লিপৰত আমাকো সামৰি আনি সযতনে দিনটো নৈ খনৰ বুকুত সোমাই পৰা দেখিলো কাক উচৰ্গা কৰিছিলোঁ কালৈ বা উত্সৰ্গিত হৈছিলোঁ অন্তহীন সৃষ্টিৰ শ্বাশ্বত গৰ্ভজাত আৰু এটা দিনলে বিদায় জনাইছিলোঁ এক সুদূৰৰ…

Allegory of the Window

Through the glass, dimly, they appeared like a repeated motion film… The bitch gave birth to four puppies. Gender unknown; they all looked alike, except for a swop of brown, black and waxen shades and some flesh between the four. The dog who fathered them stayed closer and played with them. On some early mornings,…

Waterfalls as potential alternative sources for hydro-electricity in Northeast India

It was during my college trip to Mawlynnong, a village at the Indo-Bangladesh border when I was exposed to the magnificence of another natural resource of Northeast India, besides the mighty Brahmaputra River, its tributaries, tropical forests, fossil fuel reserves and tea gardens.  And these were the waterfalls. Even if I had my share of admiring the…

Amen

At a distance, the timeless breaths and shadows stills in the eternal wait and the weight of the world stills in the kites’ cries. The sky, trapped in a drop, turns into a song. In the circles of a ripple, I see my known. There I’ll merge.

the white spirit

It was mid-morning. The realization that all the bridges have been burnt, except for creation’s, crawls out of an uncompromised living; of accrued guilt over not-working; of confusion over the authenticity of the guilt. The wind carried the world’s sadness and the music the call of the world. There was no loneliness. Only absences. There…

নিলগৰ গান

তোমাৰ চকুৰ পতাই কঢিয়ায় সমুদ্ৰ-গৰ্ভস্থ  এক বিষাদ নে পাগলাদিয়াৰ ওপৰৰ স্থিৰ সেমেকা বতাহজাক য’ৰ পৰা নামে এই চিনাকি অচিনাকি ৰাষ্টাটো মোৰ বুকুলৈ পলকত দেখো সত্ত্বা বিয়পি পৰা এটি পোহৰ আৰু বহু হাহাকাৰ মই পাগলদিয়া পাৰ হ’ওঁ নেদেখা পাগলদিয়া পাগলদিয়াৰ কহুৱনিত মোৰ চিৰ-পৰিচিত, হেৰুৱাই পোৱা হুমুনিয়াহবোৰে জিৰণি লয় আমাৰ মাজত থিয় দিয়ে নিলগৰ সুগন্ধই বুকুৱেদি উজাই…