Sunday, November 5, 2017

Like a beat up white truck

Passion like a beat up white truck
Some messy apartment somewhere
Funny waste bins upturned careless
Shadowed in the scars of the past,

Shining in glory not in fame
Like bed sheets not tucked in perfect
Receding like shorelines unseen
Perfect like a beat up white truck

Heroic like a beat up white truck
Oh the power of her kiss!
She can kiss caress and fuck
A winner no matter the odds

Celebration of not giving a fuck
What worlds are we from now-a-days?
A world where grasses are green and
Skies are blue, lets keep it that way

Melancholic like a very very dull day
Lazy like 70 in November
Brain scans coffees and kisses,
Beauty like a beat up white truck.

Soumya Dasgupta
Urbana, Illinois

Friday, May 12, 2017

I haven't blogged in a while

Suddenly today on messenger I received a link to a blog post from a very very old friend. I haven't blogged in a while but when she said that she started blogging because of me, it got me through this rush of emotions and nostalgia. I never expected this day to come, for the little efforts I did to express myself on internet, would someday somehow trigger someone to write a blog. We often find ourselves meaningless, in this vast era of super connected overlaps of virtual and real. But then how beautiful and magical it is that we get glimpses of that meaning through seemingly unexpected cracks and glitches.

What I like about when I visit this blog, now-a-days in much lower frequencies, what feels seemingly difficult to explain in words is related to the fact that I have changed so much, but my blog remains the same.