Lady in White

Lady in white looking out to sea

I wonder what you can see

Do you see love amidst the gathering storm?

Or are you looking just to see?

Lady in white share your misery

And banish the negativity

You are all that you'll need

And maybe one day you'll set me free

Lady in white looking out to sea

I wonder if you can see me

Hiding in the tides, stealthy

Lady in white looking out to sea

Will you take me home with thee?

The Bilge Master

Self Love

Self love came to me amid a hailstorm of self doubt

It shielded me from the debris and showed me a way out

Self love walked in on a freezing winter morning in December

When all the lights had gone out

It lighted my way to the exit in the south

Self love is there in all of us in the little things we overlook

It could be hiding in the song stuck in your head

Or the last book you read

Let it in and let it fill you up

It's going to be okay

The Bilge Master

Shades of Love

I dont want to be loved for the sake of it

And I dislike being hated

I want to live and die

And leave a footprint in my wake

I dont want to be loved for my looks and charming smile

I want to be loved for what I am underneath

The real me, whom I hide

I want someone to unlock the closed doors

Behind which my pain lies locked away

And stand by me in spite of it all

After seeing what I really am

I want to reveal the worst of me

What I am under the scar tissue

And I hope she'll love me and my darkness

Both the same

The Bilge Master

Rampur: A Trip to Remember! (A PhotoBlog)

It was a rainy afternoon when yours truly set out for Rampur with two classmates from college. We arrived there in the afternoon and were given sweets and cucumber to eat. It was the last day of Durga Puja and we were at the maternal home of one of our classmates. They celebrate Durga Puja at their home every year.

As is known, Durga Puja is a very special festival for Bengalis. It involves the coming of a goddess from her mountain home in Kailash to the earth for four days. Four days of festivities, of new clothes, of  pandals, and of trips out of town.

Rampur is a small village near Habra, far away from the bustle of Kolkata. It is silent, peaceful and welcoming. I didn't want to come back from there.

I'm a writer, but I am finding it hard to find words that can adequately express the amount of love I was shown at Rampur. I was introduced to all the elders, and took their blessings before taking my leave. The food was simple rustic fare and was delicious and what Puja is complete without some good old adda at 1 AM in the morning?

The following are a few photos I took while I was there

The Bilge Master