Here

By Prabigya

A personal take on the complications that complement our planet and the several worlds weve webbed into it. The book, in its several parts, delves into questions and answers of several sorts in and around the nature of fiction. The several pieces of poetry and short stories are all exploratory into the elements that give our realities a semblance to lifewhat we collectively believe and how we individually think and the ways in which we carve into our societies and how it structures us.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Partridge Publishing India
• Release date: Aug 29, 2013
• ISBN: 9781482810356

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Contents

Changed once again

Another End to Disaster

Feigned Frontier

Ease and Woe

Fight for somebody else

Lost as words

Echoes in Essence

A Pretence presumably Lost

Redressing the Moment

The Beginning of Life

The Smallest Excuse

The journey outward

The Other Day

Stuck in the Expression

Biggest Failure

A Promise fulfilled

At Deeper Depths

The prospect of a perspective

Astral Ash

Nemesis

Into the unknown

Almost Excluded

The abrupt outcome

A sight of Shame

Pledged into existence

Loneliness realised

Shifted to the future

Delivered

The light of all matter

Insignificance resolved

A flap of the wings

Superseded

Master of his own destiny

When youth forever lives…

Taken

The Path of restrictive thinking

Culture and Contention

More puzzled than always

Return

The Subtlest Intensity

The Jungle tide’s my enemy

Out at sea

Journeying through time

Instruments of birth

Readying For War

The golden cufflink

Nature Vs Man

Things in General

The Storm on Fifth Avenue

Late awakening

Undue agony

Reprise Re-enacted

Nearer from the distance

When they come for me

Equality

Straight Through

Under the stars

Powered prowess

Associates of a day

The lone doorman

Down

Twice or thrice

Avenge the Unknown

Pause

Complexities of completeness

Caterpillar on the wall!

Driver no. 13

A centerpiece and sentiments

The day the dogs stopped Barking

The Juice Vendor

The Miracle Murders

The Old Man

The man who walked through shadows

Obsessed with time

Something Out There

To my grandfather

The late Bhiman Yonjan

Who gave me literature

Changed once again

Here I am again, my strength regained,

My body still in pain

I may never know what I need to know,

To keep myself as sane

This I’ve found when no treasures were around,

And I feel slightly sad

Hidden in plain sight, ridden in plain fright

The world was all I had

Pursued with slain might, haunted from hailed heights,

My fate forever sealed,

Endured worldly wrath, the one endless path,

No more to be revealed

Could I go back to cope with fact,

Or have I surrendered?

There’s this feeling inside that won’t subside,

It can’t be remembered.

I rehearse the past while the curse does last,

For another eternity

We meet the end too fast as the die is cast,

An endless slavery

Another End to Disaster

Meaningless exits all lined in a row,

Another failure while expectations do grow,

Never allowing another, always fending for self,

Giving up is never considered, struggle on without help,

A last effort of our dying breed,

Controlled from everlasting, the law is decreed,

On we go, fatal memories consumed,

Mastering worthlessness, the true journey resumed,

Into our homes, violence now retreats,

Cowering masters now stand in the heat.

Singled out as we crowd the earth,

Disaster means nothing, disregarded in its worth.

Feigned Frontier

It arrived as a suggestion, but suggestions are bare

The few who stand now stand in thoughtful care.

Over many was implemented what was firstly seen,

And now the many are vanished, the world further cleaned.

It arrived without warning, but warnings seldom help

All the good that remains, remains within ourselves

Our world breathers peacefully; now that they are passed.

It lasted an instant, an instant which did last.

Where the suggestion took birth it may never be clear,

But the earth is healed, heaven is already here.

And of the many who perish, we find not a trace,

Seemingly a blessing, of unworldly grace.

Ease and Woe

The past did not last and neither can the moment,

Assured of doom; steadily nearing the present.

This isn’t a game, this is reality and you’re going to be bit by it

You’ll soon see the truer reasons and bit by bit buy it

We tend to forget who we are sometimes,

In trying to make the impossible happen,

We breach the limit and time’s left behind

Journeys and ventures omitted without reasons

Between the rights, between the wrongs,

We stand and gather, feeble and strong

Not much left to do now that we soar,

The flight, perilous and in control

How are we to take back what was ours,

The meanings have dissolved

When are we going to find ourselves?

Endless problems stand unresolved

We have to make arrangements,

So we can gain some ground

Else we’ll be searching around

Through endless circles that abound

It’s not perfect it’s not what is right

But it is all that has come in sight.

Fight for somebody else

Walking this road, the only one that’s been showed,

Expecting to be more than ourselves

Battle-plans made but no hope to be saved,

We don’t think because we think it helps

Erasing the line between man and time,

We do it all once again

Our wrongs are right and that’s why we fight,

Belief blinds out all pain.

Some lose some win all our prospects are grim,

As consequences slowly take their toll

No rest to be found, when the rest are around

Pacify ourselves to reach our goals

We seem to have died, emptied out from inside,

Yet we live and fight for today

The war is never-ending, we’re all just pretending,

As mercy never comes our way

We fight amongst and against,

Taking leave of all sense

We fight for reasons unknown,

Hatred has steadily grown

While we fight for somebody else,

Why fight for somebody else?

Lost as words

The world opens through gateways unknown,

Stuck in nowhere and time has flown

We’ve all tried but efforts were wasted,

Walk we did but our pace was bested

We fell all along the long and lonesome way,

Ever-thirsty for cures to the hollow gray

We seem to have wasted our forevers

Dreaming, planning but enacting; never

And now they say our time is short,

Everything’s deemed to perish, left with no worth

Only a few do actually live, forever watched by others,

tracing fading footprints, true meanings undiscovered

Conflict reigns supreme, deep within our selves,

Never subdued, not satiated with all the wealth

And so we go on, one day to the next

We’ll go on and on till there’s nothing left.

Echoes in Essence

Restrictions over-riding, while the world laughs away

In darkness water’s rising, butterflies’ wings turn gray

Still unmovable silence, the stillness is here to stay

Seeking but never finding, what’s lost was the only way

Complications ever-rising, mistakes made yesterday

The gap in understanding, care not; come what may

Hope’s not gone altogether, bits and pieces left to stay,

This long road out of nowhere, it’s leading us astray

But now the songs do sing, riding horses with broken wings,

I forget what has happened and give in to worldly things.

A Pretence presumably Lost

Take me to a place where songbirds still sing,

And happiness is not such an unreal thing.

Where all hope still remains,

And living isn’t just a losing game.

Where the end is never in sight,

Existing only within our minds,

Where darkness only