From my Diary’s page!

From my Diary’s page!

Waiting until the heart quake Beneath my flash I yelled from the puddle of boiling blood, Stirring my thoughts, Perishing disappointment, I looked for a slith to have a breath, As I realized that I must live, I must not die, I must see what I am! A deadly journey killing my wise cells! Needs to come back to an end, I waited, went on waiting, Digesting all stale insights of mind, Untill the dawn,

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MENTAL FITNESS – Let wonders happen in your Life

MENTAL FITNESS – Let wonders happen in your Life

MENTAL FITNESS – Let wonders happen in your Life   Have you ever questioned yourself why am I Sad and the other happy? If we delve deep inside the answer lies within us. The happiness quotient lies beneath our emotional and mental fitness. Here in this blog I am answering briefly how to cope up your mental wellbeing, how to strengthen, flex and tone your mental muscles. Our mental health defines our effectiveness in our

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Metamorphosis to Spirituality!

Metamorphosis to Spirituality!

When you are born in a religious Bengali Brahmin family, you grow up believing in religion wholeheartedly. My parents are religious. My mother offers Puja to the god every single day. My father chants Gayatri Mantra daily after bath. They believe praying to Lord Ganesha and Kaali Mata before leaving the house brings good luck. It’s only normal for me to be religious. In fact I grew up as a Religious kid, believing in doing

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“Hiatus”

“Hiatus”

“Hiatus” Torn being awakening soul, And interrupted memories are melting As if graveyard mist! Chasing ritzy delights of life, Imprisoned in words, Of rises and falls! Emptiness since an epoch! Barren pages in quest of the missing, Silky loin in her dawn! Torn being awakening soul! copyrights reserved (c) 2017, 25th March nitusmita saikia (published)  

Death everywhere!

Death everywhere!

Masterpiece! Emitting lusterless ray of light, The hurricane lamp paints a monochrome of shadows; old trembling hands of Picasso is making graphics of worn out lives under the thatched roof. Amidst those droplets of light and patches of darkness, she looks for her mirror of which she gets scared now a days. Her face she finds ugly in daylight as she burns like unwanted weed among fleshy swelling wheat. She trembles; will she be able

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