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Transgender

Know you not, that I live in pain?
With features that drives me insane,
No matter, how much I try in vain,
I am a girl in a body for men!

To the world I am a bit queer,
That makes me a victim of bully and sneer,
For my piercings in my nose and ear,
And those pretty earrings that I love to wear,

Is it a sin to dress in a skirt?
And my blouse frills that I wish to flirt,
All for an organ that makes me; part,
With my identity deep in my heart?

How I wish, I could walk in my heels,
And seek attention of men with skills,
To shower me with loving care and will,
And presence that provides me a joyous feel;

My passionate desire is to have a friend,
Girl with whom I could delightfully spend,
Moments discussing fashions latest trend,
And secrets to keep unto our lives end.

The world impedes me from breaking my shell,
And my desire to be a belle,
Yet there are moments I live in a spell,
Know that I’m stuck in hell!



In recognition of the plight of Transgenders in our society!!

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Piano Speak

I played my part, in the praise of the Lord,
Standing by the choir box, on my own accord,

Deft hands created a heart, centuries old,
With gilded corners and polished wood, set my soul,

The young little fingers of a fairy, that kissed,
Struck a hammer, in my strings lips,

A mild tap of dance, on the brass right foot,
Would sustain my melody into an eternal mood,

Crafted with the ability, to sound like a lark,
Across octaves and sharps, six and half,

The bard who was deaf, could hear through my touch,
And create symphonies, for an interminable march,

When the ‘Rose of England’, reached the Lords’ Abode,
Elton’s tenor, rained heavens, on a grieving road,

With my hammers and tongs, I make the world think deep,
Or weave a sweet lullaby, that puts little hearts to sleep,

Needless to spell, I, reside in your hearts,
In exultation or sorrow, I am always your part.

Pradipta Roy Choudhury
https://notionpress.com/read/the-transient-soliloquy

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Lego - Building Block of a Child Mind

They are the building blocks of the child mind,
Sets science of creativity beyond the edge of grind,
For a few the ‘minifigures’ are a collector’s item,
But for all ages it is a natural creative game,

The bricks are the basic cells, colourful and bright,
Multitude of shapes they lock together in delight,
For the youngest, there are the ‘duplo’s to build,
As they grow older, they develop new creative skills,

‘The Juniiors’, ‘The City’, ‘Friends’ and toys humane,
Are all ‘Creator’s paradise out of solitary cells,
Combinations galore put imagination to rock,
Build with a feel from a never-ending stock,

There are ‘Fairies’ and ‘Barbies’ for the girls,
While the boys traverse though the adventure world,
‘Superheros’ in ‘Invation’ of ‘Starwars’ alight,
‘Castles’, ‘Chima’ and ‘Ninjago’ in future sights,

Scriptures needs not be followed, build as per your freewill,
A City, a car or even a complete castle atop a hill,
Motors, switches, powered devices and robotic ‘mindstorms’,
All electronics lock on to an excellent platform,

The iconic toys sets their origins to Denmark,
Out from the creative mind of Ole Kirk Christiansen’s works,
To build a collection is ones childhood dream,
To get a gift echoes delights unrestrained screams!

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The World of Communication

When the first humans walked the earth,
They all huddled in droves,
Hooted and cried to warn of dangers,
Lurking in the mangrove,

Loud voices and echoes, conveyed a return,
Along with a large kill,
A lone unreached tenor, to a hut, 
Set a loved one’s heart standstill,

In the history of civilization, came a time,
When animals and horses tamed,
A carrier of letter, ahead of human heel, 
To reach the destination named,

The myth of Homer of failed Grecians,
To set Helen free from Troy,
The final message was an encrypt of soldiers, 
Inside a toy horse-decoy,

Philippides persistent run,
From the Marathons’ battlefields, to Athens,
Collapsed dead in the assembly,
With the news of war won, is legend,

Egyptian romance in papyrus, 
Decreed with power of will,
Etched hieroglyphs into eternal life,
On a dead pharaohs-hill,

Early children, would make a toy,
With a string tied, across two cans,
Communicate in glee, mutually,
With mouth to ear commands,

Famed Alexander Graham Bell,
Set the telephone to a first ring,
Thomas Alva Edison’s phonograph,
Could record sounds, in a zing,

Then there were the ones, who could not see,
For they had no holy grail,
Until dots in paper felt embossed,
By the touch of Louis Braille,

Guglielmo Marconi’s crackle of a radio,
Could travel through empty space,
Samuel Morse presented a code,
To ease communiqués’ relay race,

Distances with time, no longer mattered,
For the changes of modern age,
With the mind to machines of Stevenson,
Wright Brothers and Karl Benz,

The first moving images, from John Baird,
Set the world to a stage,
A media was born with timeless reach,
To the corner of a human cage,

A splitting atom, Einstein prophesied, 
Would release energy, so great,
A flick of an evil mind on the edge, 
And all life on earth, shall obliterate

In the year of the war, to dispatch ‘death’,
Rockets traversed in a race,
Sanity returned, it escaped earth’s gravity, 
To get humanity into space,

Then came a machine, which could calculate,
Without a human brain,
It changed the lifestyle of humanity,
Into a dependent reign,

Such was its influence that it put
Function of the human brain to end,
Put the mind of humanity to sleep,
And woke up a surreal trend,

It was the times when one would be happy,
To extend the ballgame in a field,
Not fetch excuses, to indulge in a count
Of virtual monsters killed,

Timeless days when one would urge,
A drop to a friend’s house chatter,
Did those days appear better, 
Without the social netter?

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The Last Post

Compliance to orders is the protectors’ work,
Protocol of perfection, in a badge, spark,

Uniform in olive and a hat stands, stark,
‘Cometh with Mothers’ blessings!’ calls of a war-cry mark!

O world, knew not of a brave little daughter, back home,
And a wife in togetherness of soul, proudly alone,

A mother’s prayers for the perpetual safety of her son,
To the trinity of the universe, yet destiny in evanescent, burn,

Alert in duty, in moments of esteemed honour,
Engaged in full valour, pursued enemy to corner,

Leading from the front with determination and will,
Martyred by a hail of bullets in his final kill,

As the last post bugles sounds twenty-one gun fire,
A nation salutes a brave heart consigned to the eternal pyre;

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Harley Davidson

HARLEY DAVIDSON

The roar of the victorious twins that spark,
Enigma of the spotless glint in the dark,
The riders, symbolic of rare brood,
Tattooed with insignia and bandana as hood.

Third year of the twentieth century, there starts a stride,
Relentlessly over a century, stands stout in pride,
The post First War years, gave birth to the twins,
Sidecars mated, to the 18 horses’ wings.

“Milwaukee” heaven, created the stars,
In a big bang scatter, they traversed the universe,
The years of the big wars, saw seventeen-inch twins,
Immaculate with epaulettes and battle olive greens.

At the end of the war, God lent a hand,
To evolve a shiny steel armour for the generation, next clan,
The Knuckleheads, the Glides set the road on fire,
Protectors of human dignity, induce fear on felons’ desire,

The low riders of the seventies, launched with a zing,
The world of its class termed it “A mean machine”,
The XL’s the K’s, roll out with a whack,
Its looks and tyres, burnt all tracks.

Then there were the softails, those flew like a dove,
Elevated the pillion rider, for the embrace of Love,
The zing of the V2 and the double chrome exhausts,
Reflects the personality of a star, that rocks.

Out arrived the fat boy who could cruise an endless mile,
Traverse across the continent in elegant style,
The Dyna and the Low Riders with their fiery spokes,
Came in with accessories that included tattooed blokes.

The King of the road with flashers and sirens run,
Vigilant officer in uniform with a holstered gun,
The Buells, The Cyclones, The Lightning and Thunderbolts
Menacing street fighters, up on the roll.

Exotic long forked choppers, on a smooth ply,
The rattle sound merges, with a helicopter in the sky,
It is the character, that reflects, the heart alone,
The charisma, of falling in love with, ‘Harley Davidson’.

By Pradipta Roy Choudhury
From The Transient Soliloquy
published by Notionpress
https://notionpress.com/read/the-transient-soliloquy

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Resurrection

Secrets are not,
What they ought to be,
They often turn out,
For many to see,

When somewhere deep in the heart,
There is a lingering pain,
Yearning to express distant memories,
Yet need for constraint,

With the knowledge of Armageddon,
Approaching at hand,
Seek delivery from remorse,
Before the end, happen,

Desires to unwind history,
To all where it began,
Express, for relief from,
An unspoken apology, burden;

Expecting to lay in happiness,
When the dark shroud came,
And resurrect from sins,
Judgment and blame,

Yet completely unaware,
The good world’s forgiven,
Only fond remembrances retain,
In memory, “A jolly good person”…

World prays and wishes,
For the time that remains,
Will to re-live the good memories,
Forgetting the Pain.

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Burj Al Arab

A gigantic sail looms, above the sea,
Anchored by steel braces, of creativity,
Start of a journey, from an island beyond the surf,
Into the hour, of the twenty-first century turf.

High above the mast, the yard hangs free,
For ‘sailor guests’ to dine, in exclusivity,
They watch boats set sail, on the sea,
And relinquish the skyline, of an exotic city.

Beyond the yard, on a perch, ‘round’,
‘Manmade butterflies’, often touchdown.
Utilised on occasions, for symbolic games,
To convey delight, across continents.

The rich and the famous, ride to the deck,
In royal carriages, drawn by animals long dead,
They alight at the Galway, lined with palm trees,
Suited chaperons’ welcome, with warm sea breeze.

They look around, through the dazzle, to see;
Stacked, decked cabins, of outlandish luxury,
The centre of its universe, is the extension of the sea,
Exotic free fishes pace in, with moving galaxies,

The glitterati with grace, pace all around,
Meetings take place between gilded crowns,
Heaven of magical illusions on worldly ground,
That steps out into a sea, for unknown bound.

Humanity’s expressions of beauty epitome,
Few strokes symbolic of an iconic guest home,
Humility of a creator to sail into the unknown,
With the analogy drawn to a white marble tomb.

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Happy Birthday

I see, the froth of a breaking wave,
Wonder, if it is the icing on a cake,

I vision, a shooting star flash by,
How, I wish it were candle light;

As fireworks display, sparks and fly,
I dream ribbons, dropping from the sky;

The rising sun, that, feasts my eyes,
Resembles a brightened face, in delight

With a flock of seagulls, in flight,
Imagine of gas-filled balloons, steadily alight,

I look up to the starlit sky,
It resembles light bulbs, twinkling shy,

With the cloudburst of autumn torrent,
A burst of a canister and glitters rain;

Hills around, the crater rim,
Are wishers, singing birthday hymn?

With the creation of the Divine art,
Birthday blessings, to a human heart!

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Walking On the Edge

Walking along, the edge of the cliff,
What is that prevents the slip?

The horizon beckons you to take a step,
Into the glory, of the dusky sunset;

You look, down, see waves, lapping rocks,
A thousand feet below the outcrop;

Seagull, feasting on overzealous fish,
Divine beauty and the beast;

Vertigo seems a lost affair,
You have conquered your visionary scare,

Surreal, as it appears to be,
The fresh wind kisses your face, from the sea,

You follow the wind path, and turn around,
Unfaltering, you take a stride back to known ground