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Jeet Bhattacharya

  • Time’s immanent spacing. In waiting, time becomes hollowed out in space. Time’s curvature is futural. It denotes messianicity, time as hollowed up sequel to past longing. In waiting, time is immersive. Imm […]

  • Stigma of being at home on the street! Being with for the other. Otherized zones are compensated for a thriving minute or two, onlookers. Street galore are remembrance of unadulterated toto company. With a bit of […]

  • Beneath lies the Tory self of marginal echoes of hundred kilometre north point from the city. Ravaged radicalism finds its own short cut. I succumbed to it during 90’s. While on the other part of the globe, F […]

  • Religion ‘To Come’

    Then Yama told Nachiketa “Don’t ask for Self-Knowledge; ask for some other boon.”Katha Upanishad

    Man seeks knowledge about self to traverse the corporeality of everything worldly. […]

  • Such are the endeavours of human life; it excels in its own becoming. Yet, meagre if coined through the biggies like the solar system. Man’s hymns are in recluse. It is of the loving domain, the earthly. But in a […]

  • Ontical is the necessity. Nature abounds in everyday. It is habit. Ten thousands year old nature’s negation of elliptical curve. Shrill sound of thunder. My windowpane not resolved in nothing. I seek. P […]

  • Solemn prayers for the passer by. They are stranded. Strange city of artlike embarrassing of lonely Troubadour. I loved the way of being with for the other. Self negotiated as the loner. Topsy turvy reckoning of […]

  • Who brings the foil? Body’s dissymmetric mirror. One froth of liquor. Otherized zone is not embarked.  Other debunking mythical chasing hole. Black out symptom. No more playing sailors, as we are seated in […]

  • Tales of ephemeral truth is played by penny whistle blower. My life admonishes to seek through the gradual mapping of cityscapes as South sea corridor or Nicaragua. I disdained the French arson gallery. I […]

  • I

    Me getting lost in the sea? Unaccountable sincerity for elliptical nervous system , when and how of mankind! Philosophy opened the galaxy. Object out there is visible to the core of my ear sensitivity. […]

  • Having is not so easy. On how I have hundred kilometres north point from the city, can basically be dropped out as an illusion. Mere merriment of soul, amidst the hazardous stilted life of city. Me and Joydip […]

  • There is something silly about the life of hundred kilometres north point from the city. It is in transit. That doesn’t imply the non-existence of detoxified stasis. While now, my family plays the trumpet, she l […]

  • Who doesn’t love to be an outsider among the many idiosyncratic whole. The whole evolves through the outside. I played it more than millions. Ad jockeying through the bon jour street, morning to evening. S […]

  • Trespassers are welcome, down the scanty lanes of city. It is for the galore of a dark sea, which seduces mankind to the core. We want to forget the beneath. Beneath the great humdrum, located are the bylanes, […]

  • Things appear to us in its strangeness. Objects confer to its body, as it occurs in our field of perception. This occurring is a phenomenon, whose nodal curvature we delineate from the whole body. Nodal curves […]

  • Deep seated scar of going afar, yet stay within the norms of nominalism. Landscapes are for real, whose tropes suits the elsewhere. Landscape tropes fit the narcotic dreamer. But the story was not so from the […]

  • Being succumbs to the delivery of zonal essays. Senses perturbed by non-knowledge. Tagorian syndrome of afilial muddy local. Yet, the husky International. Beneath the sturdy grass field, the local resonates the […]

  • Deeply penetrative obsolete cunningness. The tubes roll on as reminiscent apocalypse. Being with forgetting. Tubes are like monster’s mouth, chasing the cars on street. The road is the aluminium foil. Being b […]

  • Long after, return to bindings of selfhood as otherized manifestations of love and playing thief. I lost to her gimmicking morphed images. Truth made me so proud, that I wished all. My zonal inclinations are the […]

  • His his whose whose for us. Bena bought few couple of Spas strips. One for me, another for the otherized local selfified long soul of Bena. Tripartite risky game for two of us. He liked to join, fingers held […]

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