Hridoy Mahanta

blogs from Nagaon

Hues'
Glisten and strew Morning hues'. Go through the covert And spray the latitudes. Drip in wet leaves, Tone the dust, Spatter the lake, and Scatter into the rays of the sun. Hue me; Give colors to a dream!
Posted on 17 May 2015 | 6:09 pm
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Illusion was myself
I wished! I could! Now, I slap myself, For the fever. Fever inflicted by me. On me! Like I was still falling, For an ant I trampled decades back. I don't want to be good, Anymore, Nomore. I want to pipe out; Streams to the crops; Of the present. Make happiness. I take the second choice, I go with yo...
Posted on 5 January 2015 | 2:35 am
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My Devil
"Image is everything, everything is image!" Well, if you're only going to chuckle by the humor of Ranbir's scene, you'll miss something. Maybe not something what you should compulsively be interested in, but something that gleams in my stand. For me it's a substance that creates driving forces in my...
Posted on 26 October 2014 | 1:38 am
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