A MICRO POEM

"Smile is the name of a village below the lips

tear is the name of a river below the eyes

Love is the name of the ocean beneath the heart

life is the name of an oasis in the desert of despair"

...........SAROJ SAMAL

 MY NOVEL AT A GLANCE

Sometimes things so happen in life that I feel, before my journey starts,the road ends.The serpentine river of love was started in our life when I met you long ago ,while ,i was at 24 and you were at 21.Since that time ,the earth has revolved round the sun 17 times.We have reached at the middist of youth.our love has been cooled down and pacified,has become plane and wave-less just like mid ocean.Today while I saw you alone in your office, after a prolonged period of time,i sensed the same feeling in you for me.Today i feel ,your age has not progressed and the flowing river of time has become stationary before you.....................................You are the sweet memories of my past,you are the happy torment of my present and you will be the dreamy rainbow of my future.You are my pure and pristine love and you are the endless Spring of my life and you are the ceaseless rainfall of memory while the summer like your husband gives you company...............27-11-2015

A PARAGRAPH OF MY NEW NOVEL

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The mistakenly thought "never-ending" love-story of our life ended one-day suddenly and substantially.I parted company from you because of the mounting parental pressure of getting me married to a man who was highly placed and professionally settled.I forgot the sweet memories and end-less past of our life.Hence forward ,your heart started speaking the voice of voiceless and your eyes started wearing the spectacles of speechlessness and infidelity.You blamed me as a betrayer and heartless lady.But hey my sweet past,believe me,your sweet memories with me,make me combust internally,even today.But ,I am sure you will never come to my rescue to subside my internal combustion.Because,I am the legal wife of another man and all lovers are intolerant to the husbands of their past lady-lovers.

My sweet past........Have you ever thought about my endless internal combustion?Have you ever thought about my dualistic and dialectial .position?No man on the surface of the earth will be able to comprehend this incomprehensible feeling and no one will be able to deciphere this undecephered thought.And how can I expect you to understand it?Because you are my cruel,rude and inextinguishable past.You are my unseen torment.But believe me,I could not get the man ,i intended and the man i got in my life that i have never ever intended .Eventually ,you became the winner,of course, of not winning me.And I became the loser,of course,of not losing property,prosperity ,purpose,possibilities and material comfort.............

SOME PARAGRAPHS FROM MY NOVEL...................SAROJ SAMAL 07-12-2015

A TRIBUTE TO GANDHIJEE

A TRIBUTE TO GANDHIJI........................................

30th jan 1948,NATHURAM GODSE'S bullets finished M K GANDHI.OVER THE LAST 67 YEARS ,INDIAN NATION HAS BEEN REMEMBERING,COMMEMORATING,GANDHIJI,the iconic leader,the propounder and practitioner of the theory of "CHANGING THE HEART OF ENEMY" on the eve of " MARTYR'S DAY".
But in today's India,the intensity of intolerance is growing,the pace of violence is accelerating ,identity politics is proliferating and unsustainable model of growth is Precipitating........
Has the nation really internalized GANDHISM?Has the nation really taken Gandhism so seriously? The way our political class behaves,the way our apolitical intelligentsia thinks and the way our politicised masses act,it seems to me as if GANDHI has become the relic of the past,something an embarassment to to India's road to globalisation and development.

...........SAROJ SAMAL