The Deep Sleep

Questions were asked, Answers denied;
I slept, slept and slept.

Darkness transpired, Light expired;
I slept, slept and slept.

Winter arrived, Spring passed;
I slept, slept and slept.

Dreams blossomed, Hope suffered;
I slept, slept and slept.

Happiness knocked, Wounds hollered;
I slept, slept and slept.

Songs were sung, Tears oozed;
I slept, slept and slept.

Love happened, Separation followed;
But –
On the bed of Arrogance,
With the soft pillow of Ignorance,
I slept, slept and slept.


By: NovoneeL ChakrabortY

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I chose to tell stories not because I was in a habit to do so since childhood. A catapulted result of a cavalcade of bad luck (causing incomparable and ineffable internal suffering) had eventually helped me to meet and express the real me.

And whenever I ask myself about the significance of suffering (as in what I gained by it) my within repeatedly comes out with one answer: you were always what you are. Suffering only increased the font size of your innate belongings just to the limit so that you can understand and express them well.

Really well.

By: NovoneeL ChakrabortY

The Address

His Heart

C/O Her Heartbeats

First Sight Villa,

Sleepless Nights Avenue,

(Landmark: Tears Tower and Internal Pain Shop)

Phone Call Block, Weekend Date Building,

14, February Gift Lane,

Right turn from Trust Crossing (Away from Break-Off Cafe);

Opposite Flirt Market.

In front of Honesty and Care Salon.

P.O: HUGS & KISSES ; DIST: RESPECT

LOVE STORY – 2009

United Soul for Marriage.

By: NovoneeL ChakrabortY