<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475343690475866799</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 25 Oct 2024 08:53:53 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Poetry</category><category>Sadness</category><category>Love</category><category>Me</category><category>Bengali</category><category>Haiku</category><category>Movies</category><category>Relationship</category><category>Life</category><category>Memories</category><category>Art</category><category>Obituary</category><category>Writing</category><category>Facebook</category><category>Video</category><category>Darap</category><category>Friendship</category><category>Harry Potter</category><category>Literature</category><category>Pelling</category><category>Quote</category><category>Reading</category><category>Sikkim</category><category>Travelogue</category><category>Alan Rickman</category><category>Anger</category><category>Batman</category><category>Blogging</category><category>Calcutta</category><category>Classic</category><category>Conversation</category><category>Death</category><category>Dreams</category><category>Gulzar</category><category>Health</category><category>Heath Ledger</category><category>Humor</category><category>IndiBlogger</category><category>Jared Leto</category><category>Joker</category><category>Just Saying</category><category>LGBT</category><category>Marriage</category><category>Meetup</category><category>Monologues</category><category>Mother</category><category>Music</category><category>Nature</category><category>Professor Snape</category><category>Religion</category><category>Rock</category><category>Shayari</category><category>Social Media</category><category>Songs</category><category>Srijato</category><category>Story</category><category>Tarantino</category><category>Trailer</category><category>Warner Bros</category><category>Women</category><title>Confessions of a Forced Extrovert</title><description>The silent monologues.</description><link>http://tiluda.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Rajtilak Bhattacharjee)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>108</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><language>en-us</language><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle>The silent monologues.</itunes:subtitle><itunes:owner><itunes:email>noreply@blogger.com</itunes:email></itunes:owner><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475343690475866799.post-732019197330402581</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Oct 2021 09:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2021-10-17T19:14:53.526+05:30</atom:updated><title>New Post</title><atom:summary type="text">ms-settings:recovery</atom:summary><link>http://tiluda.blogspot.com/2021/10/new-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rajtilak Bhattacharjee)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475343690475866799.post-9000237939347728255</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Feb 2016 18:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-02-25T23:42:23.639+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poetry</category><title>10.</title><atom:summary type="text">
If my entire universe
was all but a dot
on the map of my life,
it would still have
your name on it.</atom:summary><link>http://tiluda.blogspot.com/2016/02/10.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rajtilak Bhattacharjee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIbwQY3O8wioU1SMTCfBH44zSZlhj4IBs0C92Sz55zOF3O7AduqrT2I46VLVAu_hZeR0e5-U3NE4IIA7chYIAMW0bDOydYgdTxgbN1VUoyM3i_jLWdTQB924yrT1vMIlR1gf9ZMuYR7irX/s72-c/ws_Couple_In_Love_Monochrome_1920x1200.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475343690475866799.post-1052184555110323335</guid><pubDate>Sun, 31 Jan 2016 16:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-01-31T21:58:41.964+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poetry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sadness</category><title>9.</title><atom:summary type="text">
No one will come to my rescue
if I start walking, buck
naked, in this cold, damp
night in the mountains.
However, it would be a good
excuse to leave the ego,
and bitterness behind,
along with my clothes.</atom:summary><link>http://tiluda.blogspot.com/2016/01/9.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rajtilak Bhattacharjee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmQJa3CQGQNL0yTuNaTEpdaAbmWlgxs1heQvzs3vvquV7U3Re3ICzthKNzZMJdKJwZhf-5IgjqaCs5E7J7nyEx5i7iidyv9RA5ftslVvyi1Nf8FgJL4q6FGk9YnoIV9cHhNE9vzNUiYc2Y/s72-c/photo_04_hires.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475343690475866799.post-4199423603394795184</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Jan 2016 16:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-01-26T21:57:27.752+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poetry</category><title>8.</title><atom:summary type="text">
She always knew
that a woman's skin
melted at the touch
of her lover,
what she didn't know
was, that she had
fallen in love with
a naked flame.</atom:summary><link>http://tiluda.blogspot.com/2016/01/8.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rajtilak Bhattacharjee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUryM179EBZcVxWp9NAe7of55XLEZCbXBeT0AWEcfK6L7VXDUZsJQFmeaiMG_uKtGy43vlsDkNurTbOzzCbSeAbNBfUFyLOAnHVZO7yCq37BP1dGPd57OoeLgc5oyr7pdXeM71PTe5i770/s72-c/pic723.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475343690475866799.post-6030878798594873090</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Jan 2016 07:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-01-26T12:47:15.565+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Art</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poetry</category><title>Ars Gratia Artis</title><atom:summary type="text">
And you kept telling me
that for you to fall
in love with me,
I should be able to
appreciate art.

I need to visit the
museum,
grow a taste in
good movies,
listen to some
old school rock,
that I should be
able to appreciate
Beethoven and Mozart
with equal ease,
I should visit an opera
once in a while,
sit through the Aria,
which I did.
All of them.

And love did happen.
I did fall in love,
madly</atom:summary><link>http://tiluda.blogspot.com/2016/01/ars-gratia-artis.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rajtilak Bhattacharjee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNTVS0VOnMLTkOjRyJTjdEg8JNFelx0fjMNF6iuIbLPKfCBdT3CrWmUroHIEdtMGbRKY3W3k-E-Lm6nDnw4vyhzi9zE25hH1622Stdwh7nIYePsF6ozKI6-fONEGgFt5_t6UmFti6yPE1n/s72-c/tumblr_nfw5dyJHPe1qjea47o1_500.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475343690475866799.post-74756450002769469</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Jan 2016 17:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-01-20T22:49:11.868+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poetry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sadness</category><title>Mine</title><atom:summary type="text">
I have been
many things
in my life,
"a passing phase",
"just a friend",
"not my type",
"downright ugly", and
my favorite,
"a second choice".
Yet, I was
a failure
because after
all these
I could never
become "mine".</atom:summary><link>http://tiluda.blogspot.com/2016/01/mine.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rajtilak Bhattacharjee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRLccHc55MauNPU_XftDRWRIRkksxfeF-QUdnXyuDeeBwfmhaPgHpdewCXcbaMMoo4hEEwRfBkTmg6gVjFvqIKQL_dIebzHx_730uToFqazZExeHgGshMHNscoAYzPaswiWc70v5NBK5zr/s72-c/art-beautiful-draw-drawing-Favim.com-2534438.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475343690475866799.post-4379456830773255498</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Jan 2016 18:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-01-18T23:41:37.396+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Nature</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poetry</category><title>The Abyss</title><atom:summary type="text">
"And when you gaze long into an abyss the abyss also gazes into you." - Friedrich Nietzsche​

And the more
I looked
up to the sky,
I realized
she was looking
right back
at me, I was
her abyss.</atom:summary><link>http://tiluda.blogspot.com/2016/01/the-abyss.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rajtilak Bhattacharjee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAvYVdrkzsqV83RPlIzsIoFzEN4ABzTqESlrmgM_DxmZwBdxQ1YrWDU_wKFaS8Nq5vG4X4OzPS2ON57duO6fhGRt8BExvZGCejGdCQqpxa6OD4qAjreYxy2Yurf8kcsHTs5A7dm1MdnZ5V/s72-c/400181-our-universe-and-more-moon-and-stars.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475343690475866799.post-253312162738383523</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Jan 2016 16:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-01-14T21:32:29.054+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Alan Rickman</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Harry Potter</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Obituary</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Professor Snape</category><title>Orbituary: Alan Rickman</title><atom:summary type="text">
Today, my best friend
died.

He was

a mentor,
a brother,
a teacher,

and

an epitome of
being
true
to the love
unfulfilled,

even

after all this time,
always!

Rest In Peace Alan Rickman. You'll always be missed Professor Snape.</atom:summary><link>http://tiluda.blogspot.com/2016/01/orbituary-alan-rickman.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rajtilak Bhattacharjee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWYJz3LYZ6oQsr8IHonfENWEyg5eq40yikZqaW92fbBhJJBmuyLaDWqq5G6QYRfhCVULcl_bjcXzbubMzT4ffYeX-PusyJr2rcElUNRGrl7zchritEOHNNpozw2H9zf0ORVcIcA9nZYFv3/s72-c/Alan_Rickman_x4.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475343690475866799.post-5547182403482656923</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Dec 2015 18:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-12-20T23:46:19.163+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Me</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Obituary</category><title>2015: An Eulogy</title><atom:summary type="text">
Now that the year 2015 is coming to an end, it is only fair to write it a fitting eulogy.

This was one of the most important years of my life. It was tough one to begin with, but it reshaped me into someone I never thought I could be.

It was a year which helped me take some life changing decisions, and drastic measures.

This was the year where some people, who I thought were very close to me,</atom:summary><link>http://tiluda.blogspot.com/2015/12/2015-eulogy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rajtilak Bhattacharjee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1uAMrtRtarAVWQR-loxPd15Xl9V1BSbEgu4RUPJV3-UBD7PHFmGJ8pmWYwiKKGMmNQ1f0f1kfWilbQ6cjgksNEl7nKMkja3BqlO5kCxFfj2zWg94aU0TBPFU-SbaExtO3x72k2KzWJlc_/s72-c/Charles+Bukowski%2527s+Top+10+Life+Lessons.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475343690475866799.post-9012560946975185415</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Dec 2015 03:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-12-12T09:00:00.869+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poetry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Relationship</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sadness</category><title>7.</title><atom:summary type="text">
Unlike life,
objects in the
mirror are
closer than
they appear.</atom:summary><link>http://tiluda.blogspot.com/2015/12/poetry-about-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rajtilak Bhattacharjee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZSXJ6Vs6SMaQpVAc0-Al-zhoGxmFPrC0dX5qnYH0F9WHdy6N24SYwfbj30pu2fv8hPWQLWbSX-FUKBBKk5QCvbSneMZNQM5psFxTYyIDPUby8dSa91G889Qoy7MiL_rTqGCYke-yWUjL0/s72-c/tumblr_l92fzxiqky1qa4l98.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475343690475866799.post-2448416700381575949</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Dec 2015 01:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-12-11T07:00:00.810+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poetry</category><title>6.</title><atom:summary type="text">
When
love and melancholy
are the only two
colors of ink
that I have,
is it a wonder
that I find poetry
everywhere.</atom:summary><link>http://tiluda.blogspot.com/2015/12/love-and-melancholy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rajtilak Bhattacharjee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeYtz7xlGEvDrBKAa7cXWvh_9xhhl01iV2VEUgkv0EbBK2e82e-b_tsaYlGmfZ_qAt8kDRJeC4qJUcLlQ8OZhhsVYbpIjFKwo_AtF37eLbXNaYQDf7-DChGQWPeIp12m4UJFJ7Rvnv4Wlz/s72-c/in-bed-the-kiss-1892.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475343690475866799.post-1425980962358204441</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Dec 2015 23:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-12-10T05:00:01.503+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poetry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Women</category><title>5.</title><atom:summary type="text">
I'll love you
if only
it's beautiful;
what you hold
underneath
those ribs.</atom:summary><link>http://tiluda.blogspot.com/2015/12/poetry-about-love-relationship.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rajtilak Bhattacharjee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0o2dI2cQfp6Q1iQ4xtMwOe8ij9Bt6c1-I55YYTj7VoPiyKoVqu-EMsG-dMkxcxxEH20YbveSZzCtbyoA9vq1f5uUggWaf86rHpR8qi7LBTZOGTMI1KSo3nPG5RJNX_4hQHgoz_mSknCLo/s72-c/3713f09a828e5ae9d7c2d7c4e06950b2.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475343690475866799.post-1840150990297776308</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Dec 2015 02:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-12-09T08:00:01.123+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Harry Potter</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Me</category><title>4.</title><atom:summary type="text">
If you were to cast
a Patronus,
will I ever be at the
back of your mind?</atom:summary><link>http://tiluda.blogspot.com/2015/12/poetry-harry-potter.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rajtilak Bhattacharjee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKdktUUxomKCmqJh8xANj5Yuv3nqytUrhVHyyw3gxdHoBBJH_2FiARPjzg5ENUL5R_eCz-AJJtmDpTau-8yye0y8HfQuB7npa7q3EB4WeAPruHwSparsH2xU6zX0Lc2pdOuikcgvA_dAS5/s72-c/pottermore-patronus-test-860x442.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475343690475866799.post-4242464558864203127</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2015 04:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-12-08T10:00:00.585+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poetry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sadness</category><title>3.</title><atom:summary type="text">
The bouquets you
so intricately design,
they never come
back to you.</atom:summary><link>http://tiluda.blogspot.com/2015/12/poems-about-unrequited-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rajtilak Bhattacharjee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp_4IfpVRou6NxTm6bkj6xdEhN565d6pYerkfo5YZUVlPY4V78KLvbm5jsySCJWAgOPk3gZEiXGrO9sUhmeS3Z9o9i6-mKnf3BuSZggxCTWLlEzzOsKD923FIfhAhlCoOUdACgDvODrrc_/s72-c/214592.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475343690475866799.post-8390118171244165471</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Dec 2015 03:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-12-07T08:30:06.027+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Death</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poetry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sadness</category><title>2.</title><atom:summary type="text">
You know what
I am afraid
of the most?
That someday
I would die, and
no one would know.</atom:summary><link>http://tiluda.blogspot.com/2015/12/poetry-on-death.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rajtilak Bhattacharjee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTrBax3P3_pvZoiakY2fQC536L948rxs7ZcfmzVX15WJwOpU_umWhK8b9ya-LF8V3JCnVO3qxyAAILwX1DORbHoDLPMOMo3F8SRstMN0hc_405MBCzHDVllu_OX9E9ukR03MEibm_9QJ9r/s72-c/10153.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475343690475866799.post-3374247556611428443</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Dec 2015 05:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-12-06T11:06:52.508+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Memories</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poetry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sadness</category><title>1.</title><atom:summary type="text">
I puked last night, after
I drank too much of you.
Your sickly, sweet taste
made me regurgitate all the
pain that she gave me as
a return gift for my love.
And when it was all over,
I was finally at peace.</atom:summary><link>http://tiluda.blogspot.com/2015/12/poetry-love-memories.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rajtilak Bhattacharjee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOGdey_JpG7s35d4IjK7amXEpaN07sVreulUDcPh1534Q1rJuurj5LXj6lxVV4KN3tSiH9fHnpYRovYc1T50lMJ2DeoY-CeFIYB19dLagqpOa5RaGh59fuSi_bz-aePwbU-F6WJsajg9lk/s72-c/puke_butterflies_by_x_612-d4ctfo1.png" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475343690475866799.post-8980547020360867084</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2015 16:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-11-05T22:02:45.257+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Me</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poetry</category><title>It's Not Easy To Be Me</title><atom:summary type="text">
It's not easy to be me,

because

I am ugly,
and for that I get
judged
everyday since
the time I wake up
every morning.

I am poor,
not of intellect
but of wealth, and
who in their right
mind needs anything
else otherwise.

I am insane,
where
deep inside my
mind I have a
constant conversation
with myself.

and

I am a poet,
and so
I am cursed.
For I see and dream
things which one
dare not.

and </atom:summary><link>http://tiluda.blogspot.com/2015/11/its-not-easy-to-be-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rajtilak Bhattacharjee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5FtHiHmyuiBTiiS_EQINEJ62lXtB9jC6NeWiViyg0ciKG38mhc447ICpho8QJtwW6cx9bkaJ9SiTFaOW5Sq64l73E7uIa3XZWvZx0RH5yxpQod3EVyXOi_x3MKRmntm8Ld5sP81I8jfv7/s72-c/ArtOfTheBrick_EricaAnnPhoto_NathanSawaya-152-FI-900vp.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475343690475866799.post-486803517875498479</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2015 16:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-11-04T21:40:14.592+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Memories</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poetry</category><title>How Can I Forget</title><atom:summary type="text">
They have a name
for my pain,
of learning that
there's no escape,
but I forgot the name.
Just like I forgot,
year ago, how to smile.
What I couldn't forget,
however, was how,
everytime your hand
brushed against mine,
a jolt of electric
ran down my spine.</atom:summary><link>http://tiluda.blogspot.com/2015/11/how-can-i-forget.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rajtilak Bhattacharjee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGl6E-r5GuQyIczBNgYcrEgeacVun21Bs9nohxXgpqDWCoRmVxRzMSx_XPNjsMlflPbi2D6Ol_5Vd5ulK8JUZoSDo69gsMM8NxPssSIEmqdv7WaMXyD1dwDhTehdBI5dcIJjPUsWZ9kV_I/s72-c/ws_Couple_In_Love_Monochrome_1920x1200.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475343690475866799.post-5328854649224249683</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Oct 2015 06:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-10-17T11:48:27.848+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Haiku</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Movies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poetry</category><title>Southpaw</title><atom:summary type="text">
They took away
Adrian this time.
Hope emerged.</atom:summary><link>http://tiluda.blogspot.com/2015/10/southpaw.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rajtilak Bhattacharjee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZseR9iSuCC_5eBTxOh99xFAuis5fuFtMPF-xLmRK2gNnLGLWBEDFD_immhZUfO8XxqtvMW1KvshNCKoXN3v5HS6g11w-akCpk4pSTmI-5CvORcQAixZboujmF4YVRC4MzXtfII6jxQqwL/s72-c/southpaw_movie+review.png" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475343690475866799.post-2411538083181692832</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Oct 2015 16:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-10-13T21:36:06.631+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poetry</category><title>You Are My World</title><atom:summary type="text">
I saw the earth dangling
from your left ear, and the
moon hanging on to your right.

Mars was sitting right next
to your navel. And the black hole
found its spot on your vagina.

Altair, and Bellatrix shone
brightly over your breasts, while
Ursa Major hovered on your ass.

And even though your mind
roamed in the farthest of the
galaxies of Arcturus, in love

You have become my universe,
and my </atom:summary><link>http://tiluda.blogspot.com/2015/10/you-are-my-world.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rajtilak Bhattacharjee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVyvgPSFskGw_p5cgTVw0oYmf1M2GkSAZEXNFnyeJDRkySE_qcTS6RQCh0MvcAcXDEK_qOkhDLc3mYKGbH70FkU64HIX8SsayaEcH06MtWwIoSj3nchAhr6rcRg_aVRb1wBduW2QOkMqVR/s72-c/Illustration+by+Silvia+Pelissero.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475343690475866799.post-407558384679490937</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Oct 2015 02:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-10-10T08:23:30.855+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poetry</category><title>Strings of Love</title><atom:summary type="text">
I'll let love pull out
each of my nerves and
attach them to your body,
and then, you and I,
we will create the most
beautiful tune ever!</atom:summary><link>http://tiluda.blogspot.com/2015/10/strings-of-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rajtilak Bhattacharjee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNr7mse62Au5-iD6Q-2geJggrjlr1Yn5sXujtIZT7rjt1Yiv2PMOJZgJAQE8QNUxd8OgqgM8s_AOw0L5CqXIcHJChspphVYtpKVnivsPeYMF5f7XXlfMtNSTgNZIu9Th1tlSui3-01iLJY/s72-c/couple.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475343690475866799.post-2159343501969289082</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Oct 2015 16:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-10-08T22:11:25.760+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poetry</category><title>Escape-aid</title><atom:summary type="text">
I want someone
to write me up,
to fill me up
or maybe I
just want Scotty
to beam me up.</atom:summary><link>http://tiluda.blogspot.com/2015/10/escape-aid.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rajtilak Bhattacharjee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv3dlq4lT3ZGrywvJNrtxp9IepAWWgRM4eH5geGnlLnhnQAQ7Rct8xAYku5B3EcDiWheDkRxkbcwuASDO5OR9eyRtbs5GXgCN5NVhLFr8yx53k-bArhf793QgttYt1ijbrC1y11pOGlUzY/s72-c/Escaping-reality.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475343690475866799.post-6837757347597065596</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Oct 2015 09:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-10-04T14:48:14.782+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poetry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Writing</category><title>Sapiosexual</title><atom:summary type="text">
Here I am,
holding all your
beauty in
one hand.

What will I
do with all
these beauty?
They but can't
feed me even
for a night!

Your words
on the other hand,
they can
make me forget
my hunger
forever.</atom:summary><link>http://tiluda.blogspot.com/2015/10/sapiosexual.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rajtilak Bhattacharjee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2DhfoJh19DBwmTXsWrfkV0vqjciHuOX1oDgi-EdRVHuMaxdSmufuEGqz7X-nfS_ABnBXNbg2-8-rcoAot0dDF7uweJLYGgPF878mYUnVyGxT7IWRxD4N2p4hTciRkIDI9HAcq1xy6Ineu/s72-c/6a00e54fcf7385883401a5117de827970c.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475343690475866799.post-6899735428429457638</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Oct 2015 00:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-10-03T06:15:55.800+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Haiku</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poetry</category><title>Icarus</title><atom:summary type="text">
I flew too high, and
the sun melted the wax.
God hates competition.</atom:summary><link>http://tiluda.blogspot.com/2015/10/icarus.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rajtilak Bhattacharjee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhn8r6ThgWdJukAhmzQSph7wrZXBVv1Ogb2pPc-FXhgJx8pXP4SmEYwBWd3kJNOf6Z7vec3d_eW4xSW4-n9aT8AGCz4UwbAVpxEjFx31m07-aiwPyDxWThPT9yzKefONagvluZVjDOW4yg/s72-c/icarus.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475343690475866799.post-400930270497691997</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Oct 2015 17:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-10-02T23:04:47.577+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poetry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sadness</category><title>Grief</title><atom:summary type="text">
If I sell you my grief,
be kind to them,
cause they have never
known happiness.

[Picture Courtesy: Level 67]</atom:summary><link>http://tiluda.blogspot.com/2015/10/grief.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rajtilak Bhattacharjee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqeO12ONAlvOpVHrGq12XNWVExy2zXa-7d7szs5F8Wow0zxW6vSfFtmMDSE1WLn3nHaQMc607OWfrEm0_cAJJXl8jnB1l1X1a0MKXETDsqnMO6wIXV9TmrxoshQcA8mdIRNvdLz-5flHoH/s72-c/grief_and_sorrow_by_level67-d5ks1vg.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>