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Parameters of paradoxes
If the word "fly" is taken into
consideration, it is evident that we are deemed to come across three
different letters immediately i.e. "F", "L" and "y". Now if we assume an
amount of morbid warmth in the midst of the first letter, the second is
destined to come up with the indication of a southerly breeze. That in
tandem leaves us with the last and final letter "y". But this might not
be worthwhile mentioning, is not the last of the English letters. In
between the difference of the 26th and 25th letter a whole Scottish lake
could be fitted in. And a Scottish lake is always synonymous to a
monster. And if this word "monster" remind me of Jurassic Park I presume
no one would... So, therefore it is very conclusive to conclude that
birds are related to dinosaurs. This theory is actually a law and highly
praised scientifically though one distinct humming-bird may not quiet
agree. Yet, you might not be utterly surprised to know that there is no
"Y" in a humming-bird.
Paradoxes of job status
Some differences are executed without
slightest error and some are held high on national masts. And yet there
are quite a few who tend to engulf headlines. Beware! Our sources are
incompetent to the extent of reality. They mutter, they flutter; they
yield up luck or disgrace. Your laughter, your tears can use up prints,
costly. Help lines are plentiful, so are well-wishers. Enjoy!
Paradoxes of healer
spray
Let there be light and the healer spray
would indulge itself to induction, and all these by mere default. So,
it's clear that we are at present left with a vigorous bow and it's
inferior arrowhead. In between are grasses of freedom sandwiched or
stuffed with prospective prey. Pray, let your time come too soon.
Paradoxes of
Lovemaking
Lovemaking is not illegitimate, but
illegitimate love is. Now, these are just med. link of words which, when
dipped into the loch of uncertainty gives birth to a series of humming
birds. Nectar is what you are thinking of at this right moment? Well I
meant stability or apparent stagnation or better still, a bird. This
speculative paradox of intellect is what it is all about. Pass it and
there's a crunched dodo in that corner, sustain it and you will start
from the very beginning of this superficial piece. Amen!
Homely paradox
Everything falls into its corresponding
place no matter you like it or not. There’s a backspace of logic that
might be hard to explain if a circle is placed on the table. This is
simply because a sub – aquatic dolphin sits heavily over it. It’s its
nest, home sweet home.
Paradox of a horse
carriage
Generally a horse carriage is thoroughly
brisk, depending upon the quality an amount of goods it is carrying. On
the other hand a fine -tuned Mercedes Benz is hardly depended upon its
load in relation to its net speed. If this is true, we can always
indulge ourselves into the complex analysis of comparative motion at
random. But it’s a completely different aspect of study that whenever a
Mercedes Benz is placed behind a horse carriage, the Benz seemingly gets
quite influenced by its speed, but alternately in the very reverse
situation the truth itself gets reversed too. But as I said earlier,
it’s a completely different aspect of study.
The bedbug paradox
I have never been out of my land, so it
is, as a result, very inconvenient for me to know the wholesome
situation of the threatening bedbug problem in your state of affairs.
Out here in my perimeter, it is real, like politics, so to say.
Now, these nocturnal menace guys always tend to bring out the poet in
one, in this case, myself. I do relentlessly confess that it’s the
bedbugs that kept me awake in the hours of darkness forcing poetry. Then
the truth erupts like elements and often affidavits it to the brink of
oblivion. Look Sir, these bedbugs bug a lot. True. These varmints should
be deemed and doomed for concentration camps. Truer. Their existence
itself in this civilized globe is next to high sacrilege, irrelevance.
Truest.
But behold! Here’s a bit of Word’s Worth for you Sir-
Everything they do is induced by hunger, probably, isn’t it?
Though this is a pretty naive way of looking at things. It is. And also
evokes questions. Anyway, truth should always be simple, well defined,
unpretentious and obviously tailor-made. Yes!
Poems on this page © Sabyasachi
Roy
2005-2006

Primarily a vernacular poet in Bengali. Started writing in English
lately. Selected for publication in Quintessence, Dicey Brown,
Mindfire Renewed, The Potomac, Poetry Salzburg Review, 13th
Warrior, Malleable jangle, Underground Window,
TMP Irregular,
Real 8, Firstwriter, Indianest, Citizen Culture and in
Virtual Writer.
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