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Parameters of paradoxes


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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