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beyond twilight --
evening star
the first milestone

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September 01, 2016
More By: Dr. Kumarendra Mallick
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Welcome, Dr. Mallick :-)

alwaysaparna
09/12/2016 14:41 PM

Comment And there he keeps talking with the aliens marking the UFOs, udan khatolas.

Let us take Walter de la Mare's The Listeners:

‘Is there anybody there?’ said the Traveller,
Knocking on the moonlit door;
And his horse in the silence champed the grasses
Of the forest’s ferny floor:
And a bird flew up out of the turret,
Above the Traveller’s head:
And he smote upon the door again a second time;
‘Is there anybody there?’ he said.
But no one descended to the Traveller;
No head from the leaf-fringed sill
Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes,
Where he stood perplexed and still.
But only a host of phantom listeners
That dwelt in the lone house then
Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight
To that voice from the world of men:
Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair,
That goes down to the empty hall,
Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken
By the lonely Traveller’s call.
And he felt in his heart their strangeness,
Their stillness answering his cry,
While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf,
’Neath the starred and leafy sky;
For he suddenly smote on the door, even
Louder, and lifted his head:—
‘Tell them I came, and no one answered,
That I kept my word,’ he said.
Never the least stir made the listeners,
Though every word he spake
Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house
From the one man left awake:
Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup,
And the sound of iron on stone,
And how the silence surged softly backward,
When the plunging hoofs were gone.

bijay kant dubey
09/03/2016 00:32 AM

Comment The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
---Robert Frost in Stopping By The Woods On A Snowy Evening

bijay kant dubey
09/02/2016 22:21 PM

Comment Thank you, Aparna for this lovely illustration.

kumarendramallick
09/02/2016 10:20 AM

Comment Thank you, Bijay babu for watching the evening star. You are always there to cheer me.

kumarendramallick
09/02/2016 10:19 AM

Comment Let us go home and other stories,
The darkness enveloping,
Silence bewitching,
Milestones denoting the way.


A star-gazer, a khagolshastri

bijay kant dubey
09/01/2016 22:08 PM




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