Prerona Dutta   (Alter Egos)
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A math maniac having a way with words!
Joined 6 December 2016


A math maniac having a way with words!
Joined 6 December 2016
30 JAN AT 8:34

Every now and then,
One ought to find a release
To grow and sustain.

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29 DEC 2023 AT 22:12

*Happy New Year*

This year's end feels bittersweet
Just as every previous one,
A sense of closure now giving way
To a fresh start with the rising sun.

This juncture evokes a myriad thoughts,
For many this is when you look back;
If weighing your gains against losses,
Remember to cut yourself some slack.

As for me and maybe more,
Nothing really changes much;
Yet it does, when caressed slow
By the fading year's lone spirit's touch.

Heart swells with joy and fear alike,
Brain's started listing things to do;
Hoping to be a better self
Until next year, then start anew!

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16 DEC 2023 AT 0:15

There's something about winter
That I hate but can't ignore,
It's that time of the year again
When body and mind feel sore.
It doesn't help to think
It's only December now,
'Cause the worst is yet to come,
Let's bring out the snow plough!

December's like a hug
With the jingle bells and lights,
Spirits on a festive high
While hot cocoa heals frostbites.
It's the sweetest of preludes
That entices one to dream
Of joyous beginnings
That transport hope through every beam.

Just as each night's reveries
Fade into oblivion with morn
Soon the plush blanket unwraps
Leaving one cold, cracked and forlorn.
January's like punishment
For crimes I'm yet to commit,
Forcing the cheeriness of ere
To take a fatal numbing hit.

The dreary days grow dark
Before they can be planned or spent,
The body wishes to hibernate
Like many a reptile or rodent.
However that doesn't work out,
So one has to hang on for dear life,
Invoking spring as I often do
To weather through every other strife.

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3 OCT 2023 AT 17:59

There is often a great urge
To just stand or sit or lie,
And do absolutely nothing,
Only watch the hours fly.

This could be an inner voice
Telling us to take a break
As it's often overwhelming
Beyond as much we can take.

It might not be a bad choice
To pay heed to such a call,
When all else sends one spiralling
Down into a free fall.

The key to doing this right
Is to know when it is time
To snap back out of it,
Once the mind feels cleared of grime.

Else languor sneaks up slow,
Yet faster than you'd think
Pulling you into a sinkhole
Before so much as a blink.

Take a minute when you need,
Or as much time it takes;
Better efforts and outputs 
Come with well-deserved breaks.

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8 AUG 2023 AT 20:10

A tree stood tall
In the prime of its crimson hue,
Leaves humming and fluttering,
Secretly hoping to be able to fly
Till one fine day
Floating in the chill and gloating
Over the misery of others looking on,
One of them went adrift -
For a fraction of a second,
Before it saw the ground approaching.
It tried flapping its imaginary wings
In a frantic effort to make
The moment of glory last a little longer,
Only to come to terms with the ultimate treachery.
Those wings were but false promises
Made by the whispering winds
Cashing in on its deep-seated desire
To move ahead, leaving all behind.

Just as its browned nose touched the ground,
The perishing leaf realized
How a lifetime had passed,
In trying to edge past others in a race
Where one could only fall,
But even then, it was not prepared
To go down before the rest.

The last thing that the leaf saw
Before being swept into a rusty dust pan,
Was another of its delusional kind
Let go of a branch,
And begin spiralling down in its footsteps.

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4 AUG 2023 AT 1:54

The feeling of impending doom is quite enchanting
If one isn't about to be engulfed by it.
It begins with a pinch of doubt
Going on a mindless stroll,
Eventually chancing upon leftovers
Of an 'Eat Me' cake
That Alice left behind in Wonderland.
As apprehensions swell
Into an anisotropic monstrosity,
One loses almost every recollection
Of how it all commenced.

Thoughts are autotrophic in nature;
Propagating, proliferating on their own,
Usually commanded by none.
One could squander hours worth lifetimes,
Pondering over the workings
Of one's own self.
Every insecurity no matter how miniscule
Triggers the 'fight or flight' instinct.
However, the urge to 'wait and watch' often supercedes,
Until circumstances spiral out of control.

If one could assess objectively,
The natural progression of cause and effect
Within the framework of the mind
Provides fascinating fodder for contemplation.
In fact, even when things appear to be falling apart,
It borders on exuding a sense of fulfilment,
If the consequences are well-deserved.
Such is the mystifying nature
Of the inner being,
That it dares to find beauty, albeit fleeting
In the face of imminent misery,
Regardless of what is yet to unfold.

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27 JUL 2023 AT 23:30

The desire to rhyme is tough to beat
When one lives and breathes in a rhythm.
I try my hand at free verse every now and then;
Even though the lines turn out to be meaningful
Somehow there is less joy in it.

Fitting thoughts into a scheme
Does not necessarily limit them,
Rather enhances one's expression.
Often rounding off sharp corners,
It makes bitter pills easier to swallow
Nonetheless delivering the intended impact.

Penning down random musings
Happens almost involuntarily.
That is the reason why
However hard I try,
I fall back on a meter
Which can never deter
Pouring my heart out on the fly.

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27 JUL 2023 AT 2:02

I would often write
About lakes, walks, birds and bees,
For it is undeniable
Nature induces inner peace.
Lately there's a shift
As I find buildings inspire too,
Routine and daily traffic
Could yield a creative breakthrough!

Does this make me less
Of a lover of the wild?
Surely not, as that is where
I hide my inner child.
However, duty calls!
There's a neverending list,
Always walking the tightrope
Between deadlines met and missed.

When left bottled for too long,
The mind finds new avenues
To let pent up thoughts aflow
In any way it may choose.
A different perspective
Could make monotony sublime!
That is what I'm out seeking,
To make the most of my scant time.

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1 MAY 2022 AT 8:38

This May feels as it sounds,
Hopes and uncertainties abound.
Life may never be the same,
It's time to prepare for end game;
To buckle up and hold on tight
And rely strongly on foresight,
Living moments as they come
Bringing joy and fear and some;
Often being in denial too
Wishing desires follow through,
Looking for a ray of light
Willing things work, they just might.

This is like any other May,
Or another month on any day,
For unbeknownst we're always hung
In a balance with surprises sprung.
If we've stayed afloat so long
There's miles to go before a swan song,
It's etched in us to fight to the end
And cruise past every scary bend;
For life's about finding our needs
And fulfilling them with good deeds,
Thus we wake up every day
To lead our lives through come what May.

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9 APR 2022 AT 21:16

What is it about faith that turns people blind to truth?
A guiding lamp misconstrued as the object of pursuit!
Beliefs came into being meant as some kind of ‘life hack’
To help navigate our way hoping someone has our back.

This too isn’t without flaws like anything man-made
Only few understood in-depth the purpose of this aid.
The rest tossed around this notion, shattering and distorting,
Then each picked up a fragment molded to one’s own liking.

Ages passed in a flash, reason dwindled over time
And broken pieces of faith got obscured by dust and grime.
Now all we hear around is how we need to fight
To protect our views of what we think is right.

Believers of each faith preach hate for all the rest,
Lured into believing it’s in their best interest.
If it were to happen that the Messiahs were reborn,
They would hang their heads in shame looking at what we have done.

The languages might differ but the sense conveyed was one,
Somehow lost in translation, is now remembered by none.
So is it faith that divides? No, it is always our Pole Star
To help steer our voyage based on how evolved we are.

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