My Book is now in paperback

My book ‘ Leader of Millions‘ is now available on paperback edition.

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A struggling writer

I do some odd jobs just because of some money,

But Jobs are boring and killing creativity of mine,

I hate to obey someone’s order,

I hate to restrict myself within the boundary make by other.

Job never gives me satisfaction,

Writing gives me pleaser,

but no enough wealth for bread and butter . . .

Stories satisfy my creativity,

I get claps and appreciation,

But I don’t get money to survive this material Nation…

With empty stomach I write some poem and stories,

Nights after nights passed with some characters,

I narrate my all emotion and imagination in pen and paper,

Without even reading it Publishers send me rejection letters…

Parents want money now,

Girlfriend’s parents need a service,

But who convince my heart,

who has found happiness from stories . . .

I’m an idiot now say my friends,

And I’m a Rascal for my parents,

My classmates now become job holder,

Proudly mention designation of them in Facebook and twitter,

They wear tie and put their company identity card with honor,

Talking about their meeting, targets and workloads,

But still I’m just a struggling writer…

Eclectic Moods: Spotlight: The Revenge Of Gandhi’s Follower by BP Senapati and Durgesh Nandini Das

https://ministryofmagik.blogspot.in/2017/08/spotlight-revenge-of-gandhis-follower.html?m=1

Spotlight post about my book ‘ The revenge of Gandhi’s follower’

A good man!

Suffer of my life till not end,

Struggle continues from many years.

Survival is the biggest huddle for me,

Service in corporate couldn’t give me any satisfaction,

To do something different from other I gave resignation…

I wrote some stories which give me pleaser,

But not getting fame or wealth in sudden…

Some criticized that I’m not the boy with talent,

For Some I’m not workaholic like them,

I’m not romantic according to my girlfriend,

My dressing scene is not good according to her friends,

For my parents I am not a perfect son,

who can’t give them money at end of every month,

I’m a greedy man for my sister,

Who has never gifted her anything like other brothers,

Still I’m a good man eyes of everyone,

But only being good is not sufficient in this material world…

A struggling writer

I do some odd jobs just because of some money,

But Jobs were boring and kill creativity of mine,

I hate to obey someone’s order,

I hate to restrict myself within the boundary make by other.

Jobs never give me satisfaction,

Writing gives me pleaser,

but no enough wealth for bread and butter . . .

Stories satisfy my creativity,

I get claps and appreciation,

But I don’t get money to survive this material Nation…

With empty stomach I write some poem, stories and novels,

Nights after nights passed with some characters,

I narrate my all emotion and imagination in pen and paper,

Without even reading it Publishers send me rejection letters…

Parents want money now,

Girlfriend’s parents need a service,

But who convince my heart,

who has found happiness from stories . . .

I’m an idiot now say my friends,

And I’m a Rascal for my parents,

My classmates now become job holder,

Proudly mention designation of them in Facebook and twitter,

They wear tie and put their company identity card with honor,

Talking about their meeting, targets and workloads,

But still I’m just a struggling writer…

Love story which you mayn’t like

I

Sometime I could remember my beautiful days with her,

When we were in love…

I remember the day when I had proposed her,

I still remembered our first kiss,

first touch of her lips,

and smell of her hair…

I was waiting for her outside of her street,

to go to park and eat ice-cream.

We searched a place where we wouldn’t be notice,

Where we could kiss each other and do some romance,

Without caught by anyone’s eyes….

II

Her parents weren’t accepting our relation,

So she broke up with me without any discussion,

My few days of passed with tear and pain,

Few days passed with depression stage,

Most painful days was the day of her marriage,

And when I watched her photos with her husband,

She called me few days before marriage,

And invited me as a friend…

I told formally that I would come definitely,

To end the conversation between us …

I don’t know actually she had ever loved me or not,

May be I was just a doll for her,

To whom she threw out from life after playing a lot,

after feeling bore,

But the problem is still I loved her,

still I love her…

I am a common man

I’m the one who prison inside his own house,

Lock myself and make high walls around..

I’m the one, who can see the whole universe,

But choose a well to live with my restricted vision…

I ‘m the idiot,

who play games from both sides,

And lastly declare myself as the looser…

I’m the one, who cut my legs before even race would start,

And come last without present of any one…

I’m the one, who say himself as king,

But choose the life of a slave…

I’m the one, who knows the right path,

But still choose the wrong one to walk…

I’m the one who knows his ability but scare to use it,

I’m the one, who loves to fly but choose a cage to live…

Do you know who I’m?

I’m the common man…

Interview with Author – B P Senapati

Hi everyone, this is my first ever author interview.

https://bookgoodies.com/interview-with-author-b-p-senapati/

Love and complications

Do you remember our first date?

Our first kiss and my purpose,

Those days were beautiful times of mine,

Which I can never forget in my life,

That day I’d felt I got my dream partner,

With whom I could spend my whole life in your love…

What happens to us now?

Why our nights don’t pass without a fight?

From where such complication came,

Why we hate each other now….

Still I love you a lot,

I know you love me equally too,

Then why our life become a fight zone,

Where we are fighting each other like an enemy,

I fall love with your smile,

From last few month I have being seeing only your eyes with tear,

I can’t understand what’s wrong I have done,

Please tell me where I ain’t wrong….

I want you as my better half

I expect you near me when I ‘m in trouble,

At my dining table with my kids,

With my parents when they need…

I dream you in my bed,

Where we love each other whole night,

after close the light,

A bed tea with you every morning,

although we have some fight …

I need a kiss in every morning,

While go to work,

Want to take gift for you to make you laugh . . .

When we’ll become old,

I want a cup of coffee from your hands,

Little love and care,

I want you to play with our gland children,

And also want to see their marriage,

I want to spend my whole life with you,

I want you as my better half . . .