Sunday, April 7, 2013

Disposable Hums

1


Whenever you leave me alone and go away
I hear the same ancient gong beyond the bamboo groves.
A pensive whistle in the crickets’ neighborhood.
I dare not to keep myself with me.
I have least faith on me.
It would ever better to fall in love with a thief or a dacoit.


2
Words are incredible. Sometimes you try to get rid of the crowded words. Since you are fine with a particular word why do you need so many flamboyant words around. And the very next moment you are restlessly searching for a particular word, the word that is missing, or may be a word that have not been invented ever yet. Dear, you are just a name, a word, pardon me... I am very much ambivalent just like any other word invented on earth... 

3
On my roof no sun comes, only the clouds gossip across the year.
My staircases do not lead me to up, only i can go down like a one way escalator.
My cloths, buckets and all the belongings just get heavier day by day.
I cannot embrace them anymore, neither can I throw them up.
I have a similar habit with Moushumi Bhowmik: kicchu phelti paari na... 

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