the wind blew as the hell hugged my dreams,
every othr thing but u, moves into a mesmerizing trance,
breathe paused n d blood frozen....,
the pain succumbs to the thrill of nothingness in life...
Time that nevr was,
time that nevr will be,
yet i be wat i am..
in darkness ,in brightness,
i m eternal ...i m the eternity,of the unkwn...
yet i be wat i am..in darkness,in brightness.
That dark room,
That poet sitting beyond the horizon of a dark unsettled dawn,
Those shadowy eves and those images in the mind...
The cacophony of your thoughts perplexed my soul!!
I could let u go,
I couldn't let my soul go...
...but i am too sarcastic and frozen now.
I need to rest.
In Asmita's words ... "Onubhutir jaega nei Obhimaan...
tobu aborton obiroto
cholte thake choltei thake...
...obhimaaner jaega nei klanti..."
http://mon-arshi.blogspot.com/2008/07/ses-hoy.html
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4 comments:
sarcasm is a part of our frustation....but honestly u can overcome it sweetheart...blv me i know u can........i know it hurts..it hurts very hard....i know....i really do.....still i blv there is a limit to everything.....there should be....and the limit should be decided by u.....and i know u will....i know time mattres...but time will come....
exactly asmita...actually i had written this piece long back for a frnd who was very upset then...but today felt it is also applicable to me...
sarcasms make u soooo bitter!!
times will change...if they dont...i'll change them
time will oneday translate the memories of the fading dawn and the poet beyond into nothing but just a passby in life....time my dear is the greatest healer....patience is the virtue
yes i still remember shedin tor baarir cchade raat e boshecchilam jedin..u said...that time is d best teacher.
indeed so
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