The million slivers of moon
That laid scattered on the crest of the sea
Were counted fervently, with a mad glee
By someone resolving not to miss one of them...
The same person
During the last winter rains
Had wondered if she is sane
As she wept, thinking of old,mullioned windows,grim
And a child, who used to while watching pours,dream .....
Now the puerile idiot
Doubts about that you have need not
Has moist eyes again, for her noetic sojourn
Of a heart break, nay, a thousand heart breaks and frown
That comprised, will morph into memories
Soon.
4 comments:
jak, tor farewell piece tao lekha hoye gelo. Ar ki, amar o gyan debar ekta lok kome gelo. All the lazy second and third term afternoons, spent with blogs, mails, chat and orkut...the make believe is over, reality awaits us out there.
As the poet said,
" mor lagi koriyo na shok,
Amar royechhe kormo, amar royechhe bishwalok."
slivers of the moon.. different facets of the year that has been.. aren't they all the same? the same world... the same time... evoking the same reactiosn... to be missed, yet remembered with fondness... you know you will never see the same moon again... neither will you have the past year again.. but i'm hoping that your moist eyes help you see thru the haze, to remember, to dream...
cheers!
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