lights dripping down from a lamp post in the rain.
a dog following a drunkard and then all of a sudden lying down on the road as if it got drunk just by walking along the man.
the drunkard radiate his drunkenness.
the sound of the approaching train blowing over the railway tracks.
an old lover desperately trying to figure out ways to win back his love.
a light going off in one of the rooms of the buildings in front of my house.
the fight that preceded the darkness.
all of this at night.
kichu notun likhle bhalo hoy, porar jinish pawa jay.. 8 july'er por aro onek brishti hoyeche. tobe rasta'r batistombhogulor rong ekhono eki ache.
ReplyDeletehow does word comes out of mere nights?
out of street lights?
out of deranged mind?
or it's only a futile plight?
this rain-clad night dangles in your eyes,
with its indifference. persists with your sighs,
to drench the dream and the despair.
to numb the time with utmost care.
the slumbering world, the meandering dog,
the selfish giant, the selfless sloth,
all's set loose to haunt your self.
words of firefly, they'll all turn pale.
night ends.
so does the rain,
in vain! in vain!
*sorry i meant to say, batistombhogulor alo'r rong eki ache.
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ReplyDeletenijer hole bolbo ekta blog khulte...r amar r bodhoy lekha tekha habena...gultani korei e jibanta kete jabe.
'bodhoy' ta royeche, ei ja rokkhe..
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