Neither is silence.
Glances are not enough.
Neither are gazes.
Touches are not enough.
Neither are feelings.
It's not an apology I'm fishing for.
I've never been interested in 'things'.
I want to see you in pain.
I want to see you cry.
I want to see you beg and
whip you till you die.
P.S. This post is inspired from Fantabulous February-day twenty one by Kanika on her blog Sensitive Chaos.I'm sorry for the absence,people.I was busy 'thinking'.The good ol' offline ones,you know.Had a life-changing conversation with verbals teacher(yes,the super cute one). Though how much the life actually changes or not is yet to be seen.But all I can say is very few conversations have been so enlightening so far! I can't stop thinking and thinking till then! You know I won't miss Fantabulous February just like that,right?
"একটি দুটি মানুষ আজও আঁধারে গান গায়
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So deep anguish ! Sometimes , I feel that when I can't speak up, I write- Poetry/prose gives us that moment of liberation-Am I right Soumi ?
ReplyDeleteYou couldn't be more right,Sanghamitra!
DeleteNow I am curious.What life-changing discussion did you have?I would sure like to know.Btw,I sent you a gtalk request.Do add me if you feel like it...:-) And yep...the poem is good...altho I do wonder why you dwell on melancholic themes so much...:-)Take care my friend..
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ReplyDeletethe words....the poem...brought back a memory ..of a relationship gone terribly. wrong......
ReplyDeleteglad ur back!!
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I wasn't gone anywhere.I was just a little less regular than I was supposed to be.It DID?I'm humbled.
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