You stop for a brief moment.
Yesterday’s urge, petered-out, jaded
Returns.
You’ve done everything—
Showered, smiled, wiped
The newest filament of dust off your reading table.
Your theories are as sound as ever.
They only shudder at the tiniest tremor in your groin.
So you plug in your earphones
You pretend to wish people well
And effortlessly you regress to your perfect world
With a faceless shin, a nameless mouth, a shapeless tongue
Again.
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This is GOOD.
"You’ve done everything—
Showered, smiled, wiped
The newest filament of dust off your reading table."
These lines, and the last ones as well... oh! shudder!
shotti bhalo... shara dupur boshe boshe eguloi porlam bar bar... they have a nice, solid, satisfying feel to them, like good pita bread (this is NOT said sarcastically). Aajkal eshobei sustenance khunje pai re... shei shumita-r bhashay, eishobei "jibonjapon tuku khunji, jibonshotto tuku bujhi" - kichhu shundor kore gocchano kotha, kichhu shuporikolpito shongeeter shwor. Thanks...
@ aniruddha...
আমার কাছে কিন্তু কথার খোলসটা রয়েই যায়। language is a consruct....something in which i can only temporaryly seek refuge....
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