Wednesday, October 25, 2006

ON BEING SINGLE AGAIN

Ah! The geyser is working again. The fruity smell of the shampoo trickles down the spine washing away a whole day at office. Wrapping around the dry freshness of the towel he emerges into an evening date with self.

All books are reread, all paintings unripe, all music jarring for the hour. The blanket suggests tobacco and Trika. Insects gather round the brilliant filaments: epitome of absurdity…epitome of life. He switches off the lights.

No ring disturbs the slumber
But a 3:00 a.m. nightmare and tears, none to hold him close.
In the morning however, it all feels liberating.

9 comments:

Anonymous said...

aha tomar shonge praner, khela, ogo priyo amar.. boro utola aaj poran amar, khela te haar manbe keo? (kotha gulo bhule jachhi) boyesh hoyechhe to

Anonymous said...

Arjun maney Sabyasachi...ta tumi duhaathe ki karo ta akhono amar ajaana...tabe amra prai samabayasi seta andaaz karei bandhur mato ekta katha bali-jadi blog-e lekhata tomar hoye thake tahole ni:sandehe seta prashansar dabi raakhe tabe tumi tomar English byabahaar-ta jadi ektu sanshodhan karo jadio tumi Patha Bhavan-er std chhile tobuo bali tomar construction-e galad achhe...bandhur mato vebe ballam...agar buda laga to dilpe mat lena yaar...wish U progress AMAP in ur life...au revoir...

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Arjun said...

Dear Anonymous2,
what is AMAP? and as for the 'galad' in the construction, it would really help me if u could be more specific. after all, it's never too late to learn.

Amal (aka prem) said...

Some poet considered Love is Life. He must've seen only one side of the coin. The other side is Despair. Teaches us more than Love...living life.

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Tia said...

Solitude connect us to the deepest, most passionate form of love we are capable of: some call it narcissism; I call it self-realization. It is induces a beautiful metamorphis, purging us of all Maya, till the emotions spill onto canvas in strokes of the the artist.

Nemo said...

ai... she ki.... tumi posts delete korechho... thats so unlike u!!!

krish said...

bittersweet