What can be worse than the complete agony of being in love? Yet what could possibly be a more enriching experience? Some of these entries arise out of the euphoria of first love and the rape of innocence; the rest reflect the musings of a more mature poet: one who is compelled to accept the absurdity of the transient world, but has the courage to romance it nevertheless. At times it is not even poetic... too brutal to be so. But therein lay the catharsis: purgation of life’s follies.
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
Love knows no reason And Reason knows not love
Early morning, rumpled bed Taking stock of life The dawn of an age of reason...
all very nice. prolific poet. kintu chhobi koiiii??
chhobi khub bipadjanok.
pictures say more than a thousand words, even ones which are not meant to be uttered. at least words you can measure and use.
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