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.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
MISSING YOU IN BENGALI
As it ticks and it tocks and it inches along There will be no my side of the bed or the wardrobe Somewhere sometime soon you shall no more Miss me in Bengali or in any other tongue