A Dried Rose


a little step why didn’t we take

I had taken though but you not.

the words are mere now so I can scrape them

but what of the feelings that I feel then & now, sometimes & often…

another poem I can write thinking of you

but I do not want to…you know why…

because the poem will not have a soul 

it will just have the soporific dragged-on thoughts–

of how much am in need of warmth of love

of how much I am still in love with you…

it becomes a monotonous tune like crickets call,–

it becomes one of the dried darkened roses in a China vase…

xx


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  1. This poem has made me spellbound… So deep… So much pain.

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    1. sangbad says:

      ☺ sometimes thoughts are blue bringing out such poem…

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      1. Yes… I am aware of that feeling

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        1. sangbad says:

          Acha…bujhlam…

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            1. sangbad says:

              Ei feelingsr byaparta…amra eki noukor jatri mone hoy…

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            2. Yes… Nishchoi mone hoye….anek lok eei feeling tar saathe relate korte pare… Directly ba indirectly. Ami Toh puro puri relate korte pari😊😊

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            3. sangbad says:

              Me too…☺

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            4. Sometimes it’s really hard to cope up with that situation… Kitnu ki korbo life goes on.. Toh kichuee korar nei

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            5. sangbad says:

              Ache…lekhar ache…To You bole Anthology ekta section ache okhane erkm aro besh kichu ache…

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            6. sangbad says:

              Welcome…

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  2. Oh Sangbad! This was so, so, so beautiful, specially the visual the last line evoked!

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    1. sangbad says:

      Yes Pradita I want to evoke an image that I feel my poems are becoming…

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      1. Well then you nailed it!

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        1. sangbad says:

          ☺ thanks…

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  3. Another poem I can write thinking of you…. This shows your true and deep love Sangbad! Loss is of that one who can’t read it in your eyes.

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    1. sangbad says:

      Do not know Di…it was written out of a sultry disturbance of my soul, of my solitary…am I not becoming a typecast?

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      1. No not at all…you always try and write new things too
        Flowing emotions in words is not typecast ! Let them flow and feel light.

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        1. sangbad says:

          But Di writing on same thing is making me tired…I want to write something beautiful…serene calm…

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          1. Then go for it, I’m eager to read that too 👍

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            1. sangbad says:

              Pata nahi Di kab likh sakhunga…thank you for pushing me…

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            2. You will very soon! Dekhna and that too best one! 👍

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            3. sangbad says:

              Dont know…there will be two more posts…then am going to be on self imposed hiatus…

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  4. Prajakta says:

    This kind of love… lingers even when forgotten ! Beautiful 🙂

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    1. sangbad says:

      Yes Prajakta…

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  5. Orange says:

    A beautiful peice Sangbad!
    Khoob bhalo! 👌( Not sure if that’s right Bangla 😝)

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    1. sangbad says:

      Thank you Orange…yes it was the right Bangla..

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