To Sylvia…

My first attempt on Erasure Poem. Feel free to comment and point out any mistakes. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; And arbitrary blackness gallops in: (I think I made you up inside my head.) I fancied you'd return I grow old and I forget your name. I shut my eyes … Continue reading To Sylvia…

Advertisements

Lorn/নির্বাসিত

Verses untold remain posit Like my oatmeal in the bowl. Morning has come when it was to Ascending of afternoon has started. The lorn lonely words finding sentence Like the dotted butterfly flying over leaves. বাটির তলানিতে যেমন পড়ে আছে ওটমিল চুপকবিতারা পড়ে আছে সে'ভাবে। সকাল এসেছিল নিজের মতো দুপুরের অবতরণ আরম্ভ হয় গেছে। রঙিন … Continue reading Lorn/নির্বাসিত