Fall
Some night
between a fallen mist
and the quiet earth
my distance runs wild.
smaller by every wound
darker made the cold rain
some journeys
between the ripple of old oars
and nowhere
my swansongs of ether noons
reckon with me.
arched by the latent burn
brackish made the frail sea
some other bones of
half open nights
between my gypsy river
and the seeds of refuge sleep
life does not wait
and the mind floats away.
between a fallen mist
and the quiet earth
my distance runs wild.
smaller by every wound
darker made the cold rain
some journeys
between the ripple of old oars
and nowhere
my swansongs of ether noons
reckon with me.
arched by the latent burn
brackish made the frail sea
some other bones of
half open nights
between my gypsy river
and the seeds of refuge sleep
life does not wait
and the mind floats away.
posted by Abhra at 1:33 AM
4 Comments:
puro bujhlam bolle mitthye hobe...but then every text has multiple readings, and im allowed mine. bhalo laglo.
asha korchhi aami jodi ei bloger link aamar blog-e di tahole kono apotti nei. :)
liked ur space very much.
would you make your "profile" accesible? it makes accessing your blog so much easier...thru' comments and all.
Life does not wait.True.But then what are reminiscences for? :)
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