Wednesday, November 29, 2006

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.

4 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

puro bujhlam bolle mitthye hobe...but then every text has multiple readings, and im allowed mine. bhalo laglo.

7:43 AM  
Blogger Anki said...

asha korchhi aami jodi ei bloger link aamar blog-e di tahole kono apotti nei. :)

liked ur space very much.

3:31 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

would you make your "profile" accesible? it makes accessing your blog so much easier...thru' comments and all.

7:33 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Life does not wait.True.But then what are reminiscences for? :)

6:52 PM  

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