The eucalyptuses swayed, embraced and kissed, and swayed away. The wind blew harder and they swayed again, this time embracing each other for a longer moment before they swayed apart. On the backyard, I stood amidst the bamboos and wilderness, withdrawn from the world, my eyes following the movements of the two eucalyptuses. The wind…
Tag: philosophy
To a John Keats of Today
O Love, Why’d you wait with bated breath? For your Bright Star: a glimpse, a word, a dewy-eyed kiss? The romance has gone, my friend, the winds restrained It is Love that’s lost; it is Love that we miss
Suspended in Space
(I) The night drew out on his last words. Silence, like a palm reddened in vermillion, Tenderly touched and left its print on a new leaf. It’ll die with the mark, will it not? (II) Many a winter stumbled Over the heap of results of someone else’s
Lacuna
The eternity of a farewell rests in their love. Time loves Lacuna but all they say to each other is farewell. They are ever bidding farewell to each other and in farewells they exist. Time relentlessly runs from the past to the future: past-future, past-future, past-future… The ending of one farewell is the beginning…
পৰ্বত শিখৰৰ অনিত্য সেই ফুলবোৰ
সপোনত চৰি ফুৰা সাৰংগজাক উদ্ধাস্তু হ’ল ভাওঁনা আৰম্ভ নহওঁতেই হাতত সাৰে ভৰিত সাৰে সূত্ৰধাৰে কাণৰ কাষত দি গ’ল বোধন মন্ত্ৰ তাৰ পিছত কোমল ৰ’দজাকে ক’লে সন্ধিয়াৰ বন্তিগছিয়ে ক’লে মূক কবিৰ ক্ৰন্দনেও ক’লে এনুৱা সোঁতত নৈয়েও মূৰে-ভৰি কাঢ়ে বুকুত পাখী গজিলে হেনো বান আহে কিমানৰ বুকুতে যে পাখী গজে নাৱৰীয়াৰ তলি উদং নাৱে কৰে তুলুং-ভুটুং পৰ্বতৰ…
Casually Classical 