Clouds. A wing.
Drop. Gun in hand.
Salt in eyes.
Subterranean Sitar.
Another war-like trance.
Is the king?
One without a name.
Drop, drop, and hit hard.
Being without being,
And wings without feathers.
Ugly truth.
I do get it. But lekhatar ekta odbhut feature ki boloto? Lekhata sesh theke shuru obdhhi porleo ekta meaning daray, jar jonnei ei format-ta nite hoyechhe...
umm..is this influenced by ur profile pic?? too abrupt and dis-jointed for my liking unfortunately.
ReplyDeleteThis is partially influenced by 'Viva la Vida' and partially by my midnight fever syndrome. Sorry for the disjointedness though :(
ReplyDeletei agree with the first comment
ReplyDeleteI like your tagline. I know, weird place to comment on it, but...
ReplyDeleteAs for the poem, I get what you are trying to say, but who are you writing for? The images interest, but lack focus.
I know, the piece IS weak. Shokal-e hothat mathay elo.
ReplyDeleteNa, na. Weak er proshno noy. This would've been good if you arranged it. Get it?
ReplyDeleteI do get it. But lekhatar ekta odbhut feature ki boloto? Lekhata sesh theke shuru obdhhi porleo ekta meaning daray, jar jonnei ei format-ta nite hoyechhe...
ReplyDeleteO-kay. Good.
ReplyDeleteMatha mundo bujhlam na.
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