As, I flow along the sticky banks of life…
Memories try to cling on to me…
But, the only one I remember
Is the only one who never asked...
And, as I drink tea
In this deserted station…
I think of you
And all that will stay behind…
All I remember…
Is the music that was never played.
Irony, it is that I find your soul
In this moment of departure
Yet, I treasure it as my identity
As, perhaps you will remember me
Like the millions who left before me
Silent soul mate of my firsts…adieu Tilottama.
8 comments:
every part of me says the same thing....ritayan you spoke my heart out!!!!!
First of all good luck to your new life ahead.. A life that began here and shall flourish in the Capital Of the country... Wish You All The Best....
Secondly the heart felt comments were really nice.. Loved them... But one thingy is that I love the fact that I am a bengali.. and also the fact that bengal has learned to move on.. keeping its heritage in tact , it has now begun to add an aristrocatic touch.. which makes it all the more special..
The poems were actually for a play.. "BANGLAR SANKOSKRITIK SONKOT" and so I had to bias my views a little... making something extremely postive a little dark..
And please be criticall.. its appreciated for then i know that It is honest.. not for the sake of comments...
Shine On Forever !!!!
Deparure is always painful.......but this one's picturesque....its feelings painted into verse.....d music of feelings is well-turned.........
all the best mr.gonna-be-businessman! wish you loads of luck may this blog exist in spite of your other exterior
"Yet, I treasure it as my identity
As, perhaps you will remember me
Like the millions who left before me
Silent soul mate of my firsts…"
....You define magnificence.....What wonders you create!The last line touched my soul deeply....Whenever I think you have excelled in your work,You create something even better....Love it....Keep writing
You are too good a poet, u know that!! The power of expressing what stirs up deep down in to the darkenss of our souls, is a grand indeed..it has the power to take you so far....All the best!
hey,
this is actually a great poem...full of love n pain....
u have xplained it so beautifully in ur own words.......
Beautifully drawn...well yes, I call it a painting.
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