With your silent whisper
In my ear
In those days of youth
Bore fruit-
It helped me shape
A man in my own image,
In me.
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From fight an enemy to fight a friend.
Your love
for the myriad questionsnever answeredby this man,now your husbandin the eyesof the society.
The first dog
at her will,wherever shelikes to flee,whenever sheloves to turnlike a free bird.The second dogfollows herreligiously,Sticks to her shadow,Licks the same plateas and when she does.For him, it becomesthe need of the hour.And the God of Erosblesses him, in a while.The third dogwatches all, silentlyfrom a distancewith his eyes blank,blurred with incompetence,Submits to the setting SunOf…
You were the Buddha-of-Physics
A rare breedof intellect.
A news of glee
Ignites the dark forest of melancholyWith a flame of ecstasyAnd a warmth of kissing lips.
କାଲି ଠାରୁ ବିଚିତ୍ର ଲାଗୁଛି-
ତମେ ମୋତେ ସତେ ଅବାପୂରା ମିଳିଗଲ,ଆଉ ଥରେ ଏଇ ଜନମ ରେ ।ପୁଣି କେବେ ଏମିତି ଲାଗୁଛିଯେମିତିକା ଖୁବ୍ ଶୀଘ୍ରଏ ସାକ୍ଷାତ ପର୍ବ-ପର୍ଯ୍ୟାୟ ରସମାପ୍ତି ଆସିବ, ପୁଣିଚାଲି ଯିବା ଆମେ ଦୂରେ ଦୂରେ ।।ସତେ କଣ ଏମିତି ଘଟିବ?ଆମ ଦୁହିଙ୍କ ଦୁନିଆବାର ବାର ଏକ ହେବ,ଅଲଗା ବି ହେବ? ?