bekar bhat bokchhi,bokbo...
amader chhat-ta na khub shundor...hawa-tawa dey...voyeur-istic tendencies-o satisfy kore...you can stand unobstrusively observing the various pigeon holes of activity simultaneously...hmm..that's a flaneur-istic surely...because everybody, excepting me, is doing something....cooking, smoking, talking, watching tele, checking the son's homework, talking on the phone...mundane meaningless things which seem oh-so-important...so, conversely by not doing these things i'm assuming a superior position...an ironic self-detachment...mane, forget it...i'm brain-fucked with modernism....
nyara chhat-o ekta achhe...sheta is my refuge in times of trouble..ekbar rege-tege ami bari theke beriye oikhane lookiye boshechhilam...ar aakash-ta shob shomoy-ei boddo shundor, chhat theke...aajkal pray-i raat-e jai, hulo-ke niye...ekdin ekta bhootoore holood chand jhule chhilo khub niche...it seemed something not quite this-wordly....there was a haze of yellow light around it...it was spooky in a way...but beautiful too
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khub herbert-ish. buki tuki ache, pasher cchade? sheta bol...:)
nah...jodio shundari mohila dekhte ektu-o apotti nei...kintu purush-turush hole subiddha hoy..kintu, ki bolbo, bolo..ta-o nei ;)
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