তুমি কোন বেপরোয়া অশ্ব হয়ে ছুটে চলো আর সে চায় পোষ মানাতে। তুলনা করে অসম্ভব রাজপথ জ্বলন্ত ঘর এর কাছে, বলে তুমি তাকে অন্ধ করে দিচ্ছ যেন সে ছেড়ে যেতে না পারে, ভুলে না থাকে, যেকোনো কিছু কিন্তু তুমি; তুমি তাকে এলোমেলো করে দাও, অসহ্য! স্মৃতিগড়া’র সমস্ত নারীদের তুমি মুছে দিয়েছো, তাকে পূর্ণ করেছো, মোহিত …
A candle burns somewhere in the room. A pleading voice weeps somewhere else, ‘don’t leave me’; there are hushed whispers that play along with the untimely monsoon breeze. An unapologetic moon hangs carelessly from the navy sky; its beam being the only company to the candle that burns away with the pleading that goes on. …
She had always thought of the night as a curtain that covered her thoughts, shadows of the deepest mysteries and as blankets for our very own kind— the people wide awake till the light of dawn to witness the stars and clouds fight over the horizon. She used to pull my hand to lead me …
What came across in that place, left a mark untouched. Too delicate, too shabby What you got, went away. All the laughter and smiles are stored in the vessel to be drowned by forceful currents. Like the leaf which sang elegies before being flowed over by tides. Like that bird which chattered before being stroked …
Someone once told me to take this tragedy inside me and to turn it into art; to paint the walls with my broken heart. So I picked up my palette of mistakes, of strewn bed-sheets & of hands-held and I prayed to a god I did not believe in, for an ending to a story …
I imagine us meeting at abandoned towns with rundown coffee shops, and words would stumble out of our mouths like the way it used to when I first met you that night. But this time the conversations aren’t laced with the sweet perfume of coffee or the tang of nicotine on the back of our …
Now the front seat is empty; a yellow streetlight flickers; a cigarette meets her mouth and a silk blanket slides down her bare shoulders. Her empty gaze meets the glass mirror, framed and engraved with stones that only glimmer in the light. She, a muffled siren, mourns in secret, kissed by another tame visitor that …
