Sunday, March 22, 2009

the poem that wont make sense

tomar chokhe rakhbo chokh.....

tomar haate haat .....

tomar thote chhuyiye thot ....

katiye debo raat

and i sit down to sell

bad investment!

that i have been numbered long ago,

amidst the smears of smoke and pain

i felt the embossing ceremony happen :

yes i am numbered.

i am an entry

i occupy barely few megabytes.

yes, its easy to kidnap me in a DVD!

my hands , my eyes ... my embarassments...

its all there!

for further research and development.

and yes all those memories

all those cynicism

ha... they are there too!

bit by bit

zeroes and ones

reconfigure me...

reconfigure my pain.

reconfigure my sigh...

and i sleep in peace!

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