Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Ei Toh Chai!

Ki chai?


KAAJ.

Boroshoro.
Jaate time kaate.
That gives you something to look forward to.
That gives you something other to do than annoy your friend. You don't want to sound like needy, korun bachha. Especially because there is only one month left to notannoy. And do Moja.

Doberman Pinscherke guard korbo. Masseuse howa cholbe na. Poet ami noye. Tao. Majhe majhe out of desperation. Hoye Jaaye. This is why I shall never be a poet.

Sample this:

Written on Another Evening With Nothingtodobutannoy.

Inspire me, O Strange outlandish place!

With a moment between rocking back and forth

When you can see both worlds in clarity.

With a moment between creativity and madness

When you create your Ninth Symphony.

With a moment between a wink and a Smile

When you "unfold your love."

With a moment between perfectendings and credits

When you take a moving picture home with you, in you.

With a moment between a drag and a blur

When Tokyo lights up for you.

With a moment between opium and golden slumbers

When your Kubla Khan gently weeps.

Inspire me, O Strange inverted world!

For the sun has set on the western sky

And words have failed me once again...

With a moment between thoughts and reaching for a pen.




This is why. Never a poet. Always distinterestedmonologue.


FIND ME WORK.

2 comments:

Doubletake, Doublethink. said...

not bad, not bad, kobi hoye jachho dekhchhi. what about massages?

*runs for cover again*

Annesha said...

Dekhachhi...Darao na! And my apologies for kobita..