Faces stare from
pages of books,
torn pamphlets
and bookends
holding them
when scriptures were
burnt
and them, thousand faces
obliterated
from beloved
corners of holy lands.
Faces stare
abruptly
like conscience,
like tsunami rocking
lives of the departed
souls
and elections weakening
conviction of clenched fists.
Faces stare now
from the clear ink blue sky
like stars adorning
life on an asteroid.
Faces stared then
of faceless brothers
and sisters.
Now faces stare from
the abyss as I stare
into them.
Bhalo blog kintu eto chhoto keno? (Assuming it’s by someone who talks a bong tongue. I may have mistaken. There are black swans around too)
stumbled upon this site and very very pleased with what I read. many years back I had a colleague by the same name in a bank. is it the same person?!!
@anirban
hya bangali. chhoto karon i hardly use this one..blog banano aar orano ekta bod obhyesh amar, na orale abandon kora. this is one of the abandoned blogs. thanks for liking it though
@joy
thanks
erm i am not the one you are talking about. i am hardly a banker.
bumped by…interesting read
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http://www.mentalsyrup.wordpress.com
thank you..thank you.
i quite liked your blog as well!