A voice speaks out
The bleak image runs wild
A moment of sudden madness
To be or not to be, that is the question —Troubled arena claps at your arrival
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
Time wanted to fold itself
Around your arms
Treacherous veins flow in impure emotions
The colour is fading
Charm of piper haunts
Rattled stone hits the roof
In a tin can , I kept my treasure
Behind closed eyes
11 comments:
nicely written...keep it up...
Fantastic!
Keep it up!
bah bah!! besh valo hoyeche... tobe 'tin can' bolli keno?? etotai fragile mone hoy tor nijer atmoshokti-ke? tobeh situation tah khub shundor create korechis... google theke beche beche ekta chobi atke dile byapar-ta aro jomto...
hmm....
nice,really nice
anon ta ke !
@ thanx for appreciating !
besh valo hoyche..."tin can" er bepar ta te amaro vivek er motoi mone hoy..eto ta fragile ki???mone hoyne....
but ya nicely written....
Really nice one!!!
keep going!!
i don't know, what they are going to say. yes. 'tin can'.
correctly said.
actually, human heart is too soft and fragile to deal with complex questions on why it was left to rot by the roadside; ..why its feelings, that were so very TRUE, not responded to.
and more, when it sees that its soft interior is attacked too frequently by indifference or frivolity, it's forced to close the windows. it says that it can take no more hurt.
it's the option we face after this closing.
some overcome the softness... to ask some mighty answers. some can't. some get reborn. some hold to a lost past forever.
yes. human heart had always been a tin can. a naive little equipment, which, if not kept inside the protection of a thousand hard shells, can get CRUSHED at the smallest of stimuli.
..it's the vulnerability that the phrase brings onto with it, that i so very much love!!
WELL WRITTEN, SHUVRO. AFTER A LONG TIME YOU POST SOMETHING REALLY "COMPLETE".
..don't misunderstand my last word.
Shobai ke appreciate korar jonye dhonyobad !
Human emotions have become too costly.
Restless human beings are seen to often.
Frozen food is kept in Cans.Similarly frozen emotions are kept in our heart.
oho!
accha!
very finely depicted.
but again. that's the beauty of literature, ..poetry.
you have the liberty to interpret in your own way. ..as far as your explanation doesn't go against to what is written.
tor ei feeling ta aro "clarity" niye jodi expressed hoto, kobita ta hoyto arekta notun digonto peto!
"frozen feelings in my tin-can."
nice.
don't mind my "khobordaari", brother!! gyan deowa amaar ekta ovyash hoye dariechhe. ..sorry.
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