Nocturnal Affairs

jam and roti at 1:30 a.m. , old bollywood songs on the radio, pelting rain, spectacles, psychology notes, editing articles
.. and talks

:)

The nights were grey then.
Grey.
The color of your eyes.
Grey eyes, that pierced through my heart.

Heart.
My heart.
A red, raw heart.
These days, the nights are red.
Red and raw.

Strangely, they all
From a Hemmingway quote
To rail tracks by the Ganges.
From snapshots in sepia
To black horses running wild.
They all
Remind me
Of you.

You.
Burnt memories of you.
But does it matter.
Does it matter,
That it rains no more on December nights.
That Ray Charles has become silent.
That my words have failed me,
Over
And over again.
Failed me,
Since you let go of my hand
At the crossroads of this very busy street.


These days, the nights are red.
Red and Raw.

so maybe staying with mom is not as cool as i thought it was going to be ..

:( :(

ami ma ke jiges korlam je in'dur ke "nen'gti in'dur" kano bole . ma bollo, "se jama pore na bole."

jodi nen'gti in'dur ke nen'gti ei jonne bole because se jama pore na ..




tahole to bagh o jama pore na .. to tak'e ki "nen'gti bagh" bola hobe ?

:O