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Poetry

Love Songs

by Trina Talukdar on September 17, 2008

v The traffic’s heavy,
The car’s been at a standstill
For 15 minutes or so.
The A.C. blares,
You have switched the music off.
Deafening silence.
And you utter the forbidden…
“Will you be with me forever?”
I wish the traffic would move,
Or that I could jump out of the car.
Forever?
It would take me an eternity to contemplate.
v hack, haCK, HACK
Into my heart,
And tear everything apart.
v In poetry, as in true love,
The wordless ecstasy
Is almost perfect.

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Elders

by Sayak Roy Chowdhury on November 11, 2007

They talk about people

They talk about home.

They argue on their fate,

Sports, politics and drainage system.

Moreover, the monsoon has delayed

By 13 days this year.

Their children are weak in vernacular

Their parents are weak in sensibility

And they have been weak in calculations

All the time.

So they are being deceived

Or are they dodging deceptions?

They have seen the worse days.

They have trudged the harder way.

Indeed. And their stories are all told

Long before they could finish them.

But now…

Now they are keeping secrets.

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