Sunday, November 13, 2011

Alone, on a nameless street


Where the dusk wanders, in search of darkness,
Dim twilight rests on your cheek, with a soft caress.
There, we shall meet.
Alone, on a nameless street.
Where your laughter melts into a smile,
Your deep eyes stretch, that blissful mile.
Where tragedy turns to grief, too cruel to bear,
Sorrow in your moist eyes, sheds a soft tear.
There, we shall meet.
Alone, on a nameless street.
Where our alleys meander, to November graveyards,
Teeming life stares at death, from its fertile barnyards.
Where our crowded cities merge into lonely suburbs,
Its million voices rise, civilized silence it disturbs.
There, we shall meet.
Alone, on a nameless street.
Where our slogans turn to poetry,
Our pamphlets script a new history.
There, we shall meet.
Alone, on a nameless street.
(Inspired from Kabir Suman's "Tomar songe eka")

3 comments:

baburam said...

Liked it. Has a very Cohen thing to it. Soliloquy.

Anonymous said...

Great! thanks for the share!

Munmun Talukdar said...

Very nice! :-)