Thursday, February 12, 2009

The Kiss




Let a storm strike


the roots of this wretched old earth..


Let the words fly..


The letters fly..


The tunes fly..


The gains fly


The pains fly..


The desires fly..


The rhythm fly..


The dreams fly..


Let the earth slowly move towards destruction..


It is getting naked..naked


I will just..


Kiss your lips, my beautiful lady


As it is through them


The first drop of rain


Of a new earth


Would come..


Let me get wet..wet..wet..!

2 comments:

Little Girl Lost said...

chuloye jaak shob bhadroloker srishti,

aaj aashuk tere brishti....

Little Girl Lost said...

Bhalobasha noye ston-er upor daant?
Bhalobasha shudhu sraboner ha-hutash?
Bhalobasha tobe hridoy somip-e aanch?

BHALOBASHA MAANE ROKTO CHETECHE BAAGH!!

ami ekjon kobita-addict. tomar sunil babu k bhalo lage bole upohaar dilam.
tobe shottyi kotha bolte sunil ganguli kobi hishebe amar temon priyo non.
amar priyo kobi? bolte paari, kintu keno bolbo? :)