junkyard

broken

heart, dreams, hopes

lost sleeps, frozen tears

beyond repair,

a messy junkyard

itineray repeat

cancelled

blue

in the hot summer afternoon

the rainbow melts into sweats

comes down to the sea

becomes blue

--

then sometime, specially at morning hours

the rainbow rises from the sea again

hides itself in the sky

by becoming blue

--

i carry a blue dragon fly in my heart

last spring, it had slipped into a bottle of ink

#neel rong chilo bhishon priyo, again

night

the night ends

but leaves behind its darkness

so we lose our way

during the day.

--

street lights stronger than the sun

at night, dreams are on a run

three flowers

i gave you the first flower, a hibiscus

when

i gave you my friendship

--

when i wanted to give you a smile

but had none with me,

i gave you the second flower, a rose

--

and then

one day

i gave you the third flower

one lone night jasmine.

this is my favourite flower

complaints

the hot tea burns my lips

the cold ones do not taste good

i think i will stick to coffee

evening of return

the sun has shed its tears

and risen again

autumn leaves have fallen

spring flowers have arrived

all other evenings have come and gone

now only remains the evening of return