Comments about Anurag Talukdar
Nobody reads the letters that I write,
Few considers them as prose,
Though I prefer myself a poet.
Though these lines were meant only for you,
But I will end up putting them on a world wide site.
These letters were meant to convey my passionate love,
But somehow I never had the courage to express,
What I felt about you,
And spending, possibly my entire life,
Listening to the melodies,
Of your heart.
Do you sing?
I don't know. May be you do.
But I will love you to whisper,
Random notes of love into my ears.
My love for you, ...
An empty floor, the silence pierces my ears,
A vagary of sight, hundred electric lights conspire.
My cabin, shades of blue and green,
My life wasted glaring at the deceptive screen.
At midnight I scream at the city beneath,
It laughs back,
Calling me a lunatic.