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Monday, November 29, 2004

Nostalgia

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Zephyre, murmur nomore your jingles

And go back to the place you belong.
The dull horizons beyond the fathomless sea,

On whose sands I stroll, where you devour the sun

My perennial footsteps little and insignificant,

Take me round on a bottomless sojourn,

Across the soaked sand, palm trees,


The cursed mountain(That testifies your heartlessness)


The hallucinated kaleidoscope,

The raindrops, rainbow and thunderstorm.

My figments My crucifix

Ruffle against the facade of your serenity

And waves roar

wash away my tiny trails on sand

All my joys, all my pain

Ransacked ravaged and stolen

Beside my raped sand house I stand.

Zephyre, murmur no more your jingles,

Go back to the place you belong.

I wish you here no more,

And the stench of seduction that you bring along.


You touch me on my cheek, wish me luck

I no more shiver, I feel them no more

The residual urge to capitulate, that I come over

Overlook myself and look yonder.

She sits there no more,

She waits for me no more.


O nostalgia, the cursed mermaid

Wont you be back? Are you angry?

I will cherish you forever
TariniKinkar Das
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