Monday, January 2, 2012

so in this story

"there is no poem for me on gooeyjournalism" re.


poems lekhchhu
tara publish gardina.


malai matrai dukha dinchhas? mora!

2 comments:

  1. the beauty of december
    is like the beauty of my heart
    when little sky pieces remind me
    that its been long
    that we've been apart

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  2. that we need to start a new story
    sing new songs
    and like frogs of a monsoon pond
    we need to dance along

    to this fairly new tune
    that the winter is playing
    silently creeping into my blanket
    the fragrant chill
    of new born drops

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