To Friends in their Comments' Books
Wednesday, 5. December 2007, 13:21:33
Random Bits of Instant-“Poems” To Friends in their Comments’ Books before The Last Day in College:
To Mila:
Let’s not cling to words of goodbyes,
lest your sprightly memories
give in to the ghosts
of incongruity…
No, let’s not sing sweet lullabies
lest the summer sun gets lost
in sleep’s silver sea…
Welcome a single welcoming word,
let goodbyes fade away.
Let’s, together, call the songbird
to start another day.
To Manal:
I surrender to the sonority of silence
to say what I want to say
and to say what has to be said…
To Sifat:
Kaler shutikhno bane
chute chola jiboner tane
muhurmuhu muhurter nitto anagona,
tader kolahole jay na shone
chotto kichu muhurter mridu nad…
To Amani:
Bits and pieces
of dreams and dreaminesses
of times and timelinesses
of lives and livelinesses…
--hued memrories
to be saved as souvenirs.
Take these with you
and keep them warm
in the mind’s nurtured nest.
To Linta:
Jiboner kono ek prante
mone rekho, moner kono gohin kinaraye
diyo ek fota sthan,
shekhane gorbo shopno apon chonde,
Ar,
shubo sritir jhonkar.
To Nabila:
Here in a forgotten corner
of the dreamly-lit corridors
of this well-kept notebook-
lies another dream,
just another achromatic dream,
waiting for the dust to settle upon it
over the coming years…
waiting for a day when,
by some miraculous stroke of luck,
it will get a touch,
and, perhaps, make the eyes glassy
even if it is
for a mere second…
To Ruxana:
In a world of words
let that one sonorous silence rest…
For it is in silence
that I’m voiced…
It is
in the End
that I
Begin…
To Nazia:
Let me not put this into words.
Words wither. They die.
Nor in sweet mellow music would I
sing this moment to you.
What is music, if the orchestra tires out?
No, nor will I let me shout
out into loud harsh noises,
not even in murmured voices
can this be expressed…
Let this, in silence, be caressed,
let voices hush, words fade,
let a new silent world be made
for this parting message
to assuage
your mind, even if it is
but for a moment, let it be
A moment of memories.
And i dont remember the rest of them, which includes some 100s of little hallmark-y bits like these.
~ Symphony
To Mila:
Let’s not cling to words of goodbyes,
lest your sprightly memories
give in to the ghosts
of incongruity…
No, let’s not sing sweet lullabies
lest the summer sun gets lost
in sleep’s silver sea…
Welcome a single welcoming word,
let goodbyes fade away.
Let’s, together, call the songbird
to start another day.
To Manal:
I surrender to the sonority of silence
to say what I want to say
and to say what has to be said…
To Sifat:
Kaler shutikhno bane
chute chola jiboner tane
muhurmuhu muhurter nitto anagona,
tader kolahole jay na shone
chotto kichu muhurter mridu nad…
To Amani:
Bits and pieces
of dreams and dreaminesses
of times and timelinesses
of lives and livelinesses…
--hued memrories
to be saved as souvenirs.
Take these with you
and keep them warm
in the mind’s nurtured nest.
To Linta:
Jiboner kono ek prante
mone rekho, moner kono gohin kinaraye
diyo ek fota sthan,
shekhane gorbo shopno apon chonde,
Ar,
shubo sritir jhonkar.
To Nabila:
Here in a forgotten corner
of the dreamly-lit corridors
of this well-kept notebook-
lies another dream,
just another achromatic dream,
waiting for the dust to settle upon it
over the coming years…
waiting for a day when,
by some miraculous stroke of luck,
it will get a touch,
and, perhaps, make the eyes glassy
even if it is
for a mere second…
To Ruxana:
In a world of words
let that one sonorous silence rest…
For it is in silence
that I’m voiced…
It is
in the End
that I
Begin…
To Nazia:
Let me not put this into words.
Words wither. They die.
Nor in sweet mellow music would I
sing this moment to you.
What is music, if the orchestra tires out?
No, nor will I let me shout
out into loud harsh noises,
not even in murmured voices
can this be expressed…
Let this, in silence, be caressed,
let voices hush, words fade,
let a new silent world be made
for this parting message
to assuage
your mind, even if it is
but for a moment, let it be
A moment of memories.
And i dont remember the rest of them, which includes some 100s of little hallmark-y bits like these.
~ Symphony
