Friday, December 01, 2006

And then, one of these days, you think it is over.
You poke.
You prod.
Satisfied, you take a deep breath.
‘Finally’, you say out loud, ‘its gone..caput…’
And you get a curious tangy feeling in your mouth.
You look up.
The stars must be a little brighter, you think.
The wind whips your face. Its cold.
But you don’t mind.
Because, you are happy, aren’t you?
Because, it is over, isn’t it??



And on other days, you desperately wait for his call.

9 comments:

The Alluder of Alliterations said...

why have you started to write like srin....
this new writing is not atall like the bomba we know

Anonymous said...

mmm....i know how dat feels

saptarshi said...

Hmmm...apnake to cultivate korte hochhe moshai!

#3tiYo>B_shyo> said...

didi, ki dicchish? practicing target practice? u just hit the nail.BAM!!!!!where r u getting thios from?

Anonymous said...

yeh kya hai?

mere ko nahin samjha :(

Phemonoe said...

Preme porechish?

"sen"sational said...

@alluder - okay. deep breath. FOR THE LAST TIME I DO NOT..AND I REPEAT..DO NOT WRITE LIKE SRIN.

@inihos - :)

@saptarshi - Kono kotha noy. Shudhu ekti proshno.Cholbe?

@shyo - kiser nail? baby, we need to talk.

@HK - hehe. mujhe bhi nahi samajh mein aya.

@phemonoe - pagol na petkharap? hothat premey porte jabo kano?

AquilusAltus said...

You know, I know how that feels. Its like when you have a scar-scab, and youre convinced that its healed, and you try to prise it off. and then you bleed again. yeah.

Anonymous said...

there goes aquilus!!! med school talking!!!!