Between the sand and the sea
is a slender veil
of waves subsiding
but the waters of the
sea are ever abiding
Sea salt made a fine layer of dust on your skin
when the cresting waves alternatingly
pushedand pulled your body
with the readiness of a lover. I stood
on the shore, toes gently lapped
by the aftermath to
the small violences you refused to shy away from
and daydreamed about your voice against my skin.
I called out to you, then,
and culled the seashells from my fist to select
the one best suited for your hand.
"The coffee shop,
where in the middle of the block,
it had started;
where they met.
Their headquarters,
where they rested
over iced drinks
after a long skate.
Old friends,
young men,
two, not the same blood
or kin
shake hands
and embrace the others grin,
a tight squeeze
given to each.
Brothers,
such a tight bond
with so little time,
sealed the deal
of interlocking
storylines,
adventures and shared
scrapes.
Escaping near death,
falling off boards onto wrists,
downhill descent
screaming past parked cars,
wherein that itself
is a rare occurance
when once was daily.
Temperature varied,
as did the places they'd
hunker down,
sweating,
stopping to have a drink.
Seperated by little,
attached at the hip,
it seemed. Until
life happened,
having sent the older
away for summmer,
the younger away for the rest,
testing himself and his brain.
Drumming away,
marching on by,
the two had lives
blur on by,
spiraling in different directions,
story arcs and sidequests,
conquests coloring the night,
but by and by,
when guest apperances
would transpire,
everything dropped
to meet one another,
the bond was made stronger
with the short time
it had to cure.
Not to say
neither were lost,
but both stepped in confidence.
Always looking ahead,
but once they were together,
unspoken,
to each love was gave.
Brotherly love,
concrete waves."
সাগরে যে উঠে কত ঢেউ!
জানে না তো কেউ,
ঢেউ উঠে, ঢেউ ভাঙ্গে,
কি অদ্ভুত ঢঙে!
ঢেউ আছে বলেই সাগর সুন্দর এতো,
ঢেউ না থাকলে কি সাগরকে সুন্দর দেখাতো?
জলহীন মরুভূমির মতই তখন হত,
শ্মশানের মত নিস্তব্ধ, শান্ত!
ও সাগর! তুমি এতো সুন্দর কেন?
গ্রীক পুরাণের কোনও অমর, অনিন্দ্য দেবী যেন!
I light a fire just to watch it burn
Sit across the street with empty hands
Behind a tree unnoticed, so it's not my turn
I have infinite thoughts, but empty plans
Ending up only to be pretty hollow
Ideas only stay for portion of a second
Echoing through the empty walls. and then comes nothing
Diffusing into the air, to become a forgotten particle
and nothing comes to follow
To set the ominous breeze,
Over the most vibrant sea, that suddenly lost color
and the skies are now gone and dull
They paint the picture to not excite, but simply appease
To be trapped inside this now and empty void
With nothing but everything destroyed
To say that we are fine, and simply avoid
Now we sail, swift onto the large sea of contradictions
Too lost within, that we forget our own convictions
Letting loose the anchor of anxiety, and thus become the restrictions
But this is not the end,
A man aboard throws over his only friend
And a storm rolls in, and then our destination is not known
As realization becomes the new sun, and hearts are turned to stone
A daughter now deserted by her parents is overwhelmed in strife
She whimpers, but can not help wonder what makes up this sickly life
A world where people phase in, and phase out
and thoughts become ideas, and ideas become a shout
and how long does a day go on to stay out and last,
Before awesome expectations become invisible, straight into the past?
Will the ship find it's way to land, or sink in despair?
Great ideas no match for the roaring waves of Negativity and ignorance?
Those striving so long for a real sun, to only be in vain, deprived?
And those hopelessly waiting for relief, to be cruelly concealed, unaware?
The masterpiece of a book now weathered to nothing but scribbles
A great idea now hidden and destroyed by life's cruel riddles
Will the hands be strong at ease to create another inspiration?
Or will it fail to swim over the simplest waves and forget it's own foundation?
The fears that threaten,
To face one's life,
On terms not one's own,
Can bring euphoria, strife,
Or a wild combination,
Like a key to a lock,
It can either move mountain,
Or leave one in utter shock.
Your stars...how they twinkle...
Your dimples...how merry...
Oh "Tides of the Heavens",
Don't leave life in such a hurry,
For there's so many things,
That you won't and can never know,
But believe me my love,
You will be back, should you choose to go.
For life is a circle,
No beginning, no end,
And living in truth,
Your whole being shall mend,
Temporary chaos,
Can seem very wrought,
On a soul who can't seem to undo
What they've thought---
!!!!!!
Was the truth.
!!!!!!
With that,
Change comes tumbling down,
Then, in the blink of an eye,
Your smiles turn upside down.
*****
We all live with threats daily,
This not new to us,
Soon you just reach a point,
Where it's not worth the fuss
*****
To be angry or vengeful,
Or feed into some dare,
Where your life is, is here,
Not your thoughts over there.
....