Up on the atticOf skyscrapers and whispering sighs
Melting in crazy dreams
Dizzy with pretty lies
I fall, fall, fall…
Oh that bottomless trench
It moves forlorn by
Along the roadside stench.
Some dimming stars
A pitch-black night
Cars whooshing highway tracks
Psychedelic lights
My desk is dusky
Windows near,
Breezes breathing smoky dust
And faintly I can hear…
My city sings of lonely voids
It touches, oh it feels my eyes!
The evening rain has died so long
Now it’s time for more goodbyes.
Shaggy motels along murky lanes
Cheapness flooding women of doubtful birth
Trudging tramps with staling cigarette ends
Singing aloud the tunes of drudging earth.
Skinny dogs rolling in wetted sands
The puddles still mirror-clear,
All I need is a sleep ahead
But still a throb can hear…
My city sings of lonely voids
It touches, oh it feels my eyes!
The evening rain has died so long
Now it’s time for more goodbyes.
Cozy cafés, heated warm in neon beams
Secrets clogged with stories old
Spilling bins and vodka tins
Caffeine, pleasure, bought and sold.
Dreary bus stops staring blank
Lovers huddling empty parks
Darkened trees all swishing past
Painted walls and watermarks.
Bygone music, records known
Transistors fade with use and age
The stubborn baby still cries alone
The labor-man still counts his wage.
Oh my tongue is dry,
With laze and fear
But hark once more
And I can hear…
My city sings of lonely voids
It touches, oh it feels my eyes!
The evening rain has died so long
Now it’s time for more goodbyes.
Bishonno doshomi-r ekla prodip hoye,
ReplyDeletejege thake amar sohor...
...its outstanding...not because its filled with the 'overflow of powerful emotions' but because of the spontaneous outbursts of the modern romantic...
ReplyDeletereading ur poem makes me associate u with the romantics,not so musch in the thoughts as in the form... :) ur spectacular rhymes in the modern timecreates a lilting music of an unique stature.
Bohu joog por ekta chondo-shomet kobita porlam which is profound. Darun laglo :)
ReplyDelete"The evening rain has died so long
Now it’s time for more goodbyes."
-- That's very 'You', you know.
Oh, bhule gelam likhte, the peekchur ish soo bhery good. Reminds me of a scene from Antoheen, which itself is a compliment :)
ReplyDelete@Swagatokti: :-)
ReplyDelete@Poushali: You embarass me. I'm still certain that this poem is worse than yours on a similar theme.
@Lonestar: Jak! Ami to bhabchhilam je chhondo has lost its appeal. But... :-)
And thanx for the Antoheen compliment too. It was indeed a boost.
Moonbeam is an awesome writer....i told in this comment that she ll rise & make an exception with her profound thoughts roled into some never ending words......well her City night is like a story where we all belong...this poem is a shows there is no mercy in the streets of this town...there is no bread from the heavenly sky...but still she potray a beauty of blinding lights..of..blue emotions......Moonbeam....its an awesome work.....
ReplyDeleteYou're a poet as well? :)
ReplyDeleteOh,and a poem that (finally) rhymes. Wonderful!
P.S. Nice pic. Who took?
@the soliloquist: Thanx. It's just too great to find that rhyme in poetry has not lost all of its appeal, yet. This is less of poetry, more of a lyric, though... :)
ReplyDeleteThe pic is my find from the internet. So can't tell you who took.
i luv ur city...i can easily say its mine too...
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