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"I have known music to be her timeless reverberation in a forlorn corner of my soul; just when life was closing down upon me with its pangs of haunting silence."
"Hope is the point the 'world within' comes to an equilibrium with the 'world around'."
"The cold that my body feels can be comforted by pullovers of our choices. It is the winter that comes back each year, inevitably; is how we are connected on the face of time. A sweet suffering of forever..."
"My poverty, I know, was glamorous because trading you, my love, for a better life is outright heinous."
"Love was the day when she drank and I felt quenched."
"Life, ever since, had been one gripping tale. Your happening gave it a genre."
"Want is the soul's desire. Need, the mind's crave. Love, thus, I believe, is a bit of both."
"Art is how you lie to the world without ever feeling sinned."
"Sorrow is true and beyond the powers of healing, when you can taste the oceans on your lips."

FROZEN MEMORIES

FROZEN MEMORIES
~ Sobhan Pramanik | Saturday, December 08, 2012 |
FROZEN MEMORIES" -by Sobhan Pramanik. Frozen were thy melancholies of my exiled joy, Times unconquered I want to live you again, Sky has not left its genre neither the frothy sea… …only I have seen the setting sun and the weathered plateau. The colored marbles on the raging shore, and a little space, just for you in the arc of my life. The quintessential YOU and the ignorant me. I just lived for you!!! Frozen were thy melancholies of my exiled joy, Life beckons me to its unconquered canvas, I want to bath in your cerulean shade, The shaky murmurs of the autumn leaves and the eloping...

The Twilight Kiss

The Twilight Kiss
~ Sobhan Pramanik | Saturday, December 08, 2012 |
Saturday evening, nice and cloudy…a day on the toes walking the escalators of South city mall accompanied by random shrieks of—“Oh..!! Shit…We missed a pair of denim.” A sullen look and then the enthusiastic back up—“We are dropping down tomorrow sharp at 10…” He threw him an upsetting eye-‘too early a call…I need to sleep’ but he adhered to his own timing, lips carrying the lid of a cello pen; hands loaded with stuffs, checking the list for what...
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