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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."

শুভ নববর্ষ | Day 07 | #NaPoWriMo

শুভ নববর্ষ | Day 07 | #NaPoWriMo
~ Sobhan Pramanik | Saturday, April 22, 2017 | |

The new year
sevai simmers
on the flame.
Sweet aroma
of milk thickening
in the pan, juiced
with raisins and
nuts, overhangs
the house.

A singing
procession of
men and women
drift through
the cypress shadows.
In their chorus
rings Tagore's
songs, welcoming
Boisakh, the first
summer month.

Conch shells
are blown.
Its echo thinned
by a splitting
wind, as Bengal
wakes to merrry
by the banks
of Ganges.

A pink strand of
the rising sun slants
through the skylight.
The milk is now
settled in the pan,
as I look for you.
Wouldn't you come
and check the sugar
in our new beginnings?

© Sobhan

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