Me

Bondhu Bhalo Achho?

It's spring time that I like,
And also the rain drops,
The winter and summers are also nice,
When I satisfy myself,with chocolates and creams of ice...
During night time, in the midst of darkness,I look up at the sky,
Along with my desire to fly...
Repeated failure and tears,
pain in the soul and useless fears,
sleepless nights and inner fights,
a deserted house and turned-off lights,
would've been companions,
had there been no option,to play with the tune of silence,
which loves to make love,with my little friend...
made of wood and 6 strings...
blessed by my emotions,
and grasped by my imaginative wings,
for the past 6 months.....
I am all ears to the sounds of silence,
all that I hear is,a little girl crying,
For being thrashed by her master...
A little boy crying out in hunger...
Further I hear,the sounds of fear,
the fear of being left alone,
alone like "The Solitary Reaper"...
I am no Wordsworth,Keats or Byron,
I am just a lonely man,
who reads Sigmund Freud,
and listens to Pink Floyd,
and also Norah Jones...
I w'd love to meet up,
with the DirectioN of my life,
may be u can provide,me with the radar,
I am searching for...
If u want to play your fingers,
on my wooden soul,come and touch it...
and try it all on ur own,
my soul will teach you itself...
and mesmerize you by its tunes...