11.07.2009.
A rather unusual advertisement.
Ad Verbum Sapienti
Prince having sufficient experience with Princesses seeks female frog. Toads excuse.
Frog should be willing to surrender to the service and jurisdiction of ‘My Lord’ i.e. Myself.
Post Box No. F23
………………………………. sigh ! My sense of humour still has me.
29.06.2009.
.………continued
the Guitarist …………
he read poetry…. he loved poetry…. when he couldn’t go for walks…. no matter how he yearned…. he read poetry…. he was reading Edith Sitwell…
Still falls the Rain –
Still falls the Blood from the Starved Man’s wounded Side;
He bears in His Heart all wounds, - those of the light
that died
The last faint spark
In the self-murdered heart, the wounds of the sad
uncomprehending dark,
…and then the Guitarist would sit by the desolate window pane…. and speak to the forlorn shadow in whispers…. etching unmindful letters on the fading mists of warm moist breath on the glass…. till Morpheus came…. with his dole of a nights repose.
ki jeno ekta khunjchi….. chilo ; ekhon hariye gechey…. jani aar khunjeo pabona… tao……….
