Predictable. Sedated. Still.

An image in motion.

Subtle. Wandering. Wondering.

Lies, Love. Despire.

He rose to fall.

In-animatedly he cluttered

Maths solved his problem.

He watched.

Night came. Looked at him in awe.

Uninvited, he left. A new dawn.

Stared. Uninspired, he looked away.

And turned to night again.

Jumbled in the jigsaw

he found a part of him.

A fragment of his soul

Lying unattended.

The sign on the door

read Restricted Entry.

He forced himself, in vain

The door was himself.

About Agnivo Niyogi

Typical Aantel, reader, blogger, news addict, opinionated. Digital media enthusiast. Didi fanboi. Joy Bangla!

Posted on October 23, 2010, in poetry. Bookmark the permalink. 9 Comments.

  1. Resembles a poem written by Atal Bihari Vajpayee. I remembered that line : kya paya kya khoya jagne. Good one, thought provoking. 🙂


  2. just say that i have to re-read five times. it is absolutely sticky to heart.


  3. Don’t know what to say.. my friend, you are getting better and better …


  4. Last 4 lines .. !!! superb yaar ..


  5. Good Aag. The soul is like that. Yearning for something….that is why people say Rest in Peace? ha ha….just making the serious thought given by you in the form of a crisp poem a little lighter…:)


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