Sometimes when the white extra clean tiles starts stinging... and the Streets of Saltlake... are too much salty... its an hour of helplessness... and you are no where to rescue me... the FM is an additive irritation to the system and it goes chaotic in silence.. and thats dangerous ...sometimes when it finds no one to sit down with at the midnight in some hostel... at some bad hour and equipped at least with smoke and wine... thats how I am thats how useless sometimes I am.... that I start telling nonsense stories that always carried lots of sense in them... at least for me...

roj rat tomay golpo boli...
harano prithibir...
onek onek age onekgulo ghase shishir jomechhilo
surjer thanda roshmigulo ful futiyechhilo jeno
kash boner ga ghese kara jeno paliyechhilo
digonte
tarpor kalo relgarita gor-gor kore
chhute jachchhilo dure...
tar haway dulchhilo kash-bon...

ekta jogot jekhane kotha bolto sobai
sobbai...
ekhon keu kotha bolena... sobai haatchhe sudhu...

onek ager sei bikele ghasera holde hoye uth-to
thik tomar cheharari moto...!
ora tokhon firto digonto theke, akashe oderi sathe..
kotha bolte bolte bari firto, pakhi ar ghuri...
tup kore dub dito jole... ekta bang...
tarpor adharer chador gaye prithibi chup korto!
ekhon ar rat hoyna! bhor o hoyna!
tokhon ami chhilam... tomar elo chuleri moto swadhin
kon-kone shiter rate kapa golay keu gan dhorto.
amar janlay dekhtam dure kothao,
halka aguner shikha, kuashay jhapsa.

onek onek age...akash onekta boro chhilo...
digonto onek dure chhilo...
ami chhilam .. tumi chhile...
ar sobai kotha bolto.
ekhon sobai hatchhe... sudhui haatchhe...
klanto hoye haatchhe.".

...and I end up being a bad story teller who fails often to express !