Our thoughts are like tendrils
Snaking around in the unknown areas of the brain
Coiling around the medulla
Gripping onto our consciousness
A flash of light later
Our thoughts have made their way home
They are in the present
The lunacy in our heads
Made tender by thoughts of our loved ones
Made bitter by our failure
Which thought wins?
It's like the story of the wolves told by Cherokees
Upto us which thoughts we feed
It is morning on the second day of Pujo
And I am staying indoors
It feels strange
No new clothes to jump into
No chatting at Deshapriya Park
No sniggering at couples
Yet there is an eerie calm in me
Today won't be like yesterday
And tomorrow will be fun
You have Lucifer the light bringer
I have Nataraj the dancer
As long as I have faith in him
(And this is an agnostic speaking)
I will be okay
After all, most of the things I am
Came from the stars
And so I look to my star
Where my Little Prince is hiding
How fortunate am I to call a star my own
So caught up in my misery
That I forgot all about it
Time to remember 15 year old me
The one that didn't feel so afraid of the future
And lived for today
This is where this bard's tale pauses
For what lies ahead is yet to be chronicled
In my leather bound brain cells
Until we meet again, let us please be happy and stay safe
A Goddess is in the city, roaming among us
I'm sure she'll guide the lost ones home
The Bilge Master
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