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Emancipating....

The line that lingers...."It's better to burn out than to fade away..."

The blacksmith is relentless at his work....day in and day out.
The shrill periodic metallic noise subduing the clamour of the strangers....
The seamstress weaving a motley coat....the exuberance of colourful cotton threads.....

A character is moulding into the character and its inner voice is in its highest pitch...

The mirror is shattered ironically.
Multiple facial images that appear....synonymous to the multiple character dwelling in one's self....
The pragmatist,altruist,beguiling and perhaps puerile....
And the ominous,ugly one who is coercing into the void like the rippling oceanic waves wiping the fragile sand castle from the shore.

Call is now from the omnipotent self in quest of the El-dorado.
Thriving on every success.Accepting the challenge of the inscrutable,prolixious road ahead and from the self-destructing self.
The mind is educating and in the end revelry is awaiting....

The line that lingers...."It's better to burn out than to fade away..."

Comments

devrup j gupta said…
farmers,blacksmiths edr niyei toh sudhu bhabchs....brilliant...most neglected working class aj k...working class niye ajker young generation bhablei toh revolution ashbei...aro erm lekh ar manusher consciousness level high kor...think and make others think...write and make others write...work and inspire others to work as well.....red salute to comrade sudip...osadharon lekha again
Unknown said…
blacksmith....farmers era symbols bujhli toh....ar condition tao khub slippy toh
Shubhajit Saha said…
u r a magician.. carry on..
anindyo said…
very high standard of writing ... one of ur best ...(if not the best )... really really praiseworthy work mate ... carry on ;-)
rimz said…
nice writing. not to mention very nice vocab.
the thought n feeling very new, very fresh.
Urchin said…
kool...thanks....
the entire thought n feeling is about me....how I would like to solve a puzzle...n make my way.....
Unknown said…
Das Kapital..

viva amigos...
Unknown said…
urrgh...i had to Google Translate 4 that....:)

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