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The death of a seed
Everything I write about is a lie -
the emotions, the feelings, the experiences
I can never hold on to anything long enough to remember
I only imagine how it all might have been if I was like everyone else -
experiencing one single thing long enough to give it a name, a definition - a form
You can't create a painting by splashing paint onto the thin air ...
You need a surface
And I am forever absent
Forever escaping through the windows or the cracks in the walls or ceilings,
never using the door
And I keep people forever waiting -
never arriving
never keeping promises
always on the run
always escaping
© Saibal Samadder
the emotions, the feelings, the experiences
I can never hold on to anything long enough to remember
I only imagine how it all might have been if I was like everyone else -
experiencing one single thing long enough to give it a name, a definition - a form
You can't create a painting by splashing paint onto the thin air ...
You need a surface
And I am forever absent
Forever escaping through the windows or the cracks in the walls or ceilings,
never using the door
And I keep people forever waiting -
never arriving
never keeping promises
always on the run
always escaping
© Saibal Samadder
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