The Yellow Coffin
Nossor Nitol( নশ্বর নিটোল )
Is the dream for sleep not ever for rouse? Is there any word called 'last sleep' not ever haven't?In fact, if we think so much about any matter, it became more mysterious.
I've passed my last seven years in this place. Now the hills apex is not as blooming as that first day. In that day when I came here, the sky was so gloomy, how was that darkness and the rain was falling down from the welkin. Maybe, that rain was a vicar of the tears of my dona. I saw two other coffins on that day also. Jarold's and Antarine's. But their coffins were different from mine. Black and bonded. Me and my coffin both were the pedestrian of an another way. I had a coffin - yellow, alone and isolated. None of my favorite poetry were carved on my tomb like them. Once, my friends were calling me, 'Forever alone' as a joke. No, that joke was not being true in my laic world . I was able to touch the love before my death. But these two words could be written here for a while. Which lover wants the death of his beloved? Although he knows the death is certain..... how many coincidences incidents are happened like Jarold and Antarines. Whatever, those words were not written at last. The cause might be the dissent of her or any other reason.
Now a days, I'm not use to with perambulation . Age is the fact. " Death stops the age. " who told you? That's a lie. Death can't obtain your youth.
I'm bored now. Need a relaxation. So, I come out. The cemetery is so dumb. The stars are glittering in the sky. The half moon want to say anything to me, but what? I need a cigar at this moment. A lonely place, where I can write my poetry, need a pen, need some pages. But these are not available here. So what, now I'll declaim my old poems in this starry night. But for whom? Who will hear? Today there is no one to keep her head on my shoulder. There is no one to stroked on my beard. No one.
Ohh, there's a new tomb. I don't ever seen any tomb like that. Who is sleeping inside? I look at the epitaph. So shiny and glassy. Lora Santiago Ana . I'm numbed. I'm mazed. She? I wanna enter inside and do that without any regard. A coffin. Oh, what's that? A yellow coffin. Did she remember that verse?"Our coffin will be yellow. " Go along with more instancy.
A lady. Not too old, not too young. She has a matronly look. I can detect her, it's so easy to me. Her wiggle eyes, tranquil lips, stable eyebrows take me back in those days. How can I forget her, her memories? But today she is close to me. What can I say? A thin white spence is worn by her. It makes her more attractive,the shape of her esile breast makes me screwed. Maybe, my mind wants to vanquished in a vast ocean. Wants to reduce the fire of hell and step up the haven.
She looks at me. In All Probability, she's able to identify me. I have so many tale to say but can't say a single word. Reversely she asked me, "Why so isolated?"
"Don't know. "
"Why are we so far?"
"Because it's your will."
"What do you wanna say?"
" I wanna say that our tombs are different and isolated. But you were able to keep them together. "
" You can think this. But it's not right. Look, your tomb is surrounded, there's not a single inch to dig."
" So, the atmosphere makes us separate out. "
"Hahaha, true. Man always want to do, the world won't help you to make them true. "
"So?"
"Forever alone."
"No, our coffins are same. Both are yellow. "
" Yaa, The balm is, ' The Yellow Coffin.' "
Nossor Nitol( নশ্বর নিটোল )
Is the dream for sleep not ever for rouse? Is there any word called 'last sleep' not ever haven't?In fact, if we think so much about any matter, it became more mysterious.
I've passed my last seven years in this place. Now the hills apex is not as blooming as that first day. In that day when I came here, the sky was so gloomy, how was that darkness and the rain was falling down from the welkin. Maybe, that rain was a vicar of the tears of my dona. I saw two other coffins on that day also. Jarold's and Antarine's. But their coffins were different from mine. Black and bonded. Me and my coffin both were the pedestrian of an another way. I had a coffin - yellow, alone and isolated. None of my favorite poetry were carved on my tomb like them. Once, my friends were calling me, 'Forever alone' as a joke. No, that joke was not being true in my laic world . I was able to touch the love before my death. But these two words could be written here for a while. Which lover wants the death of his beloved? Although he knows the death is certain..... how many coincidences incidents are happened like Jarold and Antarines. Whatever, those words were not written at last. The cause might be the dissent of her or any other reason.
Now a days, I'm not use to with perambulation . Age is the fact. " Death stops the age. " who told you? That's a lie. Death can't obtain your youth.
I'm bored now. Need a relaxation. So, I come out. The cemetery is so dumb. The stars are glittering in the sky. The half moon want to say anything to me, but what? I need a cigar at this moment. A lonely place, where I can write my poetry, need a pen, need some pages. But these are not available here. So what, now I'll declaim my old poems in this starry night. But for whom? Who will hear? Today there is no one to keep her head on my shoulder. There is no one to stroked on my beard. No one.
Ohh, there's a new tomb. I don't ever seen any tomb like that. Who is sleeping inside? I look at the epitaph. So shiny and glassy. Lora Santiago Ana . I'm numbed. I'm mazed. She? I wanna enter inside and do that without any regard. A coffin. Oh, what's that? A yellow coffin. Did she remember that verse?"Our coffin will be yellow. " Go along with more instancy.
A lady. Not too old, not too young. She has a matronly look. I can detect her, it's so easy to me. Her wiggle eyes, tranquil lips, stable eyebrows take me back in those days. How can I forget her, her memories? But today she is close to me. What can I say? A thin white spence is worn by her. It makes her more attractive,the shape of her esile breast makes me screwed. Maybe, my mind wants to vanquished in a vast ocean. Wants to reduce the fire of hell and step up the haven.
She looks at me. In All Probability, she's able to identify me. I have so many tale to say but can't say a single word. Reversely she asked me, "Why so isolated?"
"Don't know. "
"Why are we so far?"
"Because it's your will."
"What do you wanna say?"
" I wanna say that our tombs are different and isolated. But you were able to keep them together. "
" You can think this. But it's not right. Look, your tomb is surrounded, there's not a single inch to dig."
" So, the atmosphere makes us separate out. "
"Hahaha, true. Man always want to do, the world won't help you to make them true. "
"So?"
"Forever alone."
"No, our coffins are same. Both are yellow. "
" Yaa, The balm is, ' The Yellow Coffin.' "
