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In This Weird Room

In This Weird Room

written by: Jayanta Bhaumik



In a room of this house, there is a corner looking
like a meme’s face, – it spits a smile as you trust in its way,
as it drags a range of makings to all the ages when
pressed into it. To all the men and women hand in hand,
it says it has to offer a dinner of a spectrum… A dinner like a
cheesy circle of the moon, eaten and eaten over by the dark
of this earth. Mother of the child when laughs out loud,
the moon is again full of pale milky wines. In this room, a corner
looks like an unabashed figure, struggling with a size that
asks for the free: sometimes, such a size forgets what is a room, –
what is a hazy place or a crevice in the dream? It is not a geeky
haven just with a floor and a sofa; this room has a corner
like a silence changing its dress, – and this new apparel, can
make you so alone, all of a sudden, – then you shiver, you beg for
a room, another corner, again, again. But there’s no place, no you
can’t change your mind, no keepsake granted for your
ever-roving life. The truth is there’s no corner, no never is it
made for your heart

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