Language leaves first
This was followed by everything around the windows
Only death warrants
Above the silence the darkness
By Eleuya
A fish occupies the river
I doubted if I could swim, probably
It can only float on Lake Banruo, with brown diamond horns
Vines frantically pierced into my skin, in the next moment
I want to try to open my eyes and calculate if I can't make ends meet
The amount of money that was yesterday at some point, I was being myself
The questions raised were trapped, and they suddenly clamored over the high-speed rail
I told myself that there was nothing to be embarrassed about
I met a cat in the morning from the Noh storefront
The hangover did not wake up and buried his head in the basin of copper moneygrass
Across the glass, I said goodbye to it
The sun will follow, and the confinement of life
Maybe
Like a flower
I stared at the rice and continued to haggard
Golden expression, deep and distant
Girl, comb your messy black hair
What about the last scene? How do women know
I didn't have something to do after the concert
Trail Garden, I guessed Borges's puzzle
Of course, the first love of the first love is leaning on the arm of someone else
The pianist changed his fingering, and the moonlight hurried
Almost cluttered my exhausted skin bag
Lust is fierce
Sometimes, orchids and golden leopards snuggle together
The white-robed man ran with the moon, in the mountains
The axe, its wooden handle, began to decay
These lonely and helpless pawns can no longer fall
So I didn't figure out where you were at all
The hawthorn tree represented by pink plants has never changed
The fruit is the plump and enchanting call girl
Her eyes were red and she looked particularly sad
In the midst of the hardships, I am no different from her
After so many goodbyes, the Golden Leopard struggled
Gulping heavily, telling me what was coming
The wounds are bleeding, and I pray for your return
Thought he was a snail
They savor the coziness of autumn, including the wind
The color of the azure is boundless, it is
What a boring desire I had to cut a vegetarian diet
Meditate in a room without a window, at the door
The grandfather clock rings unscrupulously and lets the darkness become
The abyss, Amitabha, is untouchable
Dawn tried her best to play the melancholy monotonous tune
Everything seemed to be stationary, after rehearsal
We said goodbye many times, before that
The Beatles were still singing, and I was graffiti on a crappy oil painting
All colors read more and more of themselves
Clean and very professional approach
For a moment, I was wearing a fashionable one
Italian straw hat, still looking like when he was young
Illustration | Works by Debmalya Ray Choudhuri