I have been drowning
For quite sometime now.
Too lost in the sea of life,
To see the river of verses
Drying up inside,
Drop by drop.
Words were once a torrent.
Now a muddy embankment
Builds up over the days,
While I try to cross an ocean,
Amidst high tides and rouge waves.
The river doesn't punctuate 
The drafts no more.
A world, out of its depth,
It drowns on new shorelines.
The way I have been drowning
For quite sometime now...

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Irony: Noun

The years of sadness in me, speaking in volumes. Yet, the months of happiness remain at a loss for words.

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Enlightenment
Is when you see beyond the gestures
And read the beats
Listening to the poetry it pumps for you.

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Sometimes, you don't say much.
Your eyes do the talking.
I dive in, into an ocean of thoughts
mirroring the avatars within.
The matured you - my counsel.
The comforting you I call a friend.
The sweet you knows me as a lover.
The angry you - I try to evade, 
time and again.
And there's a child in there too,
Surfacing to dive into my world.
I let her in as my avatars speak
Showing my sanctum, 
the layers in the depth of it all.
Sometimes, we don't say much, we see.
Our souls paint pictures
And we are bingeing, you and me. 

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Love opened chapters,
not in a fairytale
but those little things 
of everyday.
It walked, on the
simplicity of flip flops,
not the panache of
shining moccasins.
It found peace
in dal chawal,
forsaking the absolute
delight of biriyani.
Love touched me
through all things simple
and made them
all the more special.

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না। আমি নেই।
ভিরিয়েছি ভেলা এক ছোট্ট দ্বীপে
জাহাজডুবিতে আজ নেই।
অতল সাগরে যাইনি হারিয়ে
দিকভ্রান্ত নাবিক যেনো নেই।

না। আমি নেই।
যাযাবর হয়ে ঘুরছিনা ফিরে
হারিয়ে যাওয়ায় আর নেই।
মরুদ্যান খুঁজে মিটিয়েছি তৃষ্ণা
পিপাসু পথিক বেশে নেই।

না। আমি নেই।
এ কালবেলার সন্ধে শাঁখে মিশি
অমাবশ্যার আঁধারে নেই।
তারা হয়ে সাজি রাতের আকাশে
একাকি চাঁদের মতো নেই।

না। আমি নেই।
আজ আর সেই যখ রুপি
স্তব্ধ হাহাকারে নেই।
তোমার সাথে মুখর এই দিন
একাকিত্বে আর নেই।

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Flowers.
They bloom,
Only to wilt away.
A frosted emptiness
Where fragrance had
Made its home.

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My loss rented a space in poetry.
My love found a home, in you...

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Love
The god of little things, blessing them to blossom beautifully.

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We aren't into the verses of a fairy tale.
Maybe, that's exactly why I'm not your knight in shining armour, neither are you the damsel in distress. Rather, we're two puzzle pieces, trying to fit into the bigger story that's life.

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