Everything seems to be dying,
I am just standing-
Outside my grave,
A well carved 6 by 3 bed,
Where I will lie in peace
And will dream of be in peace.
Give me silence and unending ecstasy.
Give me solace and sacrilege,
I want to die,
No matter what it takes.
I want to run away -
From the pangs of reality.
I want to dive
Into the oceans,
Where people die,
Out of serenity.
My life is a lie-
But,my death will not be a gimmick.
I will be in peace,
With no body to move ,
And no hunger,
No sleep, and no urge to move on.
Only stand still and having
Ceremonious thought,
That no one has asked for.
Only peace and happiness,
And serenity.

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সকল আলোয় আঁধার আছে,
আর সকলই কালোয় আলো।
তোমার মতো উচ্চলমতি,
আমার জীবন কলি।
তোমায় খুঁজি আলো আঁধারির
উষ্ণ পরশে।
তোমার সান্নিধ্যে মাতি
আমি উচ্ছলিত হরষে।
তুমি আমার সকালবেলার
মিঠে কলতান।
তোমায় ভুলে থাকা তাই,
নিজেকে ভোলারই সমান।
তুমি যদি রাগ কারও তো,
কথা বলি না আমি।
আমার না বলা কথারা
তখন নিছক কাব্যবাণী।
ভুল বুঝো না আমায় তুমি।
যদি বেশি কথা বলি,
তোমার সামনে এলে,
সব কথারা হয়ে নির্বাক পাগলামি।
এখনও কি বোঝোনি আমায়,
আমি তোমার হতে চাই।
একটি শুধু হ্যাঁ শোনার আছি অপেক্ষায়।

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Are we really the ones,
Did God made us?
Or we're just
The offsprings of a lesser god.
We live with others
We look the same-
Still we're different!
I can't find the difference-
Is it color,
Or, is it the race,
It might be creed,
Or, are we totally another breed?
I questioned several times,
But, my inner voice was blunt.
The god inside me was dumb,
Suppressed with the voices
That weren't my own,
But, it was the knowledge
That were injection
Through years of penury and slavery.
We were made to think us-
As inferior,
We were and still are the Less.
If the More cares for us-
We feel blessed.
Why? ....
I don't have any answer.
I thus ask you,
If you can then don't hesitate
And answer me.

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Some happy days
Will never end.
Some happy moments
Will never shed tears.
Some happy ones
Will never care for misfortunes.
Some happy lines
Will remain alive.
But, still we care for sadness
To come, to conquer
Our otherwise happy souls.
Yet, still we can't wait for
Happy hours to invite us.
Instead we dragg them
With our labour, our zeal,
Our thoughts and outlooks.
Shatter not at,
What you had started,
Because, what you had
Earlier in you mind -
Will not guarantee
To last till the end.

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Thoughts of an Anonymous

Sometimes, I think -
Why my thoughts are not the pens?
Why my blood is not ink?
Why my flesh is not the nib?
Whatever I thought, then
Will become easier to communicate.
But, there lies a faint shadow -
Between the vision and reality.
Between dream and reality.
Between desires and achievements.

Sometimes, I think -
Why there is so pain to release,
Yet, communicate pains
Also, turns out agonising.
But, still my soul lingers to drop
The bad blood I have stored,
With the itching pains of heart breaks.
I am no Eliot, neither Shakespeare -
Nor Pope.
I am me, as what I was -
What I am, and
What I will become.

Let the eternity wish -
My foreverness.
Some words are so close to hearts,
But, unacceptable with grammar.
Can life follows any syntax?
Life only synchronises with faith.
Time makes us more patience -
But, finally emotions win to break
Patience apart in heart break.

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If it's a last wish,
Before I die-
I'll wish you
To be by my side.
At my ailing bed, I might quote,
Psalms from my death note.
Write them as my epitaph -
I'll not question,
If I raised to heaven
Or be hell heathen.
But, the sprinkles of my wishes -
Unfulfilled by the flaws of faith,
Will bid me to turn back,
And cry to empty passions.
Will you then still remain aside
Out of hatred or anger -
I will want from you
A benevolent answer.

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Distance has its unique irony.
We need to maintain it,
To be together.
We need to cross it,
To come together.
The part of us, we distance -
From loving ones.
So that, we remain their loved ONE.
Distance brings in oneness,
But, in close up
The ones become different.

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We are all the same,
But, with differences.
You have might,
The other got mind.
You have strength,
The other has streaks.
You have a sword,
The other holds a shield.
While your in pain,
The another rejoices in pleasure.
While you support an argument,
The another strongly denies.
At still, at the end -
We all have to accept the death.
Because not only we are mortals,
But, a species which constantly
Is in an unending battle
Among themselves.

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What I live is not life,
Whatever I find is not treasure.
Whomever I trust,
Cannot become my companion.
Faith and trust
Has their own understanding.
Faith is trustworthy,
While trust, has an uncertain faith.

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There are ways to achieve success.
But, can anyone show me -
The path towards happiness ?

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