Deborup Bhowmick   (Slaying pencil)
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Joined 11 July 2017


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Joined 11 July 2017
19 SEP 2022 AT 2:05

ভাবছি তোমার একটা উপগ্রহ হবো,
তোমার পাশে ঘুরবো আর তোমাকে দেখবো,
এই অন্ধকার সৌরজগৎ এ তোমার প্রদক্ষিণ করবো
সূর্যের তাপ একসঙ্গে অনুভব করবো,
গ্রহণে একটু আড়াল হবো,
পূর্ণিমাতে চোখে চোখ রাখবো
প্রভাতে তোমাকে এইভাবেই বিদায় জানাবো,
তোমার অন্ধকারে আবার ঠিক দেখা দেব আলোকিত করবো তোমার রূপ,
রুপোর আবরণে ধাকবো তোমাকে হয়ে রব চুপ
তোমার প্রভাতে আবার দেব ডুব।...

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28 AUG 2022 AT 1:37

It's a wish to make to the dandelions,
Flowing in the air in millions
Took me with you in eternal billions
Let me see the sky you swim on.

It's a wish to make to the dandelions,
Flowing in the air in millions
Took my pieces and float them all or none
But leave my pain in the ground all alone.

It's a wish to make to the dandelions,
Flowing in the air in millions
Let the world feel my loved rhythm
Let me vanish while they are dreaming.

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12 OCT 2020 AT 10:27

Cigarette ta jodi bisakto na hoto,
Bisakto asole nari,
Fus fus ta jodi na purto,
Harmonicar surr e ami mlani.

Nisirather sei osohoitae hath ta kape vari,
Gold flake er sei valobasae poripurno j ami,
Guitar er string e bob dylan,
R Chae er chumuk e alimuddin

Sith kator sei provat belae,
Shawl hateh ami, amr mitroder michil.
Lipiboddho thakbe ei itihas, vulibar noi ei smriti,
Biplob ta noi ektu hariye gche, biplobi ra harae ni
Somaj ta noi boddo osohai, nobanne noi uni.

Kajei, jibon ta noi stobir ostobir er lorai,
Jibon juddhe sobai amra shahid.
Dhormo jati borno boisommyo rosikotae,
Jibon sese krondone krondone amra mrittyu tei oikik.

Cigarette ta jodi bisakto na hoto,
Bisakto asole nari,
Fus fus ta jodi na purto,
Harmonicar surr e ami mlani.

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16 AUG 2020 AT 23:00

Red lips, grey hair
Winter nights and chilled beer
Pipe-in black smoke,...
And she burning her soul
Dancing with the pole, and she
Smiling with her cheeks
Tears from...from her lil' red lips
Struggling with her tight jeans.
But inside she's burning...and...burning


And they say,
She's in the level A club,
Drunk with the old man butts
But she's been hallucinating...
Been this way since nineteen
And her face crumbling
In the long nights she's screaming
No one's there to help him
And her face crumbling...and...crumbling.

When we all under Satan's hand
Go mad for a couple grams
And she don't want to roam in winter nights
Left country with there mercedes benz
Sell love to another man
She died inside in her youngest life
And Angels to scream...


And they say,
She's in the level A club,
Drunk with the old man butts
But she's been hallucinating...
Been this way since nineteen
And her face crumbling
In the long nights she's screaming
No one's there to help him
And her face crumbling...and...crumbling.

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15 JUL 2020 AT 3:54

Can there be anything lovable like a painter?
With a pencil and a canvas,
Muse with the beauty with tender
Bright like Stars and deep like clouds
Heart of a painter resonates with all the sounds
Shackles and thorns
A painter is born
His life like his canvas
A palette left with his universe
Faded love in his winter garden
Couldn't reach the spring and the summer
A heavy load of burden
With a thought of eternal bloomer
With a pencil and a canvas,
Makes a life in a paper
In the dream of savannas
He draws the beauty of the traitor
In all chaotic beauty lies a wounded work of art.
Beautiful but torn, wreaking havoc in his heart.
Camouflaged by insecurities, blinded by it all
My fellow artists, you didn't had the price at all.

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9 MAY 2020 AT 0:51

Life is full of episodes,
Bend it's course through gores
The future don't know the time,
And time is a miserable thing,
People wait to throw there dime.
And the Crooked glass don't see how they grim.

Life is full of episodes
Bend it's course through gores
Heart doesn't know his boundaries
In a blink loses it's individuality
You think it'll be in a epic frame
Flipped out and they put you in a shame

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26 FEB 2020 AT 2:36

The voice that purge out anxiety
The man who drew million ecstasy
Screaming through the "new divide"
Connecting the world through His eyes
For what our fate has found for us
His voice lead the way for the new leap across
Take praise all hail 'chester',
the revolution you brought will never hinder.

Raging flames revving through His bare hands
Screaming through "In the end"
And we tried so hard, and got so far
But He forgot to tell that it did matter
And He burned our flaws leading to His will
Saying, "When life leaves us blind
Love, keeps us kind"
Take praise all hail 'chester'
the revolution you brought will never hinder.

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20 FEB 2020 AT 17:44

I looked up to you when times were bad.
I looked up to you when I was sad.

I always laughed when you were by my side,
until you won't pick up my phone when i tried

To hear your voice I've to fight a war
I guess no other has this fate in all

It hurts me so badly that nothing can compare.
You were the one with whom my secrets I thought I could share

You helped me through bad times when people were so mean,
and now I'm so alone, I feel so deceived.

I try to find more friends that are as fun as you,
but the more I try, I realize there is nothing more I can do.

You're gone forever, whether you know it or not.
Me being stuck in this world alone like this, I'd rather be shot.

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29 DEC 2019 AT 11:08

Deceived by your brown eyes
Believed what you say true
Staring each others eyes
In that park bench wood
Holding our hands,
We danced the moment through

Like the muse in the written verse
Your flaming eyes in my universe
I still dream of you
Can't stop the memories we brew
Tumbling of flash cards,
Pull me to you.

The bond we stitched into
Wounds we saw through.
Pulling the guitar strings speaks of you
My black ink fall in love with you
Now having fun with a loaded gun
Sharp Bullets of regrets in my hand

Like the muse in the written verse
Your flaming eyes in my universe
I still dream of you
Can't stop the memories we brew
Tumbling of flash cards
Pull me to you

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10 SEP 2019 AT 0:11

In the garden of rows,
Young tulips grow
Red and yellow,
A path of life yet to follow.

To the love and for the dream tomorrow,
A bouquet of tulips widens what's narrow.
A hand in hand put evils in shallow,
What shackles us can never withdraw
But it'll soon break when rust follow.

Just a bouquet of tulips fulfill our hollows
Poetry of two lonely souls never boroughs,
Yet Quarrels push the bellows.
Far there where our thoughts collide,
Is the world through new divide?
Years of darkness where we made 'Dive'
White tulips is where the light resides.

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