The stories of conclusion
An unexpected cremation ;

The honour, the waiting
The oblivious ending
Is the eternal
Wait, the wait for beloved...

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চোখ বুলিয়ে নিলাম;
হ্যাঁ, অনেকদিন পর পেলাম আরাম চোখে ।।
নিঃসঙ্গ জীবনের বেঁচে থাকার রসদ ,
হয়তো তোমার কবিতাই ।।
আজও তা আকাশের মতো উদার ,
অচেনাকেও ঠিক ধরে রাখে ।।

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Christmas is the soulful Bliss... The resurrection of new Hope, Thought and Prosperity... Merry Christmas to you, to your family and friends...


Eva...

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That world of no boundaries
No demarcations at all
A place of love stories

No worry no cruelty
No loss no harm
A land of wonder
A glittering charm

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Unsaturated ;
The soul stays ,
Dances with the breeze
Alone ;
Enumerates the lone gesture like numb
Spectator ;
Dust covers the atmosphere !
Slowly ;
Trees are the only narrator like
Forever ;
Love entangles beauty , nurtures
Infinity ;
As well , love finds its path in between
Storm ;
Like hell in disguise ,
The hope against all
Odds ;
Lives the rest ,forgets tantrums it faced ...

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which incinerates inequality ...

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Only awaiting hope ,
reflects through the eyes of lonely soul ,
in disguise ...
Talks about the story of emptiness ,
the void misses the beauty ...
Sky regrets ;
the whole universe
in search of stars ;
recites poem
sounds the tale
Of never-ending love
Like a magic
Like a novel ...

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The eternity
Beyond cacophony
Against cruelty
Down the memories
Stitching the harmony . . .

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Dramatical eruptions spurt , from the corner of saddened heart ;
Erodes sanity , enchants deep dark melody :
" The core , surrounded by the oblivious pore "
" The drama,  the obnoxious vanity " ; resurrects panorama ...
My melting desire , without warning ! disappear ...
I grasp the taste of failure ;
In a sophisticated way all over ;
The layers , form the outer ;
Condoled the soul , capping roar .
Mist overtakes me forever ;
I am in a trap of evil prayer ...
The inner , tends to retire ,
Makes again and again
         a bruised gladiator ...

   

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I love the way you recall me
The unsung story
I adore ...
I adore the sunset
Just to feel the touch of sunrise again ...
Fragmented , spared heart says :
I was destined to be yours
But the reality laments in vain ....

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