laying on my forearms,
thinking about you,
my muse of the day
I wonder what I'd do,
once wrapped in your arms,
both moonlit in the hay;

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a flower sheds
When people leave,
someone loses another
When people leave,
it seems lonely
When people leave,
we need support
When people leave,
something feels empty
When people leave,
a body reincarnates

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দিও তো আমাকে
যদি সম্ভব হয় তোমার
একটু সময় বের করে

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my thoughts drip from my fingertips,
abandoning all the cold within
embracing all the emotions of expression
only to convert the burden into a fact
relatable to someone somewhere

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I wanna buy you
with the silver coins
I deposited in my bank,
whose door can be unlocked
with the key only you own;
And then ride you,
tying your hands by my scarf,
and take us to
the world of paradise,
on the journey of which,
if ever your battery comes down,
my petrol and their containers
shall be there,
fuelling you all the way,
at no cost.

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The Beginning of My Day
(An excerpt from Letters of December : 2 -
My first non-virtual belles-letters)

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how newly it'll transform itself
when i open my eyes
in my own trance for a while
only to admire
its changes in the nick of time

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a candle burning out of soy wax
tenderly giving out the scent of its being
without expressing the inner exhaustion
that comes with it
for ages and ages long before
it is what we have known
only to unlearn it all now
in order to shun the survival strike

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It's not nice to hasten
it makes things topple
including yourself,
over stuff that must
not be stepped onto
bound and free
to make or ruin your day,
which one you don't know.

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নিস্তব্ধতার চূড়ো
ভাঙ্গলো আজ ছুড়ো,
কত‌ই বা বয়স
তবু করে আপসোস,
যার কোনো শেষ নেই
আর হবে বা কবেই,
যদি না থাকে আলো
একটু জ্বালো জ্বালো,
শুধু পথটুকু দেখানোর জন্য
বিশেষ কিছুই না অবশ্য,
কিন্তু তা হয় কি করে
পাছে নিভে যায় পরে!

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