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19 JAN 2018 AT 14:07

অনেক রাত কেটেছে একসাথে, হাসির ছলে..
গভীর রাতে.. কত কথা.. আড্ডা, গল্প..
সবই ফুরিয়েছে আজ,
ভেসেছে সব চোখের জলে..
'বাকি' বলতে,
অভিমান মেশানো ক্ষোভ !!
আর কিছু স্মৃতি আছে অল্প..

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29 APR 2017 AT 18:54

Dare not overhaul
My dilapidated heart
It's the only thing
She still loves
TRULY

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24 DEC 2017 AT 21:58

She struggled hard in that
dilapidated neighbourhood for the progeny that was to sprout out from her.
The squalor didn't bother
her as a lioness was giving
birth to her young ones.

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1 APR 2019 AT 22:01

I've come this long taking depression along, Little did i know pain could be this addictive that my body and soul are yearning to be broken coz now, that's where i belong.

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7 OCT 2020 AT 21:59

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The haunted house
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(Read the full piece in the caption)

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29 JUN 2022 AT 21:39

And some dilapidated things like hearts
are never get repaired but are left as an inheritance.

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5 DEC 2018 AT 23:34

She was passionate.
Dreaming about being loved by him through infinite rains,
But he chose not to give her the love she deserved.
He deserted her, worthless and wounded she left.
"love will never be my desire", she then claimed.

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4 AUG 2017 AT 0:40

Dilapidated
structures
Like Lovers
who've aged
Remnants of a
Glorious Past
when Love
Celebrated
each breath

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11 JAN 2019 AT 22:12

Wo manjur mujhe jo khuda kre,
Meri wafai ko, bejubaan kre,
Mujhe ishq m mohlat to de,
Pr tere bina hi sare ehsan kre


Mujhe muskilo se aati h jindgi,
Or is mehfil m bhi ab mera kaam Nahi,
Yu to ishq k khiladi purane h hm,
Pr tere bina lgta h,jese mehfil m jaam nahi,

Ye khuda ki di rhmt h,
Jo tu paas hokr bhi dur h,
M kl bhi tera tha,aj bhi tera hu,
Pr dekh na, tujhe bol bhi na paya, dil ye kitna majbur h

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14 JUN 2019 AT 20:31

I always go to a sense of calm while seeing dilapidated structures and decrepit rusty factories. It's the same kind of calm while I observe old people, going about their daily lives, slumped in their chairs as the existence around them breathes in, then out back at them. Their exteriors in shambles, withering yet their is an innocent beauty of young souls that they possess. Lost while I walk through them I find myself or my semblance beneath their shadows - a walking breathing dying crumbling facade that I am of all things I endure live and cherish. Maybe when I will have had my share of enduring living and cherishing I too would bare my soul through my crumbling charade as all the existence around me would breathe in and then out, back at me

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