I can always hear them.
And they're coming.
They never seem to reach me.
But they will.
Someday.
Soon.

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& then some people
are like shadows
Sometimes seen,
never actually been.

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These unbound shadows ..❤️
I confess I'm fond of them indeed !
They prefer my hollows
My placid thoughts, they heed .
My melted dispondencies ,
My heart's vacancies ..
These shadows embrace my everything in need .

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It always been difficult telling weather I am lost
Or these shells have become my Cage

these empty shells that are the ruins of the wall which once used to hold my heart.

The empty shells of dreams forms pain
That you can't find answer to
So I used it as ink to my pen hoping that someday it'll end

Wandering maybe surface lies below these ruins
But time shelters them as they go

And the shadows that have engulfed me refuse to let go

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Day on a side, night on the other.

Even earth needs to go through the game of light and shadow. We are just speck of dust with LIFE on it.

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ছায়া (দ্বিতীয় খণ্ড)
আলোর ঘাড়ের বোঝা আমি,জ্বলতে শুধু দেরি!
তোমার ফলেই মুখটি দেখাই,তাই অনুরোধ করি।
জানি আমার অস্তিত্বের নেই যে বিশেষ দাম!
সারাটা দিন চলতে থাকে অন্ধকারেই সংগ্রাম।
তোমার মাঝেই নিত্য বাঁচি তোমাতেই সব পাওয়া!
আলোর মাঝে বেষ্টিত হয়ে নাম নিয়েছি ছায়া।
পরস্পরের পাশে থেকেছি,হয়েছি পরিপূরক!
ইতিহাস এর কারণ পায়নি,বলেছে নিরর্থক।
শর্তবিহীন মুক্তির খোঁজে একই সুরে গান গাওয়া!
আলোর মাঝেই থাকবো হয়ে তাঁরই পরছায়া॥

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For i will let my words have a talk about the unveiled mysteries, hidden behind the dark shadows of truth..!!

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Look how our faces
pretend to hold a reality.
A reality that is
submerged in shadows.
And we'll still be walking around
Pretending our shadows
have an existence.

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Between Worlds

There I was. Gazing at my future to be in the small crystal ball an old women had given me. I watched as a little girl grew and followed through every tragedy.

To think that this is who my finite spirit will grab on to once it trades my cold body to the cradling arms of death, who will then promise to find it another home and before sending it off, will erase it of its memories.

Gently, I glided my fingertips on that delicate sphere of mist. Wondering how many lives my soul had fused itself with before mine. Indeed, I have no doubt there were many.

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