If I were to put my mood into words-
I’d say I’m fighting the world just to be left alone. But it’s not really a fight—it’s more like the way time and pressure shape landscapes. Life feels like an unending process of deposition and erosion each experience adding layers while others strip them away. Sometimes I feel like a fault line, holding immense tension beneath the surface, knowing I could fracture at any moment.
Yet, in the stillness between shifts I find a strange comfort as if the breaking apart might finally reveal the core of who I am.

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The memories hit like waves, bringing with them the weight of everything lost, everything left behind. She had carried this burden for years, the unsaid goodbyes, the parts of herself unfinished. She thought she had moved on, buried the pain, but deep down, she never truly let go.

The past wasn’t something you could erase. It stayed with her, quietly haunting the shadows of her mind. No matter how much time passed, some things are never forgotten.

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Sometimes I just don’t shout, “I know you’re spinning tales!” because it takes the fun out of the game.
Over time, I’ve honed a quirky sense of humor—let’s call it sarcasm with a twist..
The people closest to me? They’re expert liars, serving up tales straight from the “You Won’t Believe This!” playbook, expecting me to buy it hook, line, and sinker but when I’ve cracked the code and got the real scoop. Instead, I just smile and think, “You’re a walking testament to your own antics.” And as the dramatic background music swells, I can’t help but hum, “La la la, the show goes on!”

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এক অদ্ভুত সমান্তরাল জীবন যেন বয়ে চলছে। এক দিকে তাঁর স্বাভাবিক সত্তা অন্য দিকে 'মায়াবিনী'র সঙ্গ আর তাকে ঘিরে বুনে চলা অ-সম্ভবের জগৎ। 🪻

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In the course of life's trials, one learns hard truths and gradually narrows their circle.
Friends and lovers, once seemingly steadfast, often vanish in times of adversity.
Your cries for help echo into the void, unanswered. You become the sole guardian of your shattered heart, absorbing every blow alone.
Over time, the screams fade, replaced by a practiced smile even in the darkest moments.
This transformation is profound, extinguishing the light of your inner child.
Emotions become distant memories—love, hatred, happiness—all fade into an overwhelming numbness. You feel nothing.

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I was like a timid traveler lost in the vast expanse of an unfamiliar terrain,
I faltered in my attempts to navigate the labyrinthine corridors of your heart.
Blinded by insecurity and consumed by doubt, I stood paralyzed on the precipice of possibility,
unable to muster the courage to reach out and claim the love that beckoned from beyond.

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In the hollow of night, I scream out in pain,
A soul torn asunder by love's cruel refrain.
In pursuit of solace, I find only despair,
As the ashes of hope scatter in the air.

So let the storm rage, let the tears fall,
For in this shattered heart, there's no solace at all.
In the wreckage of love, I drift alone,
A broken vessel in a sea of sorrow's moan.

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I will no longer surrender to the chains of faith,
for true liberation lies in confronting the harsh realities of our existence.
To those who cling to their illusions of salvation,
I challenge them to question the motives of a deity
who remains silent in the face of our anguish. Let us instead embrace our common humanity and strive to build a world
founded on empathy and reason,
rather than the dictates of religious dogma.

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In the depths of my heart, a profound ache lingers, a constant reminder that life can sometimes slip away, leaving us in a desolate abyss even while we continue to breathe.

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You needn't ever paint that window again; make the choice to seal it, safeguarding your soul from emotional wounds, regardless of the enduring allure of the world beyond .

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