Deep n Dark

a waterfall rushing down your whims, a battlefield raging in my dreams

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One year just passed like that (to my father)

One year just slipped, like air, like cherished moments--

Not

You can’t cope, voice

Voice breaks into tiny fragments of nothings

Whispers so loud

Dreams, you, and I still dream of you

Alive, and talking

Sometimes sleeping. But never dead

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watercolor

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A PARALYZED NOTION  vaguely called sadness, do i stumble upon the moments on the go? i have the right, the sign , the skin, the flesh the armor-- the eon-treated memento; the solitary siren seeks the solemn  the bravado of skipping moment lassitude’s diligent bow... 

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city doesn't stay at one place a bare-bone structure of  solemn days, talks in metaphors and superficial similes, city doesn't stare at my face somewhere within a thread stretches over the time, through the countries, through the memories of strangest days, city doesn't answers, why some people become memories, and some become a safe place...

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I never knew love Exactly what it is, shredding the veil of metaphors Till the point where you claimed me as a whole To be yours, I walked into rain And you drenched me Again metaphor! To place what I'm trying to say in blunt words That I never understood the intricacies of love But I woke up beside you in the middle of the night, And all the stars came in through the windowpane falling on our bed, You held my hand and we were transported into infinity, And that was in everyway-- Better. I never understood love in formal way Probably in a way you wanted me to understand, But when I kissed you standing on the mountains, We were surrounded by prayer flags And I could hear the prayer reverberating through me when your lips touched mine, I have been a felon all my life But your touch purified a crippling dark in me We were surrounded by prayer flags And that moment We were prayers echoing from the heart of the Himalayas And I knew, May be I'll never understand love well But as long as you're in my arms , We will be, Okay... And that is better In everyway...

To Sarah, My love, Happy Valentine's sweetheart <3

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we never touched the gem-stone together she told me twice, may be thrice, later my hands possessed by a rhythmic soul  waiting to be flattered by the tale: ghost of a time-- ancient ruins of unkind-- soapy love how is it possible to have a poem without her scent lingering all-over it-- how is it, even in her absence, she is imperative...

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do the poems die when the poet is gone? all those scattered leaves, thoughts that broke bones and cut woods once, how they sigh looking back, how poet sees himself in their marred reflection. do the poems die when the poet is gone? how the spindles turn in a tide of moving ons, how the pale words become shrubs and wall flowers, looking back how the poet feels when a thousand poems sing one single love song? do the poems die, when poet is, gone?

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অনেক কথার মাঝে লুকানো কাঁচপোকা আর ক্লান্ত রোদের ঘ্রান, বিকেল কথকতা করে যায়, অভিমান আতসকাঁচে ঢাকা থাকে, নিঃস্তব্ধ– রাত তাকে চোখে চোখে রাখে জোছনা উড়ায় ধুলো ছেলেবেলার বিস্তীর্ন স্মৃতিভেজা মাঠে মৃদু ডানা শালিখেরা নেমে আসে বসন্তবউ দোলনচাঁপা গাছে চুপিচুপি বলে যায়, সপ্তদশী অমানিশায় শোনে রাত কালপুরুষের নীল আভায় ভিজে যায় রাত , আরো কত ভোর আরো কত কথা , বাকি আছে–

(via deepndark)

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A broken rhyme about the tale of the time

A hollowness reverberates around me I am ashamed to be who I am to be, As the river rage, the wind roar I am weak-kneed, I am shaken through the core I Stumble– unmoved, crumbling down upon the road I kneel: Not in front of any supreme being Not in seek of any mercy, or blessings– Cause in mockery of grand design, We don’t coexist…

But I kneel before time That throws back my plight, My pain , my past, my aimless mirth, sordid days and My might– My might.

Time shows me who I am to be And I climb back up on my feet Clutching the reassurance of, The timeless me–

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Paint a song on my name Alive alone so so away-- Hushed and quite lethargic In my palms your eyelashes I have saved the condensation from your smile In my lips i feel your scent How soon how far, the days keep getting longer In my shiver, you awake...

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Solemn in her ivory reviera I want to retreat, Washing ashore – And she Whispers through the space, In her ordinary days (as she likes to call them) I am missing, And in my wake i leave fragments of her dreams, She’s smeared on me In a way a canvas dreams of coral green eyes, In a way I long for her lips, Her torso, her waist, Her love, lust, pain, tears, Her ordinary days, pressed against mine…

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When I write my name on wind, Could you breathe my love ? Could you smell the ashes from my ribcage? Would you mend my heart?

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To write my ache on your tongue To kiss the pain from your poetry page…

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We are all craved kisses and rainy nights On the hearthmat keeping our songs lit: Alive In an alcove away from the sun She weaves geranium petals into her hem We are all, adhering to the pause, To conform, to compensate-- To comprehend Her steps, in a sudden rush Molding the burning sun in fractured droplets, And I , assimilation of desire, Want-- Yearn-- Crave-- Comprehend...

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Runaway– I brace my poplar wood bones To the wind i bow, but never break Two lime green leaves fluttering from my ribcage,  I must learn to blossom against the wind-- I must rave...