Allegory I

All of my evinced probity is a shadowMother, you can’t stand.The ascent as in forbearance- is narrowMy tenure, in luck, was conditioned operant. I am an incongruity edified by youMother, you should figure.The walls have lied; now you have, tooWho cradled the flames? One’s eager. Fancied the cave as your lairIt darkened by the dayThe

Oxymoron but Not Really!!

Bourgeoisie doesn’t suit me. I’m neither elite nor an elitist. Not necessarily because I don’t want to be one, but because I strongly maintain that I’m not fated to be. I believe in fate like an unseasonal pastor of the prehistoric barren deserts. Maybe, that’s why I manage to remain this relaxed in the face

25!

I recently completed a quarter of a 100 years; not that I hope to live 100. Even if I live only one more, I just wanna live that one GOOD- nothing more, nothing less. You see, I’m too vulnerable to speak out my woes. Other than my better half, I can’t share them with anybody

My sister is depressed

I dreamt of my sister a few days back. I dreamt a very familiar scenario involving us- where I hug her tight after a long interval and then she hugs me back- giving up all her exhaustion on my chest. Last time I met her, she was so happy to see me! She understands things.

কবিতাঃ হরিণ

ঠিক কতটা অবুঝ হলে আমি তোমার জন্যে অপেক্ষা করতাম প্রতি সপ্তাহে!ঠিক বৃহস্পতিবারতোমার স্কুলের শেষ ঘন্টার সাথেসব লজ্জা উপেক্ষা করে আবার। আর যেদিন কথা হলো আমাদেরপাঁচ বছর পর প্রথমঅথবা একেবারেই প্রথম, পরিচয়ের দেরআমি খতম- একেবারে খতম! ভগ্ন আশায় একটু জ্বালানিদাও দাও করে আমি ফিরে যাই তোমার ফেরোমনেতুমি নদী- তাই ঢেলে দিয়ে সব পানিঠেলেছ আমায় দূরত্বে, আমি

Sixth Sense

Sighting a meadow, I had betrayed you Silently, a shadow, alongshore has made it through Siphoning my soul up above, diffused in the very blue Salient a direction to watch the void take a berry hue. Sabbatical I’m on from the obligation of loving you Saturated at the moment but, never think I’ve stopped to.

Connection

Last night, I had someone open up to me online. You know how I always keep saying that I’m looking for any single individual who could relate to my sufferings? I think I found someone of the exact similiar mental makeup as mine. And I was amazed when she started telling her stories and they

Crushed!

I’m allowed to weep. So, I weep. I weep in darkness and in silence. I weep calling upon God. I want my crying heard but by nobody. I want my reddened eyes noticed but by nobody. At one point last year, I had been loved and wanted by three women at once. And I couldn’t

Overachieved!

God tests people with different attributes and events throughout a lifetime. I’ve been tested with pseudo-intellect my entire life and I’m still under the same scrutiny which boggles my mind to this day. I can’t seem to wrap my head around as to why I’ve been chosen for such a path. Well, sometimes, I can-

The Typewriter’s Family

I grew up seeing a family. A family headed by a retired typist. It was the first time I ever saw a typewriter in my life- in their house. A diverse family that is! Six children- three of each gender. The eldest son- a rigid service man of the customs in his 50s, an avid