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I will come and meet you. Not with a flower, Not with a fruit. Its not your heart, That I am trying to loot. I will come and meet you, Not to talk,   Or to gawk. Just to look, And stay mute. It is all I can do, to just meet. Take silent pleasure, In your silent greet.

The boy,  Ever so straight Never ever late To do chores. A close friend to clock. So bonded that others mock. The girl,  Ever so bent. Never so lenient, To rules. A close friend of night Stays out of sight Of the boy.

 (T) Unforgettable this love. Unbearable this pain. Never-ending night. Insufferable sight.  O my Lily! If only I could  Go back in time! Say all the things that I should That would make you love me more! But, here I am.  There you are. So close, so close. Yet so far, so far! (R) Undo this time. Undo this pain. End this night. I do not want to see this sight again. O My Rose! If only I could Freeze this moment! and say all the things (perfectly)  That would make you love me more! But, here I am.  There you are. Not so close, not so close  Yet not too far, not too far! Word of the day: "creature comforts"

কাপুরুষ, নির্বাক, ভীতু,  আহ! এই লজ্জা, লজ্জা, লজ্জা!  অতি সামাণ্যের জন্যে রক্ত ঝড়েছে! জন্ম দিয়েছে অসামাণ্য চিত্রের! সেই চিত্রের বাহিরে দাঁড়িয়ে ছিলাম আমি।  লজ্জায় অবনত আমার মাথা,    ভেতরের এই পীড়া জানেন অন্তর্যামী । আমার লজ্জা ধুয়ে যাক,  স্লোগানে, স্লোগানে ।  আমার হৃদপিন্ড জর্জরিত হোক,  সদা সত্য শব্দের তানে । কাপুরুষতার কলঙ্ক মুছে যাক আমার সরব স্লোগানে, বৈষম্য হোক নির্বাক  ! কাঁধ থেকে ভয়ের ভার দিব ফেলে । মাথা উঁচিয়ে,  বুক চিতিয়ে, স্লোগান দিবো । লোকে বলবে, ছেলেটা মৃত্যু নিয়ে খেলে! ১৭/০৭/২০২৪

Words do not mean a thing To my beloved. One minute she Is all serious.  Another minute She forgets.  All those deceptively "loving words"  that went back and forth, Cleared away  by the present wave. Leaving an empty shore. She reads It. But does not actually reads it. Words, carefully woven for her, Gets neglected under her eyes. She sees only what she wants to see. She hears only what she wants to hear. She feels only what she wants herself to feel. These sweet words do not matter To my beloved. She is not my beloved. Never was.  I am an unworthy germ Undeserving of such beloved! I should have been dead (A long time ago!) (Then, why am I still alive?) ( How am I still alive?) 

Why love someone? Who will never even recognise you, As a fellow human being? Why love someone? Who will always reply to you with  An unruly answer? Why love someone?  Who has already fixed her eyes Upon someone else? When many pairs of eyes gaze at her And make her more appreciated Why would she care about This pair of eyes?  Then again, Why love at all?  Why not die? * Dying can wait. She cannot. She will not. I postpone my death! Until she leaves this land.

My beloved broke her heart today, For how many times?  I don't know the count. She never tells me. She will stay silent now. She wants to escape. She feels like dying, dying, dying. (false alarm) She will never speak to anyone. (false alarm) Not even to me. (kind of false alarm) I am a nobody to her. (Not a false alarm!) She is my beloved. But I am not hers. July 8th: she realized it was all an Illusion Her beloved had a flute. And she followed the tune. Now, she is sinking in a dune. My beloved! O my godsend beloved! Stay alive! (she will, whether I pray or not) This stupid scribe needs you!  Not for love. It can go to hell. For your company . This is all I ask! To sit beside you.  And ask you silly questions. To doodle with you. Noodles of emotion will flicker Once or twice.  I will let it die and Continue our conversation.  Until my death ... * July 14th: she unblocked me. Why block me in the first place?  July 15th: because she told me to shut up. Stop ...

I bought a cactus today For somebody in mind It was small, green, and alone. Past came rushing.  Crushing whatever was left of me. Words, sharp as a needle pinned on me. Here my cactus sits, On his tub. No longer lonely. Giving company, To the loneliest man alive. -June 24, 2024  Cactus on its deathbed: 9/7/24 Regained health: 10/07/24 Cactus fell and broke into three pieces: 24/07/24 It is finally dead: 15/10/24 

  Nobody loves anybody i n this place! A boy helps a girl, For the sake of helping. A girl gives a gift to a boy, For the sake of giving. A gaze is just a gaze. A playful word is just a play. A biting lip is…nothing! Nobody loves anybody in this place! Here,  Everybody  knows each other very well . They are almost relative .  Almost! but never. Here, they call each other  with playful nicknames .  Names with loving care, But love never reveals itself, From hide and seek. “What is love ? What is passion ?” Do not ask them. Pure soul. all figured out! Living for the sake of living. Here, you show love. But never say it. Note: 9 /07/24. Based on "9:51 to 10:38 pm" conversations. Composed: 11:00 pm.

I think she is in love with me (I am in love with her) Madly. She will be disappointed (I will be) I noticed her. In our fiction course. She was staring at me (I was staring at her) I looked back. Then she looked back. Our eyes met. I see passion. I will be obsessive If I give a self-encouraging glance at her. But I will not. She is not the answer (I am not the answer) Now, Look at me (look at her)  I am handsome (she is gorgeous) Look at her (look at me) She is ugly (I am ugly) She is stupid (I am stupid) Does she know? Do they know? That I am an alien? I think they do (or felt) Look at them staring at me. They are not saying anything! But their eyes! Their eyes say everything! What should I do until my spaceship arrives? I cannot get used to this planet. -17th September, 2023

“His face shines forever, On my sunny sky, And twinkle at Cold Night. We departed, but never said goodbye” Said my beloved. Keeping her head, On the strong arms of an empty man. Wearing a black shirt. He listens. * “I go back again and again At that time. When he and I, used to lie to each other, h urt each other. And smiled the next day when we met, But never said, sorry. But I do not have a fare to get back  On that train.” Said my beloved. Keeping her head, On the arms of a man, Who has curly hair. Wearing a red shirt. He listens. * “I remember the day he held my hand, For the first time, with his sweaty palm, shaking. The world suddenly stood still. The morning breeze felt heavy. But I did not let go of his hand,       I could not.       I would not. I did not look at him once. We walked, Like a boy who got his cherished Ice-cream, Wanted it to last forever! The Ice-cream melts, So do our hearts. Creamy droplets fall o...

6 out of 21 (1) 75 years! Is it just a number?  An information? Buried,deep. Bloody past, blasts. Dreams, demolished. Memories, crushed. Courage, trapped. Fear, fired at. Unburied sleep. (2) Occupied and stolen- Land, Dreams, Future, By the blue baboons. Resilient and brave, Are the man,                Women,        And, children.  Of  watermelon and olive land. (3) The father, who lost his daughter, Stands beside a son. The son, who lost his father, Stands beside a brother. The brother, who lost a sister,  Stands beside a husband. The husband, who lost a wife, Stands beside a grandfather. The grandfather, who lost all, Stands beside a boy. The boy, who lost a mother, Stands next to a rubble. Where everyone was lost. (4) (Note to self: +Complementary image must be added with this poem. Some random dots and dashes all over the page. Some are connected, like a tree. Alluding to the family tree. In this tree, s...

 Pray, for the late and the living, For the mother and the sibling, For the father and son, Pray,  What once was a dream, Now have come undone.

  It ends It  mends It bends

  (WIP) Round and round it moves,  Following the invisible line.  Neighbors are aloof, If they are too friendly, they will poof,  Nonetheless, relationships never decline.  Round and round it moves, Circling the great giant, And the fiery giant, like an unknown guide, Guides it towards, and to eternity.  It moves, round and round, And so does the living inside. And so do their thoughts, that haunt them And taunts them;  It Goes Round and round.  

On a still water A pebble fall, S tirring the semi-quietness, living creatures rustled and moved about, tiny air too small to see, Penetrated the water surface, And let shrubs and herbs grow. A world breaths inside, For a pebble a nd more. happening like this constantly. In a calm crowd Asma came, stirring the semi-numbed emotions Hearts and minds rattled and ran with, Tiny ecstasy, too small to sense, Penetrated the emotional surface, And let friendship and fiend-ship grow, A community breathe inside For Asma a nd more, happens like this constantly. 

I know I want to say something, Something very profound, intimate. Something that will unburden me, Something that will keep me from murdering myself. But...but I cannot trace the letters, words, and sentences. As if they had left my mind, leaving a lingering sense of void. My Inner-void made my tongue rigid, Hence, my silence.    

(draft) Twenty one O twenty one!  O blessed numeral, you bring me midst of ceaseless fun made me desire a funeral! half spent in innocence half in ignorance  other half in losing sense and the rest getting back 

In a pretty and handsome world (a) An ugly boy and an unattractive girl meet (b) He hated her (c) She hated him (d) But we, the omnipresent reader, (c) know What will occur (c)

 A boy was alone  All alone  Then sees a girl  Hick! (He hiccups) A girl was alone All alone Then sees a boy Hick! (she hiccups)