HappyLand

 It's okay, I am okay. The Earth is filled with innumerarable elements. seen and unseen. colored and discolored. shaped and unshaped. discovered and disregarded.  From so many choices, what are the odds, I ends up as a Human being?  but It's okay. why did my gaze stop at her in a room full of forty-something brainiacs?  why after years of punishment, my mind still wanders, knowing that she is meant for someone else? why then I daydream?  My sweet fog evaporates when she is with the right person, which is okay. I am okay.

How do I find the courage, to let go? Do I really need It? I just go. leaving courage and cowardice behind.

Once you were  a child. then acting like  a child. then, you are holding  a child.

You come. learned to be better, Try to be better, Teach, to be better. Leave a part of yourself and then exit.

Delusional diarrhea about you,  I used to suffer from It. Woefully weak, Thirst for you, dry me. After drinking plenty of reason, Resting my boring biology (a treason!) After Eating solid logic of life, I am cured, at last! 

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...

I have been hit  By the Cupid, With a blunt arrow!

She walks, talks, and behave Just like any "one one-of-a-kind" would, My beloved. Has all the elements to enchant And to weaken your wit, Resist that you simply can't. All in all, she has it all. He writes just as he looks, As good with people as with books. Worships great poet that came before, Recite their poems, and  Read their lore. All in all, he has it all! "One of a kind" her, And "Crafty mind" him. Walk beside each other, But there is "nothing" In between. They walk, They listen, They talk, and get smitten,  by "nothingness". 11/06/24 Now, what more can I say  about my beloved? She wanders and wanders, wondering where next she will go. Unknown alleys she travels, her life turned indigo. (The narrator of this poem is Bekkol )

 [Each one is 3 to 7 seven seconds in duration] [uploaded in my  2NT1 channel] 10 out of 21 completed 1. First one 2. Second one 3. Third one 4. Fourth one        5. Fifth one 6. Sixth one 7. Gaza   8. seventh one 9. Ninth one 10. Candle 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21

It is just another mundane monday at the University.  I am inside room no. 206. Sitting on the benche beside Sharif. Leaning my head on the table. Half asleep and half awake. Taking in and forgetting whatever History lesson Harun sir is spitting out. I am gonna regret this. But I cannot help feeling droopy because of the morning shift routine. With hazy vision I am looking at the whiteboard, which is now projecting a poem of T S Elliot. T S Elliot,  T S Elliot, I repeated to myself. I have to Remember this. What period is sir currently on? Industrialism? Which year was that? 18th? I have to turn some pages. But the book is in my backpack and I am too tired to get it out. I told to myself, whatever.  I looked at the whiteboard and saw, sir already moved to another Poet. I sighed and rest my head on the table again. I surrender to the fate. Que sera sera. With furtive eyes, I looked at Her. The almost mythical, almost goddess, Her.  She was also not focusing on sir's l...

( D1) North Chartha |Local correcpondent The locals at the northchartha wakes up with the sound of ambulence and police sirens.Hours later Police arrives. News of the Death of Munshi family spread like wildfire. A local, Salam, was first to arrive and informed the Police.  The deceased Munshi abdur rouf (47) and Mst. Salma khatun (36) was found in their room. Their body was paler than average corpes. Forensic says they have never seen such case.  Death was not the only tragedy the local witnessed. Abdur rouf's daughter, Luna Munshi (19) was found unconscious in her room. The examiner Dr. Reneissance Nowshin, found traces of semen in the victims body. The suspect, Razib Munshi (21) was found beside Luna Munshi's unconscious body. Supposedly mounring. He was apprehended and later arrested on rape and murder charge. Razib Munshi was found and later adopted by the Munshi Family.  Munshi Family was a well respected in their locality and known for their kind demeanor. The news ...

(concept) written solely for later use as a guide.  CHAPTER TITLE: 0. PROLOGUE:  we are hearing a TV news. Weather report. The downpour will continue for three more days due to the depression in the Bay of Bangle.  We see a red wire dissected in two parts. We see fingers connecting it. A metal cover clouds over the wires. Metal casing. We zoom out. We see its a TORCHLIGHT. Old fashioned.( in the background we hear the noise of a man moving around, rustling clothes) Is there something ominous about it?. Before we could analyze it more. A hand takes it from the table. 1. THE TRAGEDY:  on a stormy night (downpour) while our protagonist was heading to his home he heard a woman shriek. THIEF! then heard the sound of footsteps coming closer and closer. Suddenly he saw the face( of the thief). The face saw him. Halted on his feet. Slipped on the road. Then suddenly disappeared ( where the light fell) before our protagonist could comprehend what Just occurred. The woman appe...