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কখনো খুঁজেছ কি আমাকে বাদলা দিনে না পেয়ে কাছে, একলা মরেছ তিলে-তিলে? এক ঘর ভর্তি মানুষ, আড্ডা হাসির ছটায়- একবারও কি উথলে ওঠে মন, জোয়ার-ভাটা; আমি কি পড়ি মনে, তোমার ব্যস্ত সময়ে মনের ফাঁকে বাসা বেঁধে থাকি এক কোনায়? বিকেলের … Continue reading
There’s a lump in my throat… a real, tangible thing with proper dimensions in the physical world, blocking my airway, suffocating me. Once it used to be just the leaden weight in the pit of my stomach. Now it has spread … Continue reading
Do you believe in the “divide and rule” adage in making friends? Is that what makes one more likable, worthy and dependable? The ability to whisper some harmless snippets of their “other” friends, putting in that little seed of doubt, … Continue reading
February 22, 2011An old entry from an older diary I have been thinking so much about you. You know that, don’t you. And I forgot what day it was. It is the day, two years ago, when you left us. I … Continue reading
I was going through some old posts of mine, and thinking of the times and inspirations which had brought forth the words that I had penned down. This post is almost exactly five years old, that I had written for … Continue reading
Losing you wasn’t an option, it was predestined. Like the gleaming sand that slowly seeps through the clenched fingers in a tight fist gone numb, I knew that I would never be ready for it, not now, not today, not … Continue reading
It’s strange how far we have grown apart. We talk, for we have to, being scared of the silence that looms so loud. Yet while we talk, we check ourselves, our words, turning them over in our minds and praying … Continue reading
It will hurt, it will acheAnd you’ll think, that you will break.It will smart, it will mock,Like your world is balanced on a rock.You’ll think, and will think againThinking what could be doneTo make it all undone-And start it all … Continue reading
I would love you unto death,Like I have loved you in life. I loved,Breathing, asphyxiated or barely gaspingThe life within of my soul, with its beating frantic heartThere was no end, nor a beginning to the tale of circlesIt went … Continue reading