Sleepless night

Sleepless night,
not one but thousands alike,
ticking clock hammering inside my head
and the heaviness of dull-miserable hours
wrapped up in a blanket of quietly passing moments.
Then I close my eyes,
and look at the sky,
numberless stars I start counting,
and when I open my eyes,
I find the fiery flames of my starry sky
burnt all my fingertips
and turned my heart into ashes…

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In a sleepless night like this

In a sleepless night like this,
when an eternal silence is my sole companion,
a sigh suddenly
echoes your name out loud
cracking the iciness of shattering moments.
Sometime —
the neverending night
and I stand behind the close-set bars
of my window,
with a numbness gathered from an unknown life sentence,
I witness a sunrise
with a dead —
imperturbable gaze,
while the morning breeze brings me
the scent of your memories
those are long gone,
perished in dusty pages of time
yet feels so freshly wounded,
blood stains — so deliciously colorful,
I inhale you

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without you…

Day and night
it strikes me with anguish,
and I’m tormented by the thought
that I’m torn apart from you.
Then I close my eyes
and I see you,
walking towards me
wearing blue,
amidst crowd
where none but only you alive,
only you exist my love,
rest of the world – lifeless
Only your smile,
your eyes,
and I fall in love
with you again.
I live there
until I open my eyes
and the world drops dead
once again
without you in it.

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Tonight I see you…

I see you —
walking towards me
in a gentle manner,
apart from all mortal beholders
going beyond all sights.
This rainy night sway
amidst all chilling drops
through the grassy meadow
of our last known —
an intense feeling,
caresses of your sensitive palms
and like a paint brush
your fingers mapping upon my skin.
You are reaching me – my sweet beloved
walking towards me
softly – gently…

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মনে পড়ে কি? এটা তোমাকে নিয়ে লিখেছিলাম সেদিন। শব্দগুলো আজও আছে। শব্দের মাঝে তুমি আছো। শুধু আমার জীবনে নাই তুমি……!!


Art of Scars

Seeing an unfathomable darkness
from the cracks of her sparkling eyes,
he dove in and there he met her scarred
— vulnerable self and the beauty of her
broken heart which he was completely
unaware of, and he couldn’t restrain
himself from falling — for
The art of scars she bears beneath
her skin…

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