In the shadows of my mind, I roam,
Lost in the labyrinth of my own despair.
Echoes of silent screams find a home,
In this desolate realm, caught in its snare.
"I want to scream," whispers my soul,
But the sound is swallowed by the void.
In darkness, I'm forced to console,
The emptiness, I can't avoid.
"I'm tired," echoes through the night,
As weariness consumes my bones.
Each step feels like a futile fight,
In this realm where hope atones.
Delirium dances with my thoughts,
Twisting reality into a haze.
In this labyrinth where darkness rots,
I'm lost in its winding maze.
Expectations of others once loomed large,
Now they seem less daunting, less dire.
Yet, it's my own expectations that charge,
Filling me with a consuming fire.
In the quiet chaos of my mind,
I search for solace, but it's denied.
In the darkness, I'm destined to find,
A sad symphony of tears, uncried.
So here I dwell, in shadows deep,
In the corners of my own dismay.
In the silence, my secrets I keep,
As darkness claims another day.-
হয়তো পড়ে শোনাব না
কোনদিন
তবু ছায়াপথ লিখি তোর নামে,
এক টুকরো
মধ্যাকর্ষণ হাতে নিয়ে।
শব্দে শব্দ ঘষি
আগুন আঁকবো বলে
কাব্যের গর্ভগৃহে।
এত সব আড়ম্বর
শুধু তোর সাথে বাঁচব বলে
ছয় ঋতুতে।
আদতে নাইবা হলো,
তবু কবিতায়।-
to everyone who is sleeping a broken heart tonight
one day, you will find a kind love,
the one that makes you fall
in love with the calmness,
the one that shows you a world beyond
the raging, maddening passion poets talk about.
this love, unlike others,
will cherish you on the days you hate yourself,
this love will know patience and empathy,
it will know compassion.
it will make you fall in love with warm snuggles
on an ordinary wednesday afternoon.
don't believe the world when they say
love always has to be like fire.
one day, you will find a love
that feels like water- maybe bland,
but necessary for survival.
one day, you will find a good love.
I know I will.-
When I write a poem,
I am indirectly telling about a metaphor
that a setting sun has left behind at the sea shore.
I gently pick it up,
Making sure it doesn't crumble
under the weight of my feelings.
I hide it from people, till it's bedtime.
More often than not,
it shines brighter than a star
and I open it in the silence of the dark night.
Sometimes, I write about the time
when we used to steal glances during the class
Both of these feel the same way,
Like a new moon night
that's still alive light years away from us;
Either ways, it is beautiful,
like an offspring of the nature.
Do you still wonder why I write about you?-
There are a million reasons
Why I shouldn't love you,
There are a million reasons why
we didn't workout together.
When your sun changes into party clothes,
I sleep under a cozy blanket, reading a book.
Your moods are either black or white,
While I'm painted in infinite shades of grey.
I can't help but wonder
Why I still fall in love with you everyday,
And scribble about you all night?
Only to burn my love for you into ashes in the morning,
Yet it will rise again every night only to burn with the rising sun.
Everyday I remind myself that loving you is like smoking
Yet loving you is as necessary as having healthy lungs.
Loving you reminds me of the burning sun.
And this sun, will never set.-
There are some pain that never switch places.
People says, "don't be weak"
But no one to caress the bruises.
And yet I rise,
Holding back tears, and hiding fears.
I laugh. I smile.
I deal with stuffs like nothing's wrong!
But then the night comes,
Turning the fears into demons,
I clench the sheets out of fear,
I dug my nails into the pillow, I retire.
The demon pulls me back,
Suddenly the time stops.
The demon whispers.I shudder.
I reach for the knife or the blade.
As I drag it through my skin,
The blood drips slowly;
And the demon fades,
Leaving behind the scars that mark his rage.
Slowly the dawn sweeps in,
Bringing lights, fading fights.
I put on a smile, I hide my scars.
I know the demon, I know his traits,
For I long to meet him now, In the dark,
The same old whispers, And the same old pain.
-
Delirium
It's one of those times
when I resent
every affection,
I crave desolation,
an empty apartment,
and some unattended regrets.
It's one of those times
when I am arrogantly naive,
I scribble,
confused and absent minded,
Slowly caressing
around those untamed words.
I resent and refuse.
I refuse and leave.
Locked doors. Desolation.
Layers. Opacity.
What's more merciful,
a shot at a raging life
or an instant, painless death?-
Jaane ye ishq ka karz kab utrega
Roz ansuon se kisht bharti hoon..-
Chal palat kar phir dekhte hai peeche
Zakham ko thoda kuredte phirse
Pata hai woh ab sath nhi mere
Par yaad se thoda aaj phir ghirte hai use
Ishq jal ke rakh hogaya hai
Par abhi bhi dil me rakh banke zinda hai
Sab bolte hai "bas bhi kar ab bhul ja na use"
Par dil ke pinjre mein bhi toh ek parinda rehta hai..-
Sometimes all I want is
to just cry it out,
untill all have is
emptiness left within me.-