But aren't we all just vagabonds,
Searching for life in nutshells
where life never once existed?

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The night was melancholic
And here was I,
Brooding over my body full of scars -
Wondering how no one,
Could ever call 'em pretty
And embrace me all the same?

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When a star can go unnoticed in the starlit night,
Then how can my mere presence matter?

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The sky doesn't seem like mine today.
These tears streaming down my cheeks -
Feel foreign on my pale skin.
The smile that I wear from mornin' to night -
Is not mine.
All that I own is but
A broken down, shattered existence -
Trying to make
The pieces of broken glass
Join together as if new.
Tear down my skin,
And you'll find my ribs
Stained with the overwhelming pain
Of my heart.

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peace in this chaotic rumble
Of mundane existence.
My eyes search for your smile,
That oozes all my pain away.
My hand fumbles its way
To reach up to you.
Won't you pull me up this time?

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I hope to fall asleep in a dry pillow someday,
Only to wake up with eyes that ain't red
Or puffed after crying long all night.
For, you know not how my pillow remains moist every night
And how my eyes yearn for a good nap.
Let go of me .
Let the broken pieces of glass cut through me -
Until pain can longer be filled
And blood can no longer gush out.
Let my soul be free
From this pained living.
With death, let my soul bid goodbye
To humane existence.

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For in the end,
You no longer wait for the unexpected.
You no longer leave the coffee unattended.
You no longer wait for that one person,
To walk in through those doors.
You are just tired of expecting.
You are just numb -
A void of emotions.

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স্ট্রিট ল্যাম্পের আলোটা নিভু নিভু করে আজ নিভেই গেছে।
ওপাড়ার কুকুরটা আজও ঘেউঘেউ করছে।
হাতের সিগারেটটা আজও অর্ধেকটাই বাকি।
কবিতা না হয় পরে হবে,
বলি আমাদের গল্পটা শুরু করি?

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Break me until my broken pieces -
Can no longer be joined.
Cut through my soul,
Until my soul ceases to exist.
Let my tears fall so unabashed
That they seem to be losing their meaning.
Shatter me with a pain,
That becomes one with my pathetic existence.
Let my train leave the lone station tonight,
Let my farewell not be moistened
By those warm tears and soft embrace;
For their can never be enough emotions
To fill the surging void in me.

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I hope to fall asleep in a dry pillow someday , only to wake up with eyes that ain't red or puffed after crying long all night.
My tired eyes yearn for some rest, after the lone days and those terribly long nights. Let the broken pieces of glass cut through me until pain can longer be filled and blood can no longer gush out.
My soul yearns for a sleep so peaceful, that even the dusk seems quaky.

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