I type, I click, I send I wait, no reply, unfriend Anger, I need to mend So I type, I click, I search, I select, I order, I splurge Guilt, nothing to purge I type, I search, I find How to create peace of mind Only to get more entwined
We're all webbed! We're webbed by our own creation, Connected yet disconnected, Trying to get rid of eachother, Holding on to only those who don't bother. Stuck in the present; Past that reminds of resentment; Future that doesn't consider your consent, We're stuck. Dependants celebrating independence; Surviving with so much confidence, Looking for someone who'd complete our sentence; We're still weaving the web.
আমি যে মেঝের উপর দাড়িয়ে আছি ; সেটা তো আমার হাটার রাস্তা নয় । অগুন্তি বই তাক সাজানো আছে , দোকানদার তো আমার পয়সা নেয়নি ! তবে কেনো দাড়িয়ে রইলাম ঠায় , যেখানে , আমার নামের , কিছুই আমার নয় । আমি আসলে পছন্দের মাটির পুতুল , বাড়ির কর্তার পরিশ্রমের কেনা বুঝলাম ভাই , আমার নয় , অ্যাকাউন্ট টাও নয় " দুপায়ের হাঁটু কাপছে বুঝি .?" আমি বললাম না না , আমি তো নিজেই , হামাগুড়ির পথটা খুঁজি ।
A Girl Send Fake Name FB Request. To Make Me Webbed She Is Trying Her Best. Her Boyfriend Call Me With His Number Talking in Girls Voice From That Number Her Boyfriend Also Tried The Miss Call But I Do Not Made Any Back Call He Become Girl 4 His Girlfriend I Cant Loose My Character 4 Any Friend I Dont Know Why She Is Doing My Inspection Maybe She Want To Prove Me Guilty So That I Face Family Rejection.
The past leaves...but it leaves the lingering after taste of the bitter and sweet ...it casts light or shade upon the present and leaves it's footprints on the unravelling roads of tomorrow...the past leaves but lives on...in regrets and "what if" hangovers...and we look back in longing...a catch in our hearts even as we move on...struggling to recapture lost glories... we push the present to cast shadows of past dreams on an imagined future...even as we leave our past behind we step forward only to create other pasts for tomorrow...