The wind of spring that touching me May have touched you. We are strangers to each our selves But I dream few moments with you. The serenity of this Sunday morn Deepening the solitary of mine As we thrive on our aspirations Living on different sides of the road.
Promise On sale in this eve bazaar Me A beggar looking for silence Promise I am scared of and nothing else Enroll
ছন্নছাড়া হয়ে বেঁচে আছি আমরা। ঘূন পোকারা আমাদের স্বর কেড়েছে বোবার গোঙানি আমাদের সম্বল। চৌকাঠ আমরা পার করি তবে ফিরে ঠিকই আসি মানুষ খুন করে, স্বপ্ন মিথ্যা প্রমাণ করে চোখরাঙানিকে আমাদের যে বড্ড ভয়। সংবাদ ২/৫/২০১৮
Mesmerizing and captivating. Only two words that came to my mind as the end scroll started scrolling after a few seconds of silence--in memoirs of the sacrifice by Rani and other women, it seems. After a decade in the development phase, casting, and recasting, plus, a year of protests for sake of saving our ideology Padmaavat (rechristened from … Continue reading Padmaavat…(More Than) A Few Words
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< p style="text-align:justify;"> Tomorrow we're going to celebrate the 69th Republic Day. To some, it's a holiday, and this year it's an extended weekend, and to some, it's the day of revoking the pledge of being the republic. For the latter category, though, these days you can find lots of not-interested in the basic pledge. … Continue reading Where Are We Heading To?
The whisper the wind that left behind Will take me where? The tired calmness of end January cold Bringing out the path that's hazy now. Breeze not the loneliness making up environ Of solitary imposed, convicted loneliness. It's now hard to remember her face as I was thinking But, no, the coffer is open and … Continue reading To You, To Neverland