Let me Breathe....

A mutiny within, through the randomness

of sensible thoughts; a sense of madness

of discourses of known past and present.

I fight for dancing speck of altitude of future

when multitude speaks in monotony of tire and disgust.

A void or a darkness, a silence or a despair

A motivation or a delusion,

I staggered on and on for an expectation of tomorrow.

An urge of protest, but a sense of character,

yet a display of regret for my own self.

Freedom is what I want

in solitude but through a space to breathe

through choices of present or future 

or maybe of life. 

Songs of Solitude....

To the dancing rhythms of despair ,
 To the transient melodies of happiness,
 Love seemed to be the only feeling of myself
 Was it a life they speak about every single day?
 A feeling so untrue, so destructive and so vulnerable
A feeling of uniqueness and perfection
 no words; left me in the dungeons of cherish
  to just speak about the air of despondency within
 yet, I speak about the feelings I dream of in-
 silent, persuasive nights, drenched in the spirit of solitude
                                                            

                                                               Innocent as was the feeling, so was the exploit
                                                                the gain?? Some aspirations long awaited.
                                                                Still I ran after your afterglow,your true feelings
                                                                 your kinds words and true self,
                                                                 Vain was all the consequence, buried deeper and deeper..........                  

Thoughts,Emotions and a Life...

Presenting before you my first Bengali story............ read it by clicking the link below

https://www.dropbox.com/s/sbf87tre3uosg58/golpo.pdf