With Myself

With Myself
"কত কি করার আছে বাকি "

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

When Time Melts

Be it the pungent smell of perfume or my lavish boredom,
Time melts with the fragile inception of thinking the zenith.
Your pinch of camaraderie makes me happy to believe
That I do exist.

Thorny puffs cunningly answer to the every question,
I asked in my infinite emptiness of dreams.
When one drop of my blood sucked the hatred
I questioned my existence.

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