Or close the chapter if it went terribly wrong
And gives you displeasure
In between the lines
Life is like a book that contain either swords or dreams
You may cut or you may drug with words or with actions
In my book
It is up -to you to decide in which way you wish to move.
But gets turns and twistsIn the back of my headFully restless and worksAgainst a sense which tellsYou that you are aliveBut it tells me thatI am dead
A dejection of the desireTo have what the hated person hasPerhaps all would have been gladIf there was no fateBut somehow something dependsNot on you but on other peopleAnd you do not control themYou just need to prayTo change their mindIn favour of youSomehow I need to believe in my destinyWhy you did not born…
একি করালেউর্ধে যেতেএত নিচেনামালে ।
Where I have nothing to loseI want to go there crossingAll known limits whereI see nothing except you.
Then ego is your flameIlluminates your prideBut sucks up your love.
Like a hurricaneIn the vacuumSwift away everythingFound in my wayWeightless, shallow and falsehoodStrangulated the periodDark and ancientPut a seed under the soilTo sprout out mediaevalEnjoyed life fullyFrom brim to the leesIn my youthI saw the epochOf the wave of all roundProgress and developmentFrom materialism to the spiritualismSlowly the curveStarted to turn downSo many cried foulWasted…
