জীৱন বাস্তৱ হ‌ওক

জীৱনক এখন এখন স্ক্ৰীণত আবদ্ধ কৰা আমিবোৰে নিজৰ গুৰুত্ব বুজিবলৈ লৈছো আমাৰ স্ক্ৰীণবোৰত ভাঁহি অহা আনৰ পছন্দ (লাইক) মন্তব্য (কমেণ্ট) অথবা দৰ্শনৰ(ভিউজ) সংখ্যাৰে। আমি 'আমি' হ'ব লাগিব। তেওঁ নাজানে তোমাক তুমি নাজানা তেওঁক জানিবলৈ চোৱাচোন তেওঁ যেতিয়া বাস্তৱ হৈ তোমাক এষাৰ মাত দিয়ে তুমি 'তুমি' হোৱা তেওঁ 'তেওঁ' হ‌ওক শব্দবোৰ সঁচা হ‌ওক দৌৰবোৰে অৰ্থ পাওক … Continue reading জীৱন বাস্তৱ হ‌ওক

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Sunset

You Made Me Alive Again Keeping Me Away From The Burden Of Life's Problems. I love you nature.

Artists

The artists- They are spreading love They are one of the reasons I stop and realize What we are capable of creating, They are the rays of hope Whenever I feel insecure. I know it's very very hard To be recognized And to be paid for what you create It sometimes doesn't pay your bills … Continue reading Artists

Write

You can understand The direction of your thoughts When you write them. It helps To change your direction - If you are being too much negative If you are being too much positive If you are only daydreaming about imaginary problems If you are too much detached from the real world. That's why you should … Continue reading Write

This Cosmos

Evenings, With a moon and A sky having its blue turning dark, Tell me To relax And to be okay. Everything will be okay.

A Child’s Growing Up

With the growing age Most of us forget To smile That used to be a part of us Every single moment in childhood. Everything becomes hard- Hard to get a good college Hard to get a good degree Hard to get a good job Hard to get satisfaction in anything Hard to remain healthy Hard … Continue reading A Child’s Growing Up

2.19 AM

Sunsets wait in vain, Sunrises wait in vain, Blue sky waits in vain, Yellow stars wait in vain, Raindrops wait in vain, For whom? For me? For you? Are you too busy to notice? Like me?

1.41 AM

It's sad to see Decisions ,going pretty well for a long time, Suddenly react strangely, Opening the door for chaos again.

Only the darkness can transform Everything you fear Into tears That's why night is my favorite.

The full moon cries, ''O my child, why don't you look at me? You could also enjoy my struggle To get out of the arms of the golden clouds tonight.'' But do we hear the sound of that musical voice? We have become too busy to stop for a moment And to feel ourselves alive … Continue reading