I was within a tableland. The name of my tableland is silence. Now I can walk, am able to utter. But I can’t stare at the tabor of my silence.
The earth also cites me that he was also silent. And we were hers. I am puzzled and so on….
Now I am the father of time being. An arena has been created for playing. But when, the field is acceded. I have been the player in confidence. Who says me a player? To be a player a ground is needed. Mind is the ever ground for that. He always sends a message to his nearest feelings. So he is a haberdasher so called. I call him alive partner. Alive means not only the mood of being fresh all times. Alive means the haggle of natural flow. The more I want to be alive the more I am bound to be virtual. Then I have to endure the virulence of the earth. On that mean time the green earth
turned to be viscid earth. We want a idea for satisfaction. The ultimate ulterior of the idea is heaven. Day after day I am habituated by this word. Not for the belief but for the love of heyday habit. And I am yearning for the entrance in the heaven. Only for that I am able to consider earth tiny toy. What I watch, what I think in front of my reality makes me insane. Because everything is the doth of meaningless. Sustain marker kisses the mind. Mind waddles around the wanted earth-heaven. Then there is no alternative to narrate the earth mood.
I am bitter child. My mother utter very unknown word to the nearest ear of mine. When I fall in crying. Her mother also uttered that. It seems to me garland word. Most of the mother bears so unknown a word that still now I don’t know what is the cabal of that uttering. My mother along with her mother does believe. But they don’t conceive the synopsis of the word that is used to console every child in their painful mood.
That garland word is my first motion. Today it makes me mysterious.
In a wide, nature is our mother I think some times. Her great beauty charms me now and then. Gradually I have lost my mind to the earth
.when earth cries I have to cry. I have to chuckle while she is chuckling . But when he is the father of time then I am good for nothing.
My brain is unable to nab the resuming time. Again the habit walks onto the theology. Mind sits alone within the eternity. Love comes to me and encourages smiling. But I make him sure that only sun can smile.But
But from where does sun get so much love?
When I feel myself within the sun. Self provides me a info that I am going to lose my personality.
Why
Because personality is the dress of god.
God is born to change not to be changed.
Since then I am stand still!
I don’t know from where I was!
I don’t conceive where I will go!Sometimes I can’t believe that I am!
313,zia hall
University of Dhaka
The earth also cites me that he was also silent. And we were hers. I am puzzled and so on….
Now I am the father of time being. An arena has been created for playing. But when, the field is acceded. I have been the player in confidence. Who says me a player? To be a player a ground is needed. Mind is the ever ground for that. He always sends a message to his nearest feelings. So he is a haberdasher so called. I call him alive partner. Alive means not only the mood of being fresh all times. Alive means the haggle of natural flow. The more I want to be alive the more I am bound to be virtual. Then I have to endure the virulence of the earth. On that mean time the green earth
turned to be viscid earth. We want a idea for satisfaction. The ultimate ulterior of the idea is heaven. Day after day I am habituated by this word. Not for the belief but for the love of heyday habit. And I am yearning for the entrance in the heaven. Only for that I am able to consider earth tiny toy. What I watch, what I think in front of my reality makes me insane. Because everything is the doth of meaningless. Sustain marker kisses the mind. Mind waddles around the wanted earth-heaven. Then there is no alternative to narrate the earth mood.
I am bitter child. My mother utter very unknown word to the nearest ear of mine. When I fall in crying. Her mother also uttered that. It seems to me garland word. Most of the mother bears so unknown a word that still now I don’t know what is the cabal of that uttering. My mother along with her mother does believe. But they don’t conceive the synopsis of the word that is used to console every child in their painful mood.
That garland word is my first motion. Today it makes me mysterious.
In a wide, nature is our mother I think some times. Her great beauty charms me now and then. Gradually I have lost my mind to the earth
.when earth cries I have to cry. I have to chuckle while she is chuckling . But when he is the father of time then I am good for nothing.
My brain is unable to nab the resuming time. Again the habit walks onto the theology. Mind sits alone within the eternity. Love comes to me and encourages smiling. But I make him sure that only sun can smile.But
But from where does sun get so much love?
When I feel myself within the sun. Self provides me a info that I am going to lose my personality.
Why
Because personality is the dress of god.
God is born to change not to be changed.
Since then I am stand still!
I don’t know from where I was!
I don’t conceive where I will go!Sometimes I can’t believe that I am!
313,zia hall
University of Dhaka
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