Love is full of Passion, full of Pain, full of Emotions, full of Warming-Blood… Roses are the perfect match for metaphor with Love.
Once, A beam of Love had crossed my heart
From The heart of a tiny life,
A tiny life of a Blackbird.
The Black window opened wide,
Next to my left,
In front of the sky;
To fly, to fly, to fly;
Towards the horizon where the earth and sky mingle,
Towards the Eternity,
Towards the Cloud of soft.
But, there, the roaring wind was showed her strength
The stormy cloud place to place;
To cover the Sun, to cover the Moon.
Black Cloud had melted through the dropping aqua.
The Sun was at its edge, covered by the blackness of sorrow.
The Blackbird spread its wings,
It began to fly.
Towards the sky.
The sky which covered with the Black cloud,
Covered with the Loud stormy wind.
Wind groaned, trees oscillated its leaves.
I felt numb.
My throat becomes cold.
My lips dry.
I gazed at its flying movements,
Peeped into the window.
I saw the bird fighting with the wind;
A spark crossed its heart, coming from the deep sky.
It was the thunderbolt.
My heart had also crossed with a pain of love,
My heart had lost of purity, innocence, and the beauty of nature.
This love comes from the tiny Blackbird; This lost takes me to the hollow cave; I, at last, find myself in a solitary confinement.
-SAJIA AFRIN 3/22/17
People in our country work hard. People in our country never bow to the age. People in our country has enthusiasm. People in our country are soft inside.
Photo Source : insta_bd in Instagram.
I’m talking about a pure Bangladeshi who always make patience as his/her’s strength and gentleness as his/her power to survive with a civilized mind without any regrets of their pain and sorrow. Life is hard to them as a nature of life which just can rob; can’t give anything which can be seen by alien. But to them, they get peace through their simple hardworking life. They get life in their green nature as their home as well living in a thatched houses. Their roof is made from straw like a bird-nest and their wall is made by soil. Their kitchenwares are even made by soil and steel. You can never compete with their strength and being a natural human being. They are the real human beings who can show us how easy and peaceful a life can be through the natural ways to live a life, the simplicity is their beauty, the hardworking is their strength, the love is more natural and pure than anyone else, the age can never make them bow to the life but just gentleness and simplicity can make them bow to anyone and anything.
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Feel so numb
Like a tombstone .
Feel so hurt
Like a cankered boles.
Grief gulls my heart as a flooding storm gulls an area
and not leaves behind any sign of lives.
Melancholy rises up
Darksome covers up
All the sin and all the pain.
Colour becomes fade ‘nd disappear in rain.
Rain falls, when a chilly overcast shows up.
Rain hides, all the tears and takes it with her.
Now I Feel to
Dance with the beat of Funeral drums.
Now I feel to laugh with the pain from Man’s exploration paths
Over my body and soul.
Sometimes when we fall in melancholy, evil thinking arises, even sometimes we break another persons heart, especially our most beloved persons. So be careful when you feel sad, don’t use that sadness as your wicked instrument to break another’s heart like me. I usually do that without realisation and when i get back my sense it’s more hurtful to me after realizing…