You should once decide there are too many strings that force us not to but, what good does that do? Every decision has its repercussions But it is all a matter of time before people forget everyone loves a new day Regrets will never stop following you your indecisiveness and decision both will grant you same a bag full of regrets Thats the whole point … Continue reading Decide to Decide – National Poetry Month – Day15
A time comes when you too will turn your back on you you will be just a call away to be reached but even your screams will move away from you You will notice a silence walking beside you just like a shadow You will acknowledge its existence for the first time in your life Silence can be powerful even painful than screams Screams move … Continue reading There is always a New Day – National Poetry Month – Day14
There is a long journey that never starts and how can something end when never started? True, but there are breaks in between and before and after the breaks there is a shiny piece of life. That’s what we need to find. Sometimes the breaks are long and sometimes short and almost non existent. Is there a choice to not travel? To remain where you … Continue reading The Sleep of Life – National Poetry Month – Day13
There are things we learn that we never forget There are things we find so hard to learn In between this there a ton of things we know How much of the we use? not much of us know The point I want to make is What we know and what we do not know is not that important especially when it comes to the … Continue reading Keep Learning – National Poetry Month – Day12
I love it because it is as it is I have loved it because it is as it is and I will love it because it is as it is So why do I love? I love it because It gives me a purpose to live a reason to not change myself a need to do more than I can do to push the envelope … Continue reading I love it – National Poetry Month – Day11
From somewhere in life an arrow is shot And if you are not living in the present It will tear you apart and move on Not once but over and over again There is no escape till you decide that the present is all you got the past is lost and not to be gained the future all depends on the present Now it is … Continue reading All about Present – National Poetry Month – Day10
One day the traffic lights got tired day and night blinking like idiots enough is enough they decided to quit The red, green and yellow all three got down the post and crossed the road They knew who moves and who stays together they could make traffic stop, slow or race through life Well that’s all when they are on a post part of a bigger scheme blinking … Continue reading Traffic Lights Dreaming – National Poetry Month-Day9
Nazimuddin Samad was a secular blogger who was hacked to death by religious fanatics in Bangladesh. The latest victim of Islamic fanaticism in Bangladesh. Today on National Poetry Month Day #8 the theme is ‘Fighting Religious Intolerance. I dedicate this post to all secular bloggers killed by religious madmen in Bangladesh; Asif Mohiuddin, Ahmed Rajib Haider, Sunnyur Rahaman, Shafiul Islam, Avijit Roy, Oyasiqur Rhaman, Ananta … Continue reading Long Live Free Thought – National Poetry Month – Day8
Small hands blackened with oil and dirt pushing a small tray under a car as the playground screamed in joy of little ones playing cricket and soccer His sweaty face witnesses a smile a censored childhood jumps out winning over his tired alertness Oil is lifeless not like kids; and it does not care for trays or their position beneath they just flow… A slap from a heartless adult … Continue reading Kid On Car – National Poetry Month 2016 – Day7
A shade, a pavement, a cart, a cardboard, a slice of any obvious nothingness a life moved away from where it began continuing to move in search of one A sense of silence to memories invading the mind to images walking unnoticed, and all repeating day after day Every passing apathy faces the same inescapable reality silently screaming from a torn poster Today me; who … Continue reading The inescapable Reality – National Poetry Month – Day 6
