Love is colorless
crystal like water,
naïve and righteous
living soul for all creation
In silence, come all powerful
understanding and realizing,
No need the explanation;
Cause those who love;
understand all explanations
in silence by introspected union
And those who love; all heavenly
cheerfulness comes spontaneously
So quietness is the starting point of knowledge
cause it helps to gain knowledge cap-a-pie
And love is ONE magnetic
greatest immortal power
in where everyone and
everything is consolidated.
-November 19, 2018 Chattogram
NOT NOW
NOT NOW, NOT AT THE MOMENT, AND UNFORTUNATELY NOT TODAY
THOSE ARE HARSH WORDS I MUST ADMIT BUT
THE ONLY THING THAT IS WASTED IS TIME BUT MOSTLY BY USING IT UNFRUITFULLY AND UNFAITHFULLY SO
THE USE OF THESE WORDS SEEM HARSH, RUDE AND VERY UNPOLITE
AND MOST GOT SUCCESSFULL TRHOUGH THEM
SOME GOT POWERFUL THROUGH THEM
SOME GOT MILLIONS USING THEM
SOME GOT BILLIONS USING THEM AND
SOME GOT NOTHING OUT OF THEM
IS IT NOT ABOUT THE WAY WE USE OUR TIME?
WHAT ARE WE SURELY AFRAID OF
BECAUSE THEY ARE JUST MERELY WORDS AND OBVIOUSLY DONT BITE
WHAT ARE WE SURELY SCARED OF?
WHAT IS IT THAT CAN SURELY BE WASTED UNLESS OUR PRECIOUS TIME
SHOULD WE NOT SACRIFICE A BIT OF OUR TIMES THINKING AND DOING POSITVE
EITHER THAT JUST NOT BEING ABLE TO DIFFERENCIATE
TIME IS MONEY, EFFORT AND LIFE NOW WHY MISUSE IT
WHY LET IT FAIL US?
WHY LET IT OVERPOWER US?
NOT NOW....
NOT NOW...
THEY STILL SOUND AND SEEM RUDE TO THOSE WHOM EVENTUALLY
DONT KNOW HOW TO CATEGORISE THEIR DIFFERENT TIMES
NOT NOW....
NOT NOW....
DO THEY STILL SOUND HARSH?
I BET ITS TIME WE INTROSPECTED OURSELVES AND
WHAT WE TRULY WANT IN OUR LIFES
I STILL INSIST ON SAYING
NOT NOW... NOT NOW
a burdened charity dost entail
faux generosity habitually inhaled
jaunts, keepsakes left macerated
nothing omitted, personally quantitated
reason sifted through ubiquitously
vehement will yearned zealously
Senses become ingulfed,
the sound frequencies exit my lips,
black magic pouring fourth,
in a barrage of rage and torment,
self anger, sublimation,
projected then introspected,
hurt, regret, the wounds slashed again,
lacerating our aura, it bleeds
ether and is refilled with bile,
spat in face and broken in
sob, sorrow leaking, a joy
to be speaking, the darkness
subdued by light, having survived
another long cold night.
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