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I am tired of moving mountains for people who only make them crash.
but this girl is hercules and doesn't give up. I'm gonna keep moving 'em.
She wears red lipstick and a necklace of white pearls
Put on rollers in her hair and a smile on her face
When she laugh she is happy…
… was
I see the shadow of the grandmother I love in the grandmother I see…
…now
She does not wear red lipstick or white pearls around her neck
Tying a rope hanging from the folds of her skin instead she
Tightens it everyday a little more
Aveuglément
A ritual for depression
Cutting off her life she
Lets herself go
We watch
Help…less
We watch
She lost one sense and somehow
Gave them all up to the deadly monster
Drags us down with the rope she uses to strangle us
We watch
Help…less
We watch
I chip
My red polish
To keep my mouth shut when she says
I want to die
My eyes fill with rain from the cloud inside my heart
A storm of sadness wetting my cheeks and thundering down my face
Streaks of tears like flashes of thunder
I am mad
But I smile and say
It will pass
Even though I know
For sure
Every night she wakes up and digs up her grave
I hear her cry and mourn her sight
And my smile
Torn
Broken
Is still in place
Even in the dark, I clearly see her pain like a forest fire in the night.
I cannot quench it, no matter the amount of water in my eyes.
Loving you is like falling in a dream
Closing my eyes and

F
A
L
L
I
N
G

S…l…o…w…l…y
and then
Allatonce
Opening my eyes to
Bright colours
Unexpected scenes
All around me nothing makes sense

You call me Alice.
Tell me I'm one of a kind, live in a fantasy world.
My reality is just different than yours
You make me drink the poison of my tears
And smile lopsidedly when I ask you why you never answer me.
Cryptic and vague, all smiles, you turn and fly around me.
You let me believe you are magic.

Which road do I take?
The roads is ending like the last chapter of a book I never got to finish
Where do you want to go?
I taste copper on my tongue
I don't know.
Your smile is too big and mine is too small
Then it doesn't matter.
I take a step forward and turn left.
I cannot see your head turning on itself
But I can feel your eyes of my back
Like little fingers pushing me forward
Into a new adventure

Loving you is like falling in a dream
Wondering if you will ever let me wake up
Snap out of your spell
Rub my eyes raw and realize
I am not Alice.
Standing camouflaged
In the shadow,
Back pressed against
The wall
Like a masked
Cat burglar,
Is the coward,
Sneaking,
Never present
Until gone;
Prowling,
Like sleep,
In playgrounds and hospitals,
Airports and backyard pool;
Or by knives, decrees,
Enemies or envy,
Even by longevity
Or in explosive proximity.
Cheeks drain. Eyes pool
At the moment of recognition,
When the sneak thief
Is present,
He's gone.
And yet his eyes are a certain shade of dreaming.
He looked down sadly
Staring at his hands
"I'm covered in heart break."
I touched his arm
And he looked up at me
"I know."
"Its the color of your eyes."
"I know that, too."


.
Piece of a short story I'm writing
That night, enhances burning
Lock onto broken heart
Where wounded dream
Forced to speak

Eye, bruised lower fold to fold
Century Mark
The stones on the shore of the sea
Utterly obscure tunes

From a distance, past the blue
Knocked
Slowly
Known any fragrance of flowers

Slowly open the door to go
As if the old house filled with Haggard
In which, the dust off Your Pictures
While erases the dust, Your Smile

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ধুলো মাখা ছবি
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যে  রাত বাড়ায় জ্বালা
ভেঙ্গে ফালে মনের তালা
যেখানে আহত সপ্ন
জোর করে কথা বলে

চোখের নিচের ভাজে ভাজে  কালশিরে  
শতাব্দির চিন্হ
সময়ের পাথর সাগরের তীরে
একদম অস্পষ্ট সুর

থেকে থেকে নীল কোনো দূর অতীত
কড়া নাড়ে
আস্তে আস্তে
চেনা ফুলের কোনো সুবাস

ধীরে ধীরে দরজা খুলে যেতে থাকে
পুরনো ঘরটা যেন গুপ্তধনে ভরা
তারই মধ্যে ধুলা মাখা তোমার ছবি
আর ধুলা মুছতে  তোমার হাসি

@Musfiq us shaleheen
dust off picture/ধুলো মাখা ছবি
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