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Everything is separated from each other
But when you see silently
It seems all together
The day sleeps in the night as I exist in you

The born,
The death all for thee
Black or white
True or false all for thee

The continents are separated, isolated
As we are alienated from each other
But on the other hand we are all together
Apparently we are  moving toward the different direction

The dark,
The light all for thee
Silence or thunder
Melody or chaos all for thee

Either it’s a stone or an emotion
Even either love or hate,
Neither war nor peace
Neither dialectics nor mystic
All  have bent you and me

There are too many invisible divine strings
On every matter or even every non matter
yet bonded with the heaven and the hell
So, all we move toward the same destination

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@ Musfiq us shaleheen

Today's your day

Breathe in that air

**Invoke a sensation

The evening's back again
Right on track again,
Like every night before.

Darkness falls again
Demons call again,
I really can't take much more.

Time flies by again
Children cry again,
And my agony draws a crowd.

Silence fills again
Violence kills again,
Why is it all so loud?

.
                                "The Com
                               minists  dis
                             dain   to    con
                            ceal their views
                           and  aims.   They
                            openly  declare
                            that their  ends
                            can be attained
                            only by  the for
                            cible overthrow
                            of   all   existing
                            social condition
                            s. Let the ruling
                            classes  tremble
                   ­         at a  Communist
                            revolution.  The
       ­    proletarians have nothing to lose
          but their  chains.  They     have    a
           world  to  win.    Working men of
              of all coun           tries,      unite!"

You creep, crawl and scuttle
Piloting drunkenly through my lamp shapes
Aimlessly, it seems, in search of shelter
Shell in shield shape, legs of prickle
I know your vast numbered presence harbors one of two meanings:
Spring has given life anew
               Or
*Winter is coming