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Poetry

Destiny Whispers

You forgot to say goodbye, and I remembered not to tell you my name.
Now we became islands, only ocean can find us. Waves are coming back and forth.
I can hear the distant symphony, but the fog curtains the sight.
Its us all awake at night, and there’s those days of dreams.
We were the only dream catchers.
Have you seen the wizards anymore? or the old men of great wisdom?
I can’t find the path of butterfly’s soul, the light of rainbow lost long ago.
I can’t feel anything anymore.
Sometimes I wonder how is it feel like not to feel anymore?
No pain, no happiness, no trauma, no laughter, no attachment.
It’s so empty like a great vacuum space, hollow inside.
Often I sit beside the window or next to the dream of our baobab tree.
I sit silently, not a word I whisper, and I try to find the words from the memory.
I try to hum the song which mothers used to sing, but I can hear only my heartbeats.
I stay silent and silence beacame mine.
Ohh! so much noise, please tell them not to speak, I’m listening to you only.
You, who was the only sky, scattered into millions of stars.
I sit and wait, wait and wait, for the infinity, that I lost into oblivion.
I forget to say goodbye, and you remember not to remember my name .
We become the fate, and destiny whispers the tale.

About পরমা মিত্র / Parama Mitra

একদম সাদামাটা এক মেয়ে। স্বপ্নের জগতটাই বাস্তব আর বাস্তবটা ভুলে যায়। গপ্পের বই, কবিতা, ফিলিম, স্বচ্ছ সুর, বেহালা (violin) আর ছবির (paintings, photography) নেশায় বুঁদ হয়ে থাকে। সিলেবাস ধরে পড়াশোনায় কোনকালেই মন নেই, বই-খাতা খুললেই পাতা জুড়ে এক ঠেঙো বক-আর হাসি মুখো সূয্যি আঁকা হয়ে যায়। একটা নদী খুঁজছে অনেক দিন ধরে। এই খানে আসা না লেখা চিঠিগুলো লিখতে...

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6 thoughts on “Destiny Whispers

  1. I stay silent and silence beacame mine…….you can write some beautiful lines

    Posted by সূর্য গুপ্ত | November 13, 2012, 10:56 am
  2. Great work.Keep it up.

    Posted by parthamoulik62 | November 14, 2012, 4:50 am
  3. what a nice poem, paroma – your style of writing is very much your own in english and in bengali – please continue on and on – weaving your gossamer dreams – the words they float – some softly fall – a sadness somewhere – where I dont know…

    Posted by guggul | November 14, 2012, 11:33 pm

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