~ OLD NIGHTMARE IN NEW ROOM ~

Pre-script: This is a piece pacifies and burns me at the same time having heart to heart trouble. Sorry indeed if anyone gets bored with such emotion in this digital era. Thanks anyway.

~ THE NIGHTMARE ~

My heart uproots
Like a loosened ‘Rain Tree’ …
Under the moon light.

Upon the railway tracks,
I try to throw myself
The farthest my sight can reach,
To see the meeting point of parallel tracks …

I’m lonely, ever alone, a loner
and in deep darkness in the night,
Thinking with a heart so confused…

Your love has been originated
From anywhere outside this world,
If not why do you wish!
To leave it so early …

Today is my 27th Birthday,
The slowest one, the tough one
You promised me to give me a gift,
Which I never ever wanted
From you so to say;
But what is that?
Your suicide or liberty O’ mine!

Once I robbed for her,
Heart full of love from heaven,
And now she has reached
The hell’s gate…

I’m unvoiced, speechless… damn dumb,
You are expressive,
Keep me in your unique museum
After slaughtering me,
But never ask me to take off
Your memory apparels;

I know not, you were?
You are now?
But I’m damn sure,
You would be existed nowhere someday…

Even if I don’t have
Any access to your address,
Is it possible for me
To stop writing letters to you!

I wonder with a pain so very own,
How many hundreds of days & nights
I kept waiting inanely, I slept not,
With a ‘you-free’ head,
Without aching fingers,
Night-awakened eyes…

So heavy memory apparels
Bend me like rainbow,
It can’t break me though;

But you were broken someday,
Over my poor shoulder,
Without judging reasonably
My capability to manage you…

I wish I could die so far
In the middle of this never-ending nightmare,
People who are not like me,
You do die flowery deaths…
>I’m a dead fossil,
You’re a killer soil
A pitch black cloud of deepest darkness
precisely floats towards me,
I’m a free soul so blank,
But all the doors are shut outside,…

~ Anwar Parvez Shishir ~
23/11/2013 Saturday
Jessore.Dhaka.Bangladesh

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Author's Note

This piece is a silent war against confused affairs. Thanks.