Things come to an end: friendships, love, faith, trust and hope. That's the rule of time. That hope to belong, that desire to touch the sky and forgetting the pastness of the past. Those who left, throughout, never bothered to answer: why they had to. Yet, their footprints amicably remained amidst the cornucopia of memory cells:disjointed, fractured. Their fragrance, existence have been trunkated safely within the labyrinths of this wild, intense soul, Always took it for granted, it was my fault. Desires like thin plumes of smoke have smothered to nothingness. Time? Or a vain attempt to belong and sojourn, search for love that was to be found nowhere, that perhaps never existed. "সমস্ত ভুবন সব মরু সম রুক্ষ হয়ে যাবে একেবারে..আকাশ বিস্তীর্ণ ক্লান্তি...সব শান্তি চিত্ত হতে করিবে হরণ..নিরানন্দ, নিরালোক, স্তব্ধ শোক,মরণের অধিক মরণ."
Enough now, dear love. Too many chances blur the desire globe. How many times can we actually extinguish our expectations, light them anew only to be thrashed then and there, steadily, conspicuously, religiously??? That's the blood of time. The questions remain and reiterate within this juncture of fragmented panorama...new places, new discoveries need to be addressed. We need to sustain to some illusions to belong. "যদি ভালবাসা নাই থাকে, শুধু শুধু একা একা লাগে,কোথায় শান্তি পাব কোথায় গিয়ে, বল??? কোথায় গিয়ে?"
Thank you, all, those who left. All those, who uttered: i understand, but never did. Thank you roads, thank you. Thank you all those journeys i made, but never reached, letters i wrote, but never posted. "ছেড়ে যেতে হবে, তাইতো মূল্য তার..." Memories, love, desires, attachments, see you around in some other time frame, some other parallel globe.
"স্রোতের প্রবাহ...চিরদিন যাবে চলি .."???