People don't understand. They can't. Because they have this scale to judge your each move. You were wrong in doing this, that. Fuck! Why can't they just shut up and accept? Is it too difficult to think from someone else's perspective? Perhaps, finally, i have a mask too. Of happiness, of joy. Because people stay only when you are happy, you can entertain them- like a clown or satisfy them like a whore. None stay during black nights of desperate loneliness.*Perhaps everyone does not deserve love. Love is meant for only white lily skinned, beautiful women, women who are sexy and ready to take the plunge. Does not matter anymore. I am happy. Happy to act, happy to be alone. Happy Birthday to me! :)
Words never fail me, like solitude-they speak for me when the scars of life leave me speechless and provide me a death like peace having the knowledge that someone somewhere at least listens to me without hurting when my world is a mess. I end up writing about feelings that haunt me, things that i can't forget,stories those i carry in my unfeminine body waiting to be released.
Tuesday, 27 October 2015
Monday, 5 October 2015
মেয়েছেলে মেয়েছেলে মেয়েছেলে
এবারের মত তার বিক্রি শেষ. আবার পরের Season.পরের বছর. আবার মুখে রং মেখে রাস্তায় দাড়ানো, আবার বাজারে নামা.বাজার হওয়া, আবার গতর খাটিয়ে ব্যবসা. পরের বার আর পরী নামবে না নিয়ন আলোর রাতে. মনগুলোতো বিক্রি হওয়ার জন্যই. ফাকা?একা?, বাবু? ফাকা? আবার পরের বার. এবারের মত তার নিজেকে বিক্রি শেষ. আবার পরের Season.
Friday, 2 October 2015
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