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আসলে ভালোবাসা দেখতে না পেলে কক্ষনোই বলতে পারতাম না ভালোবাসা সুন্দর।

হয়ত শুধু আমারই জন্য ভালোবাসা পৃথিবীর সবচেয়ে জঘন্য জিনিস।।।

" দূর হতে আমি তারে সাধিব

গোপনে বিরহডোরে বাঁধিব." — This line♡

In my new school I carry my story books with me and I read during break time and any free class or I go to library to read that book.. I even read during the departure time because my father comes to pick me up at 5:15p.m. from school instead of 5:00 p.m. Yeah so, I really carry my book every where like a child and never give it to anyone because thats my baby!

life is so good when ur reading a book and taking it w u everywhere like your little child

basically its better not to defend yourself when the person who is in front of you will never understand his/her fault... I don't understand one thing and that is, do they forget what they have said or they just simply ignore the fact that they have said something which is damaging... In Bengali we say "kothaye kotha bare which means the more the talk, the more will be the quarrel"

So its better to maintain peace, which will be beneficial for yourself and for the situation too... And according to Abhisara "when the time is ripe, I will come to you".. They will also come and say sorry to you... I have faced these things when I was only 15, I waited for things to be better and after 6months the neighbors understood their fault and apologized to me for spreading horrendous rumors which were not true...

I have a terrible habit of leaving things unsaid for the sake of peace

If death has a flavor, it will still be less bitter Than the day you left me, a shadowed quitter. In the shadow of sorrow, where memories linger, I trace the outline of loss with a trembling finger.

In your absence, the world lost its sheen, A dull, gray canvas where color had been. Birds that once sang now silently grieve, Echoing the sorrow that you’ve made me believe.

The sun fades to grey, in a sky full of tears, Each droplet a whisper of our vanished years. Your absence, a wound that time cannot heal, A sorrow so deep, it seems almost unreal.

Each moment without you is a teardrop's fall, A silent whisper through an empty hall. The scent of loss lingers in the air, A fragrance of memories, too heavy to bear.

The taste of despair, a dark, bitter wine, Pales next to the anguish that is wholly mine. For in every heartbeat, a void echoes clear, A reminder that you are no longer near.

I wander through our memories, faded and torn, Clinging to remnants, by time worn. Your laughter, a ghost in the quiet night, Haunts my dreams, a spectral light.

Yet in dreams, you return, like a soft, fleeting song, Bringing a moment of peace where I feel I belong. But morning arrives, and the sweetness is gone, Leaving me empty, as I face the dawn.

The morning light, once a gentle gold, Turned harsh and cold as the tale unfolds. If death has a flavor, it's sweet in its rest, Compared to the ache lodged deep in my chest.

If death has a flavor, it’s a taste I won't fear, For it's gentler by far than your absence, my dear. Until then, I endure, with a heart that is shattered, Knowing no taste could be more bitter than what mattered.

If death has a flavor, a final sting, It pales in the shadow of your leaving’s ring. For death is a promise of a closing door, But you left me stranded, yearning for more.

Bitter is the taste of unspoken goodbyes, Of empty arms and unanswered cries. If death has a flavor, it’s a fleeting breath, But your departure is a living death.

-Varsha

one fine evening (better to say night), I was humming "জীবন যখন ছিল ফুলের মতো পাপড়ি তাহার ছিল শত শত" of Kobiguru Rabindranath Thakur..

when I sang the line "বসন্তে সে হ'ত যখন দাতা ঝরিয়ে দিত দু-চারটি তার পাতা..." my baba came to me and said, "beta, tui eto bhalo gaan korish, gaan ta chaliye jetei partish"

That moment I felt je "gaan ta ami khub bhaloi gaayi". My baba is a person of perfection and he is not like those jara sobh somoye for every little thing lok ke praise kore.. So I felt glad when my father told me that. He never praise me that much... So it made me feel a little proud about myself...

I am back!! Nahi hua bass nahi huaaa! I love tumblr!

Jane Austen really said ‘I respect the "I can fix him" movement but that's just not me. He'll fix himself if he knows what's good for him.’ and thats why her works are still calling the shots today.

BEST WOMENS DAY POEM!! NO PUN INTENDED🌻✨

Women are simple

Unka hath pakad lo khud se while crossing the road,

Wo ussi mein khush ho jati hai

Unko kabhi kabar flowers, jhumke ya payal gift kardo,

Wo ussi mein khush ho jati hai

Unko pyaar se attention dedo

Wo ussi mein khush ho jati hai

Unko pichche se surprisingly hug kar do

Wo ussi mein khush ho jati hai

Unki roz ki bakbak ko suno

Wo ussi mein khush ho jati hai

Shyam writes

~Vincent Before Dying~

'Vincent, are you there?' asked earth. Van Gogh said, 'I am sitting under a tree mother, I will die today, I can't take this anymore'. Mother Earth's eyes became teary, because she knows how much pain Vincent will give himself while dying.

With starry night in her hands she asked him, " Gogh, can I keep this with myself, I will cherish it and I will give this the respect, love, care, which you deserved from everyone. People will love it. Future I saw, which turns after your passing. You won't be here but you will. Come to me son, the world is not capable of seeing you alive".

With that Van Gogh, pulls the trigger, shot himself in the chest with a revolver. He died after two days........

~Starry, starry night, paint your palette blue and gray. Look out on a summer's day, with eyes that know the darkness in my soul. Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffodils. Catch the breeze and the winter chills, in colors on the snowy linen land. Now I understand, what you tried to say to me. How you suffered for your sanity. How you tried to set them free. They would not listen, they did not know how. Perhaps they'll listen now~

Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would help him to become happy. People though he was mad and stupid as he was eating paint that was toxic, filled with lead and what not; never mind the fact that eating paint has no correlation to happiness.

Now I wonder whether Van Gogh was truly mad or sad. Perhaps he was at a point in life where even the craziest ideas like painting insides of your body yellow, made sense - to him

People fall in love, get hurt; people take drμgs, sometimes with the risk of overdosing. People still do it. Why?

Because there's always a hope - that things could get better ☀️

theatre dekhte jawar partner chai..🌷

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