Magical writting

I think a little bit writtin habit is necessary to rediscovering myself. I found that magic of writting at very tender age when i started writting diary. Lots of day has passed just writting my daily log regularly. With the influence of a friend and craziness of teenage engaged me with writting rhymes. Well, the way i think is...every task i do has a context. And the context is somewhat an achievment. No matter how small it is, a very tiny piece of achievement inspires me so much. I can remember, when i was at class IX my first achievement came by a publication in 'Science World' magazine. I don't know how much popular was that, but for me that monthly magazine was really attractive. By the way, that time i was in Dhaka in my 'mamabari' not only me, my whole family. We weren't for any vacation or celebration. My mother had a major operation, she was hospitalized. For her, that was a matter of life or death. And also some 'i can explain' matters that took me in too much depressed state. one evening when i was returning from consulting with a doctor with my father, i bought the latest copy of science world, and found my piece of writting at the very front page. We, the thing is, it published in the 'readers letters' page mostly known as feedback. but, my happiness knew no bound seeing that. Though it didn't take to much time to figure out that they publish almost everything that they got in the feedback.

After reading what i've written on the last paragraph, my thoughts saying to me that... its looking like some famous writter is recalling his childhood memories pretending 'how silly i was!' but the fact is i am truly silly. So, i'm deciding to stop.  

Waiting for the run!

My vacations are going to over in a few days, have to leave my home for a long time i think. In the end of this days feeling little sad about myself. If the question is why, then i have no answer. Well, if i could figure it out then i would take attempts against it. But, i can't. May be its just like the classic fear for inevitable things. Yes, sometimes i think in that way, that if in some point god left us no option, then we have fear for the unknown.  But, why i have fear for Sylhet? There i live most of the time in year. Though, there is some problems. Some economical, and health issues also come out. But, its true that i really hate having problems with money.
And also its an issue, the exams. Lots of exam's are waiting for me just after the opening. I always like to say, exam times are best part of my life. I never feel so lively like i feel during exam time. And it also true that, i never enjoy it though.
But, this is it, this is life. I'm living in Dhaka like a guest, what is my fathers home. Because, i belong to Sylhet for 4 years. There is my life, there is my run. And for that, i have 2 days left.    

Gloomy sky

I do not usually give any importance to my  emotional activity if it doesn't make any sense to me. But for today i just can't prevent my abnormal behavior, it rather turned inevitable for me. Well, i know nothing exeporary happened. Just one of my childhood crush, actually the first one, only one is in contact with me again through fb. Like i said i never had the courage to say her something, and though i was able but didn't contacted with her for this years in phones. Because, i feared my parents. They would get noticed, and punished me for doing some oo laa laa job.

Whatever, now i'm old enough to say her again, but i don't think she is still the same. As our families know each other, it won't be fair if something goes wrong. The thing is, logically i don't want her anymore, but emotionally she is disturbing me like a gloomy sky.    

Dreamers song

In the sky comets are sparse,
But my bliss is true like the Mars,
What i lost i can't get them back,
i nurture my dreams with my wolf-pack.

Time can't always accept young,
but celebrates change-makers song,
grief can take my place to live,
deep in my heart i do believe---

You can abandon me,
but you can't my spirit,
you can destroy myself,
but you can't my soul.

i'll fly real high-
blow the limit to the sky.

In my way i could have face disgrace,
i'll welcome sorrows with a warm embrace,
my love and quest are only thing i care,
i know, a dreamers life is full of nightmare--

Reunion

Today some of my friends asked me to help them creating a blog. As i always like to gather knowledge about new things. I helped them opening a blog in wordpress.com. Well, for a long I knew about wordpress but didn't actually tried before. I'm not going to compare blogspot with wordpress. Working on that i remembered about this blog, which one i opened before almost one year,or more. And good thing is, i remembered my id and password!
Now what? what if i post here everyday? nothing will happen, and i think its not that possible to post here everyday because i can't even write my own diary everyday which one was my only hobby for a while.

Why this happens? Yes, time changes, people changes but why we can't hold our good things forever? why i have to forget rhyming? God knows.

I titled this post as "Reunion", because ..... i don't know i felt something like meeting with me who is one year more young. But, thing is not like that. Here is very little about me. Yes its true, creating it is a task some can appreciate. But, i can't. Because i didn't created it from zero. I just made some combination, unfortunately i'm not handy about visualizations.

But you know what, i'm really enjoying the writing. God help me writing here regularly.  

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