Dead passions never die.
Buried, indeed they are…
Latent, dormant, sleeping flames-
Damnation follows their murky trail
I clasp the corpse behind sweating breasts
The passion burns more
And myths are curved along
The lines of forgetful love.
Foggy shadows are not all,
Much more remains for the voyage.
The touches and oaths haunt all over
August clouds bursting inside
How it rains! How it pains!
How I gain one lifetime more
Each time they come
And go and come
The bliss overflows in frenzied calm.
I do not mean to live in past
But dead passions are never dead.
The threads are blocked in a smothering knot-
No life no death will slash them away
They wake in graveyards, ancient ghosts
And never let me sleep alone
With whispers filling the air around,
“Dead passions do never die.”
Buried, indeed they are…
Latent, dormant, sleeping flames-
Damnation follows their murky trail
I clasp the corpse behind sweating breasts
The passion burns more
And myths are curved along
The lines of forgetful love.
Foggy shadows are not all,
Much more remains for the voyage.
The touches and oaths haunt all over
August clouds bursting inside
How it rains! How it pains!
How I gain one lifetime more
Each time they come
And go and come
The bliss overflows in frenzied calm.
I do not mean to live in past
But dead passions are never dead.
The threads are blocked in a smothering knot-
No life no death will slash them away
They wake in graveyards, ancient ghosts
And never let me sleep alone
With whispers filling the air around,
“Dead passions do never die.”
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যাই চলে যাই অনেক দূরে।
যত দূরেই যাই যে চলে
ওরা ততই আঁকড়ে ধরে!
হঠাৎ করেই তখন আমার
আবার ফিরতে ইচ্ছে করে।
ফেরার হওয়ার খেলার মাঝে
সব যখন চেনা ঠেকে
খেয়াল করে দেখি তখন...
পালাই আমি নিজের থেকে।
The days were brighter
ReplyDeleteGardens more blooming
The nights had more hope
In their silence The wild was calling
Wishes were whispering
The time was there
But without a meaning
Away, away in time
Every dream's a journey away
Away to a home away from care
Everywhere's just a journey away
The days departed
Gardens deserted
This frail world
My only rest?
The wild calls no more
Wishes so hollow
The Barefoot Boy
weeping in an empty night
Away ...
Cherish the moment
Tower the skies
Don't let the dreamer
fade to grey like grass
No falling for life
A gain for every loss
Time gathered me
But kept me flying
"For this gift of dream I must pay the price
with the loss of life's pleasures"
parle kichu death,black,gothic metal band r sathe cnct kor.tr poem nie kaj korte utsaho pabe ora.khub interesting.
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