Thabaan Kabin

Image credit:WWW.imagesearch105man.com. Thousand of faces with countless emotions Slower breaths: Faster gulps: Shallow eyes. The weight of emotions is heaviest at dark, The heaviness with absolute soberness. One two three four five... I count the steps and  mom didst the walk of life at the 20th. What separates us is a mere distance of 100 yards And layers of security Yet I don't feel as safe as in her arms. When dad in wishes of asking Perhaps, we travel a mile in evacuated safety Layers of silences There's fountain in valley of unsaid things, An ocean in our eyes swim the downcast. When I dusted my bookshelf Pages of nostalgia turned in my head. When I go out in the evening  I see places and I miss people  Layers of memories pile over me. Whoever I love Whomever I want always to be beside me Either I have to leave them or  They have left  Amidst a pool of people Layers of emptiness  has crawled in. Sep

Image source:https//www. Image58.com You and I  we never brunt bridges just walked different paths  and even in our separation we locked hands  smiled through the tears and you still remain the gray of my hand the weight above my eyes the shallow of my breath tucked away safely  in some corner of me so much so, I now have two hearts and so some days I find the other beating again and in some ways it's my only  safe passage  to you. If you have anything to share, comment below or write at  bariambredeemson700@gmail.com #Visit full profile by clicking the home button to know little more about the author.

Picture source:www.IndiaToday.com Many gorgeous solid surface hath passed by; Where all the graceful flowers are blowing, Where all the wings are glorifying the skies, where all the dragon-flies are hopping with the river, When all the lands are praying for him. The season had succeeded to change I can't put the picture of what's that..? I'm speechless as a stone. As I filled the foreign land, I see the film was forming into night and thundering; Clothes were torn as dirty As I stood there by the bed; Under the foreign skies In winter hail and summer tempest. Besides this country; Sing thy ole school sweet. O, I remember thy mother repast luscious; The smile of dear on thy eyes The gentle cry of boys on my thine ears The memories of the thy brothers and sisters are precious; Yet unduty for my homeland, We put on hold, your dream-your-lives. Thou left thy mothers and thy fathers Thee left behind thy brothers and