Whatever I have is true or false I will not keep anything unknown to you My power is your own idea, I'm surrounded by you in certain circles. Many stories lie in the corners of life The foundation of broken relationships will be created in its darkness. So there you must have a bright presence, Do not place any undue objection here. You can smile and suddenly burn in pride of love, You love river, you ever sink in the river. I am speechless with this indiscipline, Likewise, let's love this way. One day in the gloom of the frozen pain I am forbidden to enter the world of emotion. Let's blow the dead soldier's memory by the pain of the heart. My dreadful wishes are lingering as accident. image credit Tags : Poems, Poetry, Life,  This Post Was Published On My Steemit Blog . Please, navigate to steemit and cast a free upvote to help me if you like my post. First Time heard about Steemit ? Click Here To Know Everything About Steemit  $3 Donation ...

An old banyan tree beside my sweet home, everyday I see. I take rest in peace under its cold shadow. sometimes I only sit silently but, do not feel lonely. when I touch I feel its affection I weep for a while remembering my mother’s face. when I was a child thinking and thinking about my mom I lost her forever. a cold breeze blows around me under the banyan tree. Tags : Poems, Poetry, Life,  This Post Was Published On My Steemit Blog . Please, navigate to steemit and cast a free upvote to help me if you like my post. First Time heard about Steemit ? Click Here To Know Everything About Steemit  $3 Donation [Fixed] Donate $Any Amount

যেখানে সমুদ্র অসীম ভেসে আসে ফেনিল বার্তা সেখানেই গড়ি জলমহল বিস্তীর্ন সে রাজ্যের সীমানা, অনেক পোড়া মন আর প্রত্যাখ্যান জমে হয় পাথর অনেক লাল গোলাপ অলীক স্বর্গ আমি আমার আঙিনা। এখানে ভালোবাসা অন্ধকার রাত্রের অশরীরী নিশীথ কুটুমের আনাগোনা রাতভর আস্ফালন, ভোরের শিশিরে প্রথম কিরণে জ্বলে উঠে সোনা সমগ্র রাজ্য জুড়ে আজ উৎসবের আলোড়ন। চড়ুই পাখির পরাধীনতায় যে মলিন স্বপ্ন বাবুইয়ের পরিশ্রমে বাস্তবতা নেমে আসে চারিদিকে বেঁচে থাকার ইচ্ছেরা ভাসে। image source & credit :  web Tags : Poems, Poetry, Life, Bengali,  This Post Was Published On My Steemit Blog . Please, navigate to steemit and cast a free upvote to help me if you like my post. First Time heard about Steemit ? Click Here To Know Everything About Steemit  $3 Donation [Fixed] Donate $Any Amount

There is nothing to tell There is nothing to see There is nothing to do Only doing feel . We are walking through a jungle A deep jungle of emotion. We are only puppet been operated By a great lord with glorious. The bell ringing at the temple, The scent of worship lingering, Birds made its day work finished. Some colours been used to draw A complex picture of living life, Where we doing something queer. Tags : Abstract, Art, Drawing, Painting, Poems, Poetry, Life,  This Post Was Published On My Steemit Blog . Please, navigate to steemit and cast a free upvote to help me if you like my post. First Time heard about Steemit ? Click Here To Know Everything About Steemit  $3 Donation [Fixed] Donate $Any Amount

Today here I share one of my abstract art "Lonely Traveler" Hope you may enjoy :D I am a lonely traveler sitting in a desolate place , with a deep depressed mind. thinking and thinking about my destination. I saw empty trees, heard the sound of every fall of leaves and, sounds the efflorescence of daffodil. I heard the sounds of the wings of the migratory birds, the silent sound of the cold breeze and the water in spring. I saw the motherly affection of wild animals and also their cruelty. And feeling the love of the nature. how far the destination is ? when I will reach, I thinking all along the day. I am tired now want to take some rest. Tags : Abstract, Art, Drawing, Painting, Poems, Poetry, Life,  This Post Was Published On My Steemit Blog . Please, navigate to steemit and cast a free upvote to help me if you like my post. First Time heard about Steemit ? Click Here To Know Everything About Steemit  $3 Donation [Fixed] Donate ...

An old banyan tree beside my  sweet home, everyday I see.  I take rest in peace  under its cold shadow. sometimes I only sit silently  but, do not feel lonely.  when I touch I feel its affection  I weep for a while remembering my mother’s face. when I was a child thinking and thinking  about my mom I lost her forever.  a cold breeze blows around me  under the banyan tree. Tags : Poems, Poetry, Art, Abstract, Life,  This Post Was Published On My Steemit Blog . Please, navigate to steemit and cast a free upvote to help me if you like my post. First Time heard about Steemit ? Click Here To Know Everything About Steemit 

The poem begins when the story stops  Today, all sitting Trees hunger strike. In the hot afternoon sun stranded traveler  Eyes closed nature of the consent of the sun. Rain and enrolled in this Satyagraha  The rebellion came and went with the letter. Kick lies in the nature of the world  Humankind, lawlessness masterful hand crushed. Book barbed wire dripping blood, shooting  The inevitable triumph of truth requires. The poet lived up to the rhythm of the dead rebels  Truth conflict will end one day. Tags : Poems, Poetry, Life, Abstract, Art,  This Post Was Published On My Steemit Blog . Please, navigate to steemit and cast a free upvote to help me if you like my post. First Time heard about Steemit ? Click Here To Know Everything About Steemit 

The mother said the meridian  Do not lay down any unknown place.  At the end of the evening returned home,  Severe body shaking with fever.  I’m from another time  There will remove the wild nature.  You said you would meet in the afternoon,  Like I said, I’m a little old-fashioned,  I’m disappointed for the period  But heart of the eternal love.  He did not come in the afternoon in anger  I’m facing the same train you.  Only the transfer of the familiar faces  That happiness are well known to me.  Time is not the time to understand what I have  Following false mirage at the back of the blind.  Tags : Poems, Poetry, Life, Abstract, Art,  This Post Was Published On My Steemit Blog . Please, navigate to steemit and cast a free upvote to help me if you like my post. First Time heard about Steemit ? Click Here To Know Everything About Steemit 

 Now come the night  I turn into the dark.  The hidden tears in the rain  This is her very trying period. Came through the open window  Warm to cold obsession. Today, on the banks  of the memory of the dream corpse  You are the joy of the first raft. Your marble dust and leaves  He is a light dream home country.  And suddenly fights with section  The boat, which washed away a different direction. I alone so far, I wish  Deep irrepressible desire heart  I want to return to play in the Almighty  One evening stories.  Tags : Poems, Poetry, Abstract, Art, Life,  This Post Was Published On My Steemit Blog . Please, navigate to steemit and cast a free upvote to help me if you like my post. First Time heard about Steemit ? Click Here To Know Everything About Steemit 

There is no  Middleman around  But my world is zero.  So I saw flowers garden,  Today, on the street corner and alley,  Poisonous insects are in deep.  I want to walk along the straight path,  What is the difference between white and black,  This raised my hand to answer.  This is the poison and nectar,  I want to go back drinkers,  The village, where you are the mother.  Tags : Poems, Poetry, Abstract, Art,  This Post Was Published On My Steemit Blog . Please, navigate to steemit and cast a free upvote to help me if you like my post. First Time heard about Steemit ? Click Here To Know Everything About Steemit 

I saw the moon through my window thinking of study to be fled away. A silvery plate tempting me firmly, closed my book and ran out the balcony. The city equipped with the flood of light, The nature making the alluring, the night my friends came and made a plan Hide and seek, We loved more than. A sweet Tagore Song pervading into ears, but, I allowed and allowed, always heard old woman’s voice never sweet before today I was tempted firmly, therefore. Tags : Poems, Poetry, Abstract, Art,  This Post Was Published On My Steemit Blog . Please, navigate to steemit and cast a free upvote to help me if you like my post. First Time heard about Steemit ? Click Here To Know Everything About Steemit 

I am a lonely traveler sitting  in a desolate place ,  with a deep depressed mind.  thinking and thinking about my destination.  I saw empty trees,  heard the sound of  every fall of leaves and,  sounds the efflorescence of daffodil.  I heard the sounds of the wings  of the migratory birds,  the silent sound of  the cold breeze and the water in spring.  I saw the motherly affection  of wild animals and  also their cruelty.  And feeling the love of the nature.  how far the destination is ?  when I will reach, I thinking  all along the day. I am tired now  want to take some rest.  Tags : Poems, Poetry, Abstract, Art, Life,  This Post Was Published On My Steemit Blog . Please, navigate to steemit and cast a free upvote to help me if you like my post. First Time heard about Steemit ? Click Here To Know Everything About Steemit 

image credit  Some success comes too late  He became necessary  And getting annoying  Equation. And the joy is put to shame  Social and conscience tolerated  I’m a little different, ghoulish pleasure  from a rare feeling for me. Today, I apologize to all  Who conquered this nonsense back  Victory that I am crazy for  He was hated. Today, I am the light of the new  Moreover have removed  Unlimited imagination tidal water  Gets into all the abuse detractor.  image credit  Today, I need  I have learned to find something that  We have a festival filled with all the pains  In mind now just a happy season. Now the goal is not to gain something done  Let’s work something out loving  Unlimited vision and put in the sky  Fantasy world of the story. Therefore, only the sound of defeat to win the  According to each RR sound hearing.  image credit Tags :...