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- Story Listed as: True Life For Adults
- Theme: Survival / Success
- Subject: Culture / Heritage / Lifestyles
- Published: 01/18/2017
Love is a pond
Born 1985, M, from Dhaka, BangladeshShishir seems to be sinking in the hot filthy water. He is inked with darkened gloom. Everything belongs to him but some quite quiet drastic dashes make him pinned with clichés. Man is boomed with his wits or with highlighted lime-glamour. Everything can be fined with no jerking if benevolence works with a fighting attitude fixedly by positive dances.
Shishir is walking now in foggy shades of this winter. Each and every footstep is reckoning the belt-width of blasted pasts. Who is without glitz and glam? Past is a non-violent itch but sometimes nothing more than a blackwash or sometimes some stunned whitewash. Jerin is now in Berlin and she is busy with her studies. Those days were drunken. Flashes of each second are frightened by the horrors of bizarre gestures. Jerin was always clumsy and she could not express her boiled love and fantasies with Shishir. He is daring footwork. No matters what he did but he was busy with a foresighted future. Everybody misunderstood him and thought that he is schizophrenic. each and every life is a bit splashed with hit strokes. Belongings are everywhere and all are snapped with startles. The mind is always a jar. We have to put step there like a soft touch of the fallen petal. Shishir was always heavy with driven forces and his mental positivity did not match with others as sometimes ill backyard passive strokes drove him otherways and he could follow this and always shared these with his parents and sister. Liza is a patient one. She is really a good sister for Shishir.
Jerin is following the black spots of awakened dots of her own life. Shishir was just a victim of coined dots of Jerin. Jerin played with Shishir along with her family. Shishir was bagged with full bloom in his life. He got everything in his life without one thing and this was real love and faith from a third party.
As a young man, everyone wants to love and compassionate faith from a young lady as they demand the same. Love is a pond. Everyone is ready to swim there. Shishir could not swim there as somehow some orthodox flatteries dogged with terrific bites those burnt the moments leaking the lace of gravity he had.
Jerin is now felt burnt with winged perishes. Everyone wants faithfulness from others as a human being. If some demons violently violet this, faith self blasts with a big fracture. Shishir is just in this arena. He is fractured while though he is burnished in flashy moments beating the tormented presents for the big future thoughts and plans. No one could imagine how and why Shishir was running in harsh plates.
Jerin is calling her younger culprit brother and he is the main chef of everything that has happened in Shishir and Jerin’s life. Jerin could be managed by herself anyhow for the time. But her brother’s impolite and impoverished eradication for a bright plate for Jerin’s future dotted everything.
Shishir has stopped walking now. He will take a rest. After some time he will be ready with his new stances with ready words. Jerin will just count these and his lament sick brother will feel the shadows.
Love is a pond(Puloq Arafat)
Shishir seems to be sinking in the hot filthy water. He is inked with darkened gloom. Everything belongs to him but some quite quiet drastic dashes make him pinned with clichés. Man is boomed with his wits or with highlighted lime-glamour. Everything can be fined with no jerking if benevolence works with a fighting attitude fixedly by positive dances.
Shishir is walking now in foggy shades of this winter. Each and every footstep is reckoning the belt-width of blasted pasts. Who is without glitz and glam? Past is a non-violent itch but sometimes nothing more than a blackwash or sometimes some stunned whitewash. Jerin is now in Berlin and she is busy with her studies. Those days were drunken. Flashes of each second are frightened by the horrors of bizarre gestures. Jerin was always clumsy and she could not express her boiled love and fantasies with Shishir. He is daring footwork. No matters what he did but he was busy with a foresighted future. Everybody misunderstood him and thought that he is schizophrenic. each and every life is a bit splashed with hit strokes. Belongings are everywhere and all are snapped with startles. The mind is always a jar. We have to put step there like a soft touch of the fallen petal. Shishir was always heavy with driven forces and his mental positivity did not match with others as sometimes ill backyard passive strokes drove him otherways and he could follow this and always shared these with his parents and sister. Liza is a patient one. She is really a good sister for Shishir.
Jerin is following the black spots of awakened dots of her own life. Shishir was just a victim of coined dots of Jerin. Jerin played with Shishir along with her family. Shishir was bagged with full bloom in his life. He got everything in his life without one thing and this was real love and faith from a third party.
As a young man, everyone wants to love and compassionate faith from a young lady as they demand the same. Love is a pond. Everyone is ready to swim there. Shishir could not swim there as somehow some orthodox flatteries dogged with terrific bites those burnt the moments leaking the lace of gravity he had.
Jerin is now felt burnt with winged perishes. Everyone wants faithfulness from others as a human being. If some demons violently violet this, faith self blasts with a big fracture. Shishir is just in this arena. He is fractured while though he is burnished in flashy moments beating the tormented presents for the big future thoughts and plans. No one could imagine how and why Shishir was running in harsh plates.
Jerin is calling her younger culprit brother and he is the main chef of everything that has happened in Shishir and Jerin’s life. Jerin could be managed by herself anyhow for the time. But her brother’s impolite and impoverished eradication for a bright plate for Jerin’s future dotted everything.
Shishir has stopped walking now. He will take a rest. After some time he will be ready with his new stances with ready words. Jerin will just count these and his lament sick brother will feel the shadows.
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